You find yourselves jacked into the Matrix on a back street behind some buildings.  All your weapons are discreetly contained in duffel bags for all of you.

The area appears rather dilapidated and run down.  Signs for old motels flash only one or two neon letters.  A car repair shop's "garage" sign only has four letters lit, "rage."  Newspapers and other litter are everywhere around you, as well as transients who slink into the shadows.

Across the street, you see your target, a building with bars on the windows.  Its worn sign reads "Clinic and Hospice."  You notice that the transients seem to be around the other buildings, but none stand near that building.

"Spare change?" one of them says to you, seeing your nice clothes and duffel bags.