Call it instinct - when unsure of his terrain, Arthur was going to head for a deserted warehouse. Someplace with plenty of room to play, but defensible entrances.

When the first one he tried proved to have locks beyond state-of-the-art, his focus abruptly changed. If there was something that well-guarded here, he needed to find out what it was.

Keeping an eye on his surroundings, he knelt down to get a better look and started trying to hack the lock.