Concrete path under boots. Gravel crunch. Warehouse exterior stretched long. Brick faded. Mortar lines cracked in vertical seams. Roof sagged near the north gutter. Rain stains mapped the brick face. Elena walked the perimeter. Tape measure in hand. Mateo matched her pace. Clipboard pressed against his side. Alexander followed three steps back. Tablet under arm. Stylus ready. Screen dark. Battery full.
Mateo stopped at the east wall. Tapped a vertical crack with a pen cap. "Hairline fracture. Runs from steel lintel to foundation slab. Settling. Not structural. Original pour cured uneven."
Elena hooked the tape measure on the baseboard. Extended it to the ceiling line. Read the numbers. "Forty-two inches. Width zero-point-two millimeters. Within tolerance. We monitor after next rain cycle. If it widens past point-four, we epoxy inject. If not, we log and move on."
