Andy watched all of them head inside and he kept himself busy thinking, replaying the thoughts Ruby had beamed over at him; focusing on those faces. He had to be careful how he went about this. If he did it just wrong...shit was done for. Game over, dude. Yeah, these motherfuckers knew Sam was coming and they were probably assuming a little back up, but the fact of the matter was, Andy's job was to buy them time and if he did it wrong, he'd end up costing them a good few minutes.
So, he started out small. He'd never tell Sam unless confronted with it, but Andy had been working on his own. If Ava was around, he didn't have a choice. Sam wasn't always going to be there to fight his battles for him. The picture Ruby had sent hadn't been super clear, but he had seen a hanging lamp or two. Andy burst the bulbs, raining glass and broken filament down on those below and cloaking the room in darkness. He hoped Ruby wasn't in the way. It was something, anyway. Since, hopefully, the people inside were out of light for a few seconds, Andy considered his next move. This was a very dangerous game of chess. He could go for the check and hope for the best — make one of them unbind Ruby; she hadn't sent any pictures that way, but he had felt like she was bound, whether tied or stuck in a Devil's Trap, though, he wasn't sure and he might not even have been right about the interpretation — but doing that could cost him the subtlety he needed if someone had a flashlight and caught the other in the act.
Instead, Andy moved a pawn and hoped to hell he'd made the right decision. One of the hunters in the room inched his way away from the others, emptying the ammunition from his gun and stashing his knives under floor boards back behind a few empty shelves a few feet away from the rest of his pack.
Then, Andy waited a few minutes, circling the building and trying to get some kind of read on the inside without having to resort to jumping into someone else's head without giving them a warning. The headache he'd gotten from Ruby talking back had been a motherfucker and he had a feeling that hitting someone that was trying to be stealth with that would end up causing a lot more trouble than it was worth just to get a look at the inside. Hopefully someone would think to hit him with the pictures instead, although he wasn't sure it worked that way, really, with humans who weren't freaks like he and Sam.