OOC:
You have a couple of cars at your disposal, so I'll leave it to you if you took one or two vehicles out here.
With Red keeping an eye on the One-Two, the four of you grab your wheels and head out into the Sticks. A mid-morning drizzle casts everything in shades of gray, but since it's after rush hour, and you're heading against the grain of traffic, it only takes about twenty minutes to find Primrose Pathways. The address the van is registered to lies at the end of a cul-de-sac. The house is a small single-wide trailer with white siding and a wheelchair ramp. The black van is nowhere in sight.
You find a place to park, but thunderclaps and the smell of wet suggest a downpour may be on its way. A stray dog is rummaging through a ripped-open black trash bag a few yards away, and someone is playing Warrant's Greatest Hits in the distance. The neighborhood is otherwise quiet.