Training Day

"I'm always up for the new car... but I wonder why they seem to be able find us so easy and fast..." - Neon stretches his head after saying that.
"I thought you were asking the box about that? Did it said something in this matter? You think we could dump it somewhere here, hide and get back for it tomorrow or something like that?

And getting back to the subject of a car... maybe we should ask nicely someone with delivery van to give us a ride, while we will be hiding inside the car and keeping a gun aimed at his guts? " - Noeon smile while he was saying that was quite nasty.
"You know... people are so helpful nowadays..."

Brett can you please fucking figure out how to shield that fucking case so we can end this? And no, we aren’t hiding it, they’ll just track to wherever we leave it. Anything they want this bad must be good. Now let’s find another ride and get the fuck moving.

fine then! I’ll klep my own ride. Who’s with me back to our base?!
Flesher chooses a very ordinary commuter vehicle that has a blindspot covering her trying to break in. She playfully shakes her ass at Mr. Brett as she ducks down to pick the lock.

"I'll ride with you." Numa checks to see if the car has electronic security.

Flesher is feeling the rush of grand theft auto and works the wires quickly in anticipation of the vroom.

When it fails to turn over, Numa leans across and says, "Let me try. I've been told I have the magic touch."

Numa smirks. "See? What'd I tell ya? Let's go."

Neon assuming that Mr Brett is going with Numa and Flesher and not wanting to be that close to the Sweet Case... for now... casually stops young motorcycle rider passing by on a big cross-style model as he would like to ask him for something. And says:
"Excuse me, young one. May I have your phone number?"
The boy, visibly confused answers him: "Are you fucking kiddin' me grandpa? I'm not into men and especially not that old..."

"That's... a bit of a shame," Neon says as he punched the boy with all his strength and the experience of an adult man in the stomach. "I wanted to let you know where I'll leave your ride. Oh... today's youth. No respect or culture for their elders." Neon, who still held the motorcycle handlebar with his other hand, swung his leg over it and turns towards Sergei. "You're coming with me? I could use some fire power. Let's go to the subway station and catch the next train. Then meet the others at the base. Or just drive there."

Neon revved the motorcycle engine, showing his impatience. Turning to the others, already seated at the car, making gesture near his ear:
"Keep your comms on. We can turn back to you if the case is indeed what is leading them to us. And it would be you who need our backup instead."

Sergei shrugs and hops on.

"OK sweet box... I'm gunna go out on a limb here. How alive are you...?"

Brett looks around and gets in the car with Flesher and Numa

Comms:
"Hey guys.... You know how I hate caging animals and stuff? Like how I only eat pasture raised eggs and chicken? I think I'm about to do a thing..."

Mr. Brett looks down at the box

"Look, Sweet Box, I don't like you being in this cage and I certainly don't like these goons being able to track us. If I let you out... what happens?"

Since Flesher is in the driver’s seat, she looks over at Neon and Serj on the motorcycle and winked.
let’s see who makes it back to the hideout first!
Then she revvs the engine of the ordinary vehicle, but then proceeds slowly driving down the street trying to blend in with regular traffic. She makes a turn off the main street being sure to use her turn signal. Looking over her shoulder, Flesher checks to see if the drone is in pursuit or if it is simply scanning for a target.