When Lydia was finally in the car Odysseus turned to her. An eyebrow was raised when he saw her putting the bag between her legs instead of the back that he had offered. "Suit yourself." he saif his expression drawing back to neutral. At least she  seemed much more calm than the whole time they had been arguing, maybe even a bit tired. He checked to see the if the mirrors were in their proper positions, then he  made a few small corrections to the central mirror before slowly starting on the road, flash and all. He was a very carefull driver, as if he lacked a bit of experience that would let him be more relaxed behind the wheel. He did every turn and stopped by the book. Once again he took a roundabout road that wouldn't lead someone to his house, and ensure that anyone following them would lose them at some point. The inside of the car was completely unadorned, nothing showed that it had been personalised at all since the day it was bought from the car dealer.<br/><br/>Odysseus was once again silent, his eyes straight on the road and the mirrors, the car never going over the speed limit, he really didn't want a regular police officer to stop him for a search or he would find a very interesting armoury in the back and Odysseus' pay would be cut for the next month due to how many palms would have to be greased to cover up the less than mundane parts of the arsenal. For example the had of glory would surely pull him in for an interrogation. Moreover the new problem he had to deal with would complicate the situation even more. A sigh escaped him just from imagining the headache the whole situation would be. But he didn't have to deal with the hypothetical situation as he was pulling in one of the newest neibhourhood of the city, filled with tall appartment buildings, all of them less than a decade old, they were built during an initiative brought forward by the city council, all old and delapidated buildings had been taken ouf of commission and this nice neighboorhood came out of it.<br/><br/>Odysseus started slowing down as he got closer to one of the newest ones, probably targeted to those with quite a bit of capital as each floor was one and a half times taller than most other buildings. The outside was painted an easy to the eyes orange, it had five floors and big balconies for each apartment. Odysseus stopped in front of the garage doors and reached down, into a small space where he kept a two button remote, his other hand never leaving the wheel. He pressed the button and the reinforced door opened upwards, barely not scrapping the front of the car, as Odysseus had stopped pretty close to the doorway, trying not to stop whatever traffic might come. The door revealed behind it a small ramp that lead downwards, the garage was somewhat subterrenean. Odysseus went into it, and the lights came on. It had eight other cars parked in it, most more expensive than the model Odysseus prefered, he never cared much about cars, only reason he knew what type his own was were the papers.<br/><br/>He drove until they reached a prearanged space, his initials O.S. on the white wall, with blue paint. He stopped the car, closed it and then put neutral. "Let's go." he said and got out of the car. He did not wait a lot for Lydia, locking the car the moment she got out. The garage door had closed on its own behind them.