Shane let out his breath slowly, staying still until he had made sure that everything was still intact. Spotting Max's gesture, he stayed quiet and motionless, listening to the furious bellowing of the minotaur. Steadily, he brought a hand to his radio, and pressed his alert button, sending an encoded and digitally scrambled signal to his team. Even if it was intercepted, it would make no sense, only containing one number, '15'. His team would know the intention of the message, and would disappear, the truck getting dumped as fast as they could find another suitable transport. Their cargo of non-humans vanishing with them until it was safe to take them on-wards to their new destinations.<br/><br/>Receiving their leader's signal, the team all looked to each other, almost smiling at Shane's virtual prediction of the impending attack and sending them on in the vehicle they came in, as opposed to their usual plan of handing them to Max to take in the bakery truck. Even with the obvious change in circumstances, the NHES team stayed quiet about what happened, the driver picking up pace and driving into a freight transport company lot. Showing his ID to the gate guard, he continued on after only a couple of brief words, "Cameras off until we leave." Inside the yard and up the back, the men get out and quickly swap plates around on several trucks, taking only one of those, and loading the people inside, driving to a small farm outside the city.