"All aboard?" Baz settles himself into the seat, passing the M249 up to someone in the load-bed. "Cover us! We're heading to the police station."<br/><br/>The cop-shop is very near where Dr. Helena and Mathias are. So close, infact, the pair will probably hear the roaring of the vehicle's engine, and any gunfire they're sending out. Baz mows through a horde of  the infected, then shouts to his passengers.<br/><br/>"I had a thought, too. If they've got a welding shop, we could make some kinda spiky Mad Max armour for Bertha."