Other than the sudden appearance and ejection of an Edison drop dealer in the group (it probably is 'Spartacus,' because that seems like her luck, but it's not like Alex has ever seen the much rumored-of gun, drop, and shitty clothes dealer), getting everyone out isn't too hard. The Thrillers are injured enough that the (seen) assassin gets take away without so much as a threat of violence towards anyone.<br/><br/>Granted, in a few weeks, they're likely to be searching and making pain and noise, but that's next week (or the week after that)'s problem.<br/><br/>Now, the train of vehicles is pretty funny from the perspective of being unexpected. Following the main vehicle is a twiggy elf whose pseudo-bike leathers just barely don't expose boob or bulge. Following the elf is a fairly standard blue Visage Verity... other than the nervous looking woman and the only barely hidden missile launcher built into the space that normally has the optional second passenger seating installed. And rounding out the little convoy is a Viacommu-looking van. Only the thing is way too clean for that biz's workers, so it's probably the last member of the group.<br/><br/>Messages are getting sent (openly so that there's hopefully no need to ask about what's being talked about). The van driver is pretty chatty, given the number of plain messages getting sent around.