The mercs in the van weren't taking any chances at being followed, and took a long, roundabout route, that would waste the better part of forty-five minutes; around that time, Elizabeth starts sending images of being tired; the flying doesn't affect her, as much as how quickly they have to move, given she can't keep up speeds of thirty miles per hour easily.<br/><br/>Eventually, though, they pull up to an old warehouse, and drive inside, closing the metal door behind them.