Reaching over to the wall socket, he unplugs the tablet and takes it with him as he follows Butcher out.<br/><br/>"Nice wheels, Butcher." Grinning, he unbuttons a few buttons at the bottom of his jacket and slides into the back after Butcher. Balancing himself, he straddles and hangs on, glad that he is dextrous enough to not cause anymore balancing issues to Butcher. "Powerful and Smooth", smiling as he feels the wind on his skin. Feeling the bike taking turns and accelerating effortlessly, hoping the night will go as smoothly.<br/><br/>Arriving, he gets off the bike and waits for Butcher. Moving into cover, he looks at the warehouse and the security, counting the number of people and tries to see if any of them are guards or whether any of them are armed and/or trained. Not wanting to get a closer look yet, at least until Butcher puts the bike somewhere safe. Or at least as safe as it can be. "Looks like the boss is in Butcher", gesturing to the Chrysler 300 SRB".<br/><br/><br/><br/>