Kwu parked the now destroyed car back in it's spot, ready for it's owner to freak out (if he wasn't dead yet).
He pulled out Ramirez's limp body, making sure to avoid the piss-stained areas and dragged him inside, back to his colleagues.

"Got him back. A little roughed up, but not dead" he said in a disinterested tone.

He threw the man on a nearby sofa.
"Does 16b ring a bell for any of you? Got a message while driving and the only thing I can remember is some rundown apartment that was demolished a few years back. Belonged to a programmer from the Black Turtles."