Charles had decided to send the sheath down to the lab to see what they could salvage from it, giving it to one of the nearby officers that still remained on the scene before leaving to the subway. He hopped in a cab, and gave the driver a decent sum of money. "Hey, get me to the old subway as soon as possible. Here, the address.' He'd give it to the driver, quickly buckling himself in, his badge being more than visible. "Sorry if this is a bit abrupt, but I just need to get there as soon as physically possible. I'm sure your used to shady people jumping in your cab, handing you a ton of money, and saying they needed to get somewhere." He'd say in a extremely joking matter, although it was clear to about anyone he was extremely nervous about this whole situation...something about this murder just bugged him, even more so then the other crimes he had seen over the years...and he had seen some grizzly things, things that he would never, EVER want to have to recount to anyone unless 100% necessary.