"Yeah, anyway, Micheal hasn't given us anymore information, so, what are we doing here?" Elliot put his phone back in his pocket. "It doesn't seem he's going to give us anymore, aswell."
Elliot pulled out his phone and texted Charles We're meant to be at the researchers... Elliot mashed this in and sent it. He then looked to Vincent. "Small shop, four police cars patrol in two minutes, minimal security is what i've been told."
"Technically all the rest of us were meant to come here without any useful things being done." Elliot examined the bikes. "Why do we need bikes anyway?"
"Bikes? What bikes? Is this the getaway thing or something? Because Micheal told us pretty much nothing. Come in then I suppose, again." Elliot was ready to shut the door.