"Would you rather do this part?" Because he suspects only one of them has got their driving licensing and he's pretty sure he knows who it is.

But fair point. Gripping the wheel with both hands again, Charlie motors along the thoroughfare, quickly cutting back into side streets to avoid being pulled over thanks to the busted in tail light. From there, it doesn't actually take terribly long to reach where he's meaning to go as the smaller, taller buildings begin to fall away in favor of larger structures stretching out into the darkness of the factory district. Here he takes it slow, carefully making note of street names as they go, mentally cross referencing it to the map he's got in his head.

He paused for a long time at a quiet intersection before he steers the Corsa left. A few minutes later he makes a low noise and taps the window as they drive past an older brick and mortar warehouse behind a high paneled fence. "There's our building." He drives past it, looking for a place to dump the Corsa.