"Ah, the million dollar question." He has a few ideas, particularly given her earlier display on the cctv, but it's nothing he's willing to commit to just yet. "My money's on reasonably shit security if we're lucky, maybe three blokes at the worst and one of them in some kind of bird's nest with an eye on the monitors." Though they might luck out and only have a few people patrolling the perimeter; warehouse jobs are always a touch hit or miss. Not that it matters; they've just got to get in, pack up a few things before their timer runs out and they'll be golden.

It's a one way trip and getting in is rarely the hard bit.

"In which case, we just knock out their electricity - thank you -, kill their backup generator if they've got one, and then bust open a door. Simple as pie."

Charlie drives maybe three blocks before he swings the Corsa off into a narrow little street leading into another set of warehouses likely attached to a factory. He reaches down under the steering column and pull apart the two wires he twisted together earlier; the car shuts off abruptly. "Lock your door on the way out, would you love?"

He promptly clambers out of the car.