"I know we will Tinder." Foxtrot says as he pushes open the door, letting in a light breeze into the lobby. Turning to his left to the parking lot he spots the jeep in question, "I just pray we get her in one piece." Walking over the pavement, his mind begins to race as he struggles to remember what happened last night. Images of what could've happened play out in his head, people with unclear details on their face bring no evidence as to who to look for. His eyes scan the vehicle as he approaches it, noting the green biohazard decal on the charcoal colored bumper, "This is it. Now hopefully the spare is where it's supposed to be. Foxtrot bends down to the bumper and places the tips of his fingers onto the edges of the hazard logo; a clockwise twist of his hand turns the decal, suddenly popping it off of the bumper itself. Turning the symbol over, a key is revealed to be taped onto the other side of the metal disk. "Yes! We're mobile!" Pressing the decal back into place, Foxtrot rushes over to the driver side door and opens it, unlocking the others for his friends to enter. Before sitting inside, he examines the interior of the jeep for any clues; unfortunately, only the usual items are present inside. "Nothing. Well, we have our ride at least. Everybody hop in, this day ain't over yet."