Once they reached normal city streets, Brandt slowed to a respectable, unremarkable speed - something a little over the speed limit, but not so far that anyone would really notice. Brandt saw his partner weighing all as they passed by. There was a brief pause as Brandt pulled over to ditch the obvious SUV - surely they could track stolen vehicles, especially ones that were stolen from employees of a prison - and after committing the GPS map to memory, he cleared the onboard history and transferred to an old white work van. Such a vehicle would not seem amiss in a warehouse district, and there were no obvious bits of tech to track them in this.
The place he finally settled on was indeed abandoned. After parking the van inside, he started an inventory.
It was grim. He hated the place almost instantly; it reminded him quite a lot of the places he'd riddled or burned down. But the one thing it had was that it hid them - at least for now.