'Drew' Dyson, "Watchtower"
She hops out of the SUV, flipping off the siren and lights on her way out, and heads towards Quentin. Before she can speak, he hands her a spotting scope and snaps out orders. Giving him an eyebrow and waiting, he is kind enough to add "please". Andrea smiles at the geeky sniper and nods towards the SUV, speaking over her shoulder in a carrying voice as she for the driver's seat.
"Brief me enroute." She hops in, opens the rear hatch for Quentin to load his 'baby', buckles herself in, texts Jack for the address--receiving it gratifying fast--and then waits until Quentin is in the shotgun seat with his door closed. "So, the cafe." She flips on the lights--but not the siren--and slams her SUV into 'Reverse', slamming on the gas. "You might want to buckle up, Quentin."
His reply was lost in the squeal of the SUV's tires as Andrea executed a notably-faster-than-recommended J-turn and started heading down 'backroads' towards the tallest building with a clear LOS on the cafe...at speeds clearly in excess of the local speed limits by at least 15-20 miles per hour.