"We're good on gas." Mike kept an eye on the gage while patrolling. He wouldn't want to run out halfway through a shift. They've got enough to keep going for awhile.

He drummed his fingers on the wheel. "You're not going to like my option which is to confront them."

He had his bullet proof vest in the trunk. If they stopped he could get it on and see what these assassins wanted. He might even get close enough to throw some magic in their face.