Max looked at Thomas and back to Claes, as he sipped the espresso. 

"No one but us has arrived yet. By the way Thmoas, you didn't feel anything on your way here did you? i was telling Claes that I felt like i was being followed by something. And whatever has been following me is probably waiting for me out there."

He stared into his espresso cup noticing he was just about finished with it, then he bolted up when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and loked at it and picked it up. It was police chef Hardy. 

"Mmmmhhhhmmmm. Interesting. That's odd. Sure I'll be right down." 

Max hung up and looked at the two. "Uh, guys, we got some issues. That was Hardy on the line. The god damn corpse is reanimating itself. Well not the corpse itself, but something is down there right now doing it. This isn't no run of the mill murder. It's those fucking hell minions. I was saying i felt like i was followed and sure enough these fuckers waited for me to be far enough from the scene before they stared doing their dirty work. we gotta stop this shit at once."

That being said he picked up his phone and dialed a few numbers, obviously calling the girls and informing them to just meet up at the site. "we better get our asses in gear if we wanna stop this before shit hits the fan."

Max swallowed down the rest of the espresso, got up and headed straight for the door. He turned back as Claes and Thomas were behind him. 

"Who's driving?"