The interior of the Lamborghini was unlike anything he'd ever seen, the center console quite near baffling in its unique design, even though he was sure it served no true purpose than to provide some aesthetically pleasing way to work in the colors of the Italian flag into the design of the car. A small scowl crossed his lips as he pressed the silver button on the dashboard, the vehicle roaring to life beneath him. His hands already had found the gears upon the wheel when the cell phone in his pocket began to ring, the call entirely inconvenient, as far as he was concerned. Tetradore had contemplated simply ignoring the device altogether and yet, by happenstance, he pulled the phone from his pocket to tossing it on that peculiar console before hitting the green button once he saw the name that danced across the screen. His gaze turned upwards towards the rearview mirror as Tobias announced who it was, even though Tetradore knew this very fact all the same. A small scowl crossed his features at the boy's insistence a moment later that he had little idea of how to start the vehicle, this theft hardly going quite as he had planned - though when did they ever?

A soft sigh left his lips as he suggested finding a lever to shift the gears, the man praying, all the while, that the military vehicle was not styled after his own in this manner. He watched as the windshield wipers began to move, only for the loud blaring sound of the radio echoing over the phone to fill his own vehicle. His eyebrows furrowed as he glanced behind him, only to see a large battering ram lowered directly in front of the vehicle. That...did not look good. The curse words that fell from his lips only seemed to baffle his companion that comment from the boy prompted little more than a roll of Tetradore's emerald green eyes. "Just forget about it." He mumbled, his attention quickly refocused on the sudden moving of the vehicle behind him, the vehicle abruptly moving backward in the fashion Tobias so often tended to drive. Great. Just great. That yelp of surprise was hardly unexpected and yet, the sudden shifting of the car forward was. The vehicle was quickly encroaching upon the Lamborghini, near forcing Tetradore to throw his own vehicle in gear before his foot moved with expert precision to get the prized vehicle out of the way and, luckily, out of the building altogether. He could hear the crunching of the plastic chairs as his own wheels screeched on the slick floors beneath them before the sports car lurched forward and towards the open door.

Tobias' assurance that he didn't hit the prized vehicle prompted little more than a soft huff from his lips as he guided the car towards the main road. "You got pretty damn close," Tetradore responded, clearly cross with how easily the limited edition concept car had been to being crushed, with him in it. His irritation, however, quickly fizzled out as he turned onto the main street, prompting the man to remind his best friend to go slowly. Although he knew the armored car was likely to be spotted easier at such a slow speed, there was less of a chance for an accident and a far greater one that the vehicles might arrive at the Ark safe an in one piece. In an almost paranoid fashion, his gaze darted up towards his rear view mirror almost constantly as he guided his companion down those familiar streets to their own part of the city. He was rather surprised to see the large military vehicle kept ever so perfectly within the lane behind him, particularly considering how poorly Tobias had done on his first and second attempt to explain those lines on the road to the boy. Following, it seemed, was all that was necessary to get the job done.

Admittedly, Tetradore was equally as thankful for the late hour, those few cards proving to be far less of a challenge as the pair cruised along, bothered only by the stop lights they encountered. He was hardly oblivious to the inquisitive looks they were given by any who passed them, surely making their trek through the city easier to trace, if only for how it would linger in the minds of the inhabitants. The cars would have to be stashed away for some time before they could see the light of day again. Maybe he'd get the Lamborghini wrapped. The white color was...offensively bright. The thought lingered upon his mind as they made their way down through the Eastern part of town, the man hardly attentive at all of the pedestrians on the sidewalks until the sound of shouting drew his gaze towards his side mirror. A small frown crossed his features at the sight of Raven's witch friend and her Hunter companion. His head shook ever so slightly, and yet, truly, Tetradore was hardly perturbed by the hunter's appearance. Thus far, the Council had mostly left him alone though whether or not that was due to Matteo's involvement remained to be seen.

"He'll get over it," Tetradore responded, hardly aware, at that moment, of how Tobias' vehicle had begun to drift from his lane. It was the honk of a horn that caused his gaze to shift upwards and towards his rearview mirror, only for his gaze to widen as the military vehicle moved head-on with a small group of pedestrians. It took him a moment before Tetradore placed the face of the man he'd seen only in pictures before the man next to him moved with supernatural speed. "Shit, Tobias, stay in your lane!" He quite near shouted at his companion, that brush of panic surely filling his voice as the vehicle veered back behind him. The last thing he needed was for Tobias to run over Matteo's son. The fae Frenchman would never forgive him if he'd taken any part in maiming the man and a life without Matteo prompted a peculiarly dreadful feeling within his stomach. He glanced out of his mirrors, moving far slower now just to ensure the group was, in fact, okay, before Tetradore quickly turned them down side streets, hoping to avoid any further incidents like that.

A soft breath left his lips as they moved through the town, getting ever closer to the Westside and the Ark that so awaited them. He almost began to relax at the wheel, his hands no longer gripping the steering wheel nearly as tightly as he eased back into the seat. It was the first time since they'd gotten out of the showroom that Tetradore found himself simply able to enjoy driving the now stolen vehicle. The road in front of him seemed blissfully clear and yet, he was well aware of that impending intersection. It was the sight of a horse that prompted the Were-King's sudden action, his foot near slamming on the breaks as the vehicle beneath him screeched ever so slightly in an effort to stop. The white Lamborghini came to a halt mere inches of the horses that now stood directly in front of them, the mere sight of Matteo in the midst of that theft prompted an almost guilty look on his features even in spite of Tobias' voice shouting at him from the center console. His phone was all but ignored under the intense observation of the Frenchman. His emerald eyes flickered briefly towards the hunter at Matteo's side. So that was Alexander....well..shit.

He could hardly help the way he flinched as Tobias rolled down the window, sticking his head out only to shout at the two men in front of him. "Shut UP, Tobias." He all but hissed at the phone, almost unsurprised as Alexander shouted back, clearly reaching for something before Matteo reached out to intervene. He could hardly help the sheepish look upon his own features' at Matteo's sudden assurance that they would talk about this later before those horses were urged forward and off the crosswalk. The white Lamborghini crept forward almost slowly as if he was tentative to ensure they were entirely free of the car before he urged it forward. The sing-song tone within Tobias' voice prompted little more than a huff from Tetradore's own lips as he turned onto the docks. "You were not a lot of help." He grumbled, reaching for his phone only to end the call and hit the button for the garage on his smart device. He watched as the gangplank was slowly lowered, providing those prized steals the sanctuary he sought. Tomorrow, he'd move them deeper into the Ark but, for tonight, this was enough. Thank God.