After you and Marshall had broken out Adler from the solitary prison cell he was locked away in and didn’t have to face death in various near-death experiences, you three finally made it back to the auction hall, only to find that you all couldn’t leave in the back exit.

The only way you could leave was with the three dirt bikes which were painted in the colours of the American flag.

"We go out, break through the glass and hopefully won’t die. Understood the plan?" Marshall asked, not waiting for an answer as he climbed onto one of the motorcycles, kick started it and rode off to escape.

Adler followed suit, straddling one of the bikes before he looked over to you.

"What? You comin' or can’t ride a motorcycle?" Adler huffed in a hint of irritation and annoyance.