Archer shrugged. Dead body disposal. This was new. The old man probably wouldn't be too hard to move, but the big guy? He looked for rugs or large sections of cloth, perhaps curtains or the like.
"That big bloke is going to be a tad hard to move," he said in his blended accent.
Beyond the bodies, he needed to foul up anything they had left behind, confuse any following investigation. The idea of playing cleaner appealed to him, as it meant he would be laying the foundations for undermining the future efforts of opposition.
"I'll need keys to the truck, and rope... or maybe not," a plan was starting to formulate as he looked around the small shop, then he remembered something "What are we going to do with the injured woman? She could spill everything she saw and I do believe she got a pretty good look at all of us. Everything I do is moot when a witness can explain everything."