Wolverine doesn't bother waiting for confirmation from anyone else. He's the field leader. At the end of the day, it's no one's decision but his own.

"Then hand off your weapons, and let's go," he says, growing impatient with Cassidy's obvious hesitation. "Nothing personal, we can just hide 'em better and you two are way too conspicuous as it is. We've got a truck parked a block away, and a-" He pauses, eyes suddenly locked across the street where another man in a suit is making his way toward the police station, unarmed but carrying a briefcase. Likely the interrogator, just in time for a missed appointment with Cassidy. Quick change of plan, then.

"Creed, grab him. And don't kill him. We'll need him if we want to find out where the Widow's going to be crossing the border. Let's get out of here."