It wasn't long before he caught up with them, they were not lying when they said out back. It seemed a little strange to Jack for them to be dealing in broad daylight, but stranger things had happened. Not that he'd ever speak of them. He hid behind a conveniently angled dumpster, giving him a clear view of the crime. There was something stranger about it. The way everything looked around them was hazy, like a thin film of plastic surrounded them, distorting the light and their features. And yet he could tell it was still Conner and Joseph. He rubbed his eyes and worried about being old and needing to buy glasses. He could barely tell that two plain bags switched places, most probably containing drugs and money respectively. Planning his approach he tensed himself. He had no idea if they were packing weapons, and his eyes were apparently failing him, so he would have to be careful for once. He was never good at being careful. Suddenly Connor rose his voice above a whisper.

"Joese, it seems as if someone has been spying on us."
"You said noone could see us!"
"Well it seems like this birdie has talents. Come out little birdie!" Cooner shouted gleefully, pulling out what seemed to be a rod. 

Jack padded himself down, searching for his gun before remembering that he left it in the car. Shit. he still had his knife, concealed against his thigh, but now things had gotten difficult. Connor may be waving a crazy stick around, not much of a threat. Joseph was a different story. He could have a gun, in fact he most likely had one on him given what his client had told him on previous phone calls.How was he going to unfuck himself?