Jack's leather shoes continued to make a distinctive clicking noise as he walked towards the designated safehouse. Directions issued via conference link between Red five and Mr. Black through his retinal interface. Gesturing to him turn by turn directions like a Garmin for dummies. Not the most advanced tech but worked well for him. Files from Red five regarding each other member was in the top left corner including quick cliff notes for each member updated in real time. He was listening to the recorded audio of the team voicing their opinions that she managed to send over as well and decided to stop by an old safehouse of his that may have a couple things that may be of use. It wasn't far off the beaten path and most of what he needed lay in the trunk of an abandoned car that was obviously rigged with traps in case someone messed with it.

Upon arriving at the red beat up old Caddillac, he pressed in one of the headlights and tapped on the hood in a rythmic pattern for a couple seconds. Instantly the trunk of the car opened up and a small staircase popped out leading to a tiny underground storage shed. Jack ignored the many rifles and explosives lining the walls of the shed and quickly grabbed two dufflebags from a nearby locker. Upon leaving Jack grabbed a sawnoff shotgun rigged with a grappling hook and spool of synth-fiber wire and stuffed it into one of the bags along with what goodies lay inside.

Jack arrived shortly after at the hideout with dufflebag on each shoulder. Watching the stares he received as a suited man with two dufflebags made his way through the apartment complex and arriving at the safehouse door, he gave a soft rythmic knock and slowly opened the door. "Don't shoot, I'm unarmed." He said cautiously as he made his appearance. "Okay, I lied... I obviously have two arms... kinda, but I won't use them without sexual consent." He gave a smirk as he walked in and dropped the two dufflebags on the briefing table. "No need for introductions Red five here was nice enough to bring me up to speed already. I'm your extra muscle....Names Jack, or Mr. Contrakt if you feel like being formal and mysterious." He said sarcastically taking a seat next to Lei-Ne, pulling out a cuban cigar and lighting it with an old fashoiond gold plated zippo. "In the bags you find some assorted parts and boards to give our Rigger a half-chub as well as some broken rifles I'm sure he could work with. In the other bag is various industrial uniforms from my old jobs, mechanic, plumber, hazmat, may even have a lab coat or two in there." He put his feet up onto the briefing table and leaned the chair on two legs, taking a puff of the cigar. "There's also a toy in there that may prove usefull if you plan on going in from above... I call her Sally." Jack turned his head towards the tall glass of green tea next to him. "Sally is a custom piece of work but apparently so are you, id gladly forget her name if you tell me yours." Jacks smile spread from cheek to cheek showing off his pearlie whites. He already knew it but that didn't stop his attempt at flirtation.