A light smirk crossed his lips as he listened to The Executioner speak. There were several quips he could have made between pauses but instead he remained silent for a change and absorbed what he was being told. Folding his arms over his chest, he kept his eyes glued to the behemoth as it circled around him. Feeling the slight trembles in the earth with each footstep, he quickly realized that this guy’s size wasn’t just for show. 

The Executioner had given him something to think about as far as his assignment was concerned, not to mention the unexpected offer. The proposal was that if he gave The Executioner a cut of his pay, he could take the briefcase without any resistance. Black Jack immediately weighed his options. A one on one fight with The Executioner was probably not a good idea. He was heavily armed, heavily armored and was probably as strong as an ox. The guy looked like he could twist a steel beam into a pretzel.
 
On the other hand, he wouldn’t be much of a specialist if he didn’t complete his assignments; it wasn’t good for business to return from a job empty handed. Still, Black Jack had to consider what the Executioner had to say. Was this all a set up? Perhaps someone’s twisted sense of humor or was it the SXM’s way of hunting him down? Maybe The Executioner was lying to him? He didn’t know this guy, what reason did he have to tell the truth? 

At the end of his speech, The Executioner pointed his rifle at Black Jack, an act that didn’t seem to bother the much smaller man. Seductively tracing a gloved finger along the barrel of The Executioner’s gun, Black Jack flashed an alluring smile, cutting his eyes towards the hulking figure on the other end of it. “You make an interesting argument Mr….umm…what was your name again?” He asked curiously. “But unfortunately I don’t have any reason to trust you. How do I know you won’t double cross me? Don’t take it personally, it’s just something I’ve learned over the years. I also find it hard to believe that you didn’t peek inside that briefcase, considering you had it all to yourself for at least a few minutes. No one’s that indifferent.” He grinned. 
 
“ I’ll tell you what. Open the briefcase and if the goods are there I’ll take it and give you your cut of the pay. From the look of ya, it should keep you knee deep in grenades and ammo for at least a few weeks.” 

The sound of sirens could soon be heard in the distance and Black Jack sighed. Little did he know the commotion was because of a botched bank robbery nearby. “It sounds like our little rendezvous is going to be interrupted soon. So let’s make this quick…or take it to somewhere a little more private.” He winked.