It wasn't a far drive for Jack, he was already in Brooklyn when the broadcast went off. Upon leaving from the mayors, taking a short detour to his apartment to change into some better fitting clothes. A nice pair of black slacks, satin long sleeve shirt and glossy black boots topping off with a form fitting leather jacket made him look more like he was going to a club rather than to some nutjob with a "kill everything" button with a potluck of superfriends that could potentially ruin his day with a well timed bullet to the noggin... or worse. Shuddering at the memory of what some of the other Operatives could do. On his way out he stuffed a retractable baton in one of his boots and his trusty Ace-in-the-hole in a hidden pocket in his jacket. The leather was too thick for anyone who does a random patdown could feel anything and it was still quick to grab just in case. 

7am- New York

The train screeched to a halt and like every other Joe Shmoe Jack hustled his way to certain doom. His Training took over and already he felt the rush of the good ol days come back to him. He couldn't help but keep a slight smirk over his mug as he started on his first objective. Not being stupid enough to just wander around until some crackshot paints a red dot on his head like a haji at a hallal stand... no, he would keep an eye for any other operatives first. Change his face every so often and see who come to town. His first candidate for a face change was up ahead, a buddhist monk giving out bracelets at the turnstop. Buying some cheap budda beads and a quick handshake thanks gave him all he needed to dip someplace dark and switch to a rather well dressed asian. Throwin on a quick pair of shades he lifted from a passerby and he was incognito. 

It wasn't long after he left the subway and got himself to the surface that he saw quite the familiar face with an all too happy look sitting at a nearby bench. "Cheshire..." Muttering under his breath hoping nobody heard. Flashbacks of her... unique attitude reminded him all to well on how dangerous she could be. Nobody would expect a dainty little thing that prefers to skip than walk jam you in the neck with a spike. Jack stayed out of sight and relaxed near a streetside pizza place with a few tables set outside. Ordering a slice he waited patiently to see whom this cat was waiting for and it wasn't long before some nervous looking fellow spotted her and made his way through the foot traffic to hand her a wallet, obviously not hers. This was his chance, taking note of which way Cheshire headed after leaving he proceeded to follow his new target willing to bet he had more than one wallet on him. Sure enough the man dipped into a side alley and dipped into a small dufflebag where he pulled out a cell and a handfull of other wallets sorting through ID's while chatting with whoevers on the other end of that cell. 

With a quick sprint Jack yanked his baton out of his boot and pinned the guy against the wall, the man panicked and accidently dropped the cell breaking it. "Fuck! Man, what the hell?" The man spat as he squirmed against the damp brick wall. "Shut up and face the wall!" Jack said calmly twisting the mans wrist around until he obliged. "What I do man? I'm just following orders..."-"shut up! You packing?" Jack didn't wait for a response as he started to pat the guy down... nothing. Jack was half in disbelief before he grabbed the dufflebag and opened it up. Wallets... a shitload of them, all with different ID's and tons of cash. They all had a similar note in them to directions to the same place. Jack gave a smirk as he turned the guy around and gave a light smack to the guys face. "Thanks for the wallets bud, I'll be taking over from here ok?" Jack said while his face morphed from a old asian man into a middle aged caucasian with short blond hair and blue eyes. Mimicing the man right in front of him. "Time for a nap now okay?" A quick flick of his wrist and the heavy club gave a satisfying thud against the mans temple. If he was dead or simply unconcious he didn't know or even care. 

Grabbing the dufflebag as well as the broken cell phone he made his way to a small motel within sight of the building that said meeting was about to go down and took inventory of the contents in the dufflebag. There were numerous wallets with ID's inside and Jack took note of all of them. This guy (whomever he was) had names and photos of quite a few operatives as well as enough cash to wet their wistles and still leave them wanting more. Stuffing a few grand in his cargo pocket and stashing the rest along with the now memorised ID's in the celing tiles of the two star hotel. Jack decided it better to sit and wait, keep surveilance on the building and check off whomever goes in. No sense walking into a trap just yet... and if the Robed weirdo decides to hit the button, than he's got steady intel that can be held in the cloud with just one call to a very loyal mayor that can ruin the Hood's day as well as the names and faces of quite a few operatives. "If I get put down, at least Ill have good company in hell..." He joked, watching out the window with a pair of newly bought binoculars to see who goes down the rabbit hole.