While the agents were distracted, Jon begins to meld with the scenery becoming hard to distinguish from the scenery, and yet harder to remember.
"We need to see where they're taking ascot I'll take the rear, and keep an eye out for anyone following us." an ethereal whisper appearing in the ear of O'ryan.
From his camouflaged state he climbs up upon the rooftop and begins scanning around looking for suspicious persons. His hand tapping on the matte black of pistol holstered beneath his duster.