Jack was sighing as he stood in the corner of that lavish, expensive party. He wasn't used to functions like this or wearing a three piece suit. The tailor had been insistent on making his suit a little tighter to show off his muscular physique, claiming that it was fashionable for well-built men like him and he had to look the part of high society. They were here to be subtle and take out their targets, and that option wasn't exactly open for him if he was drawing the attention of the women (and a few of the men) his way. He was lucky in that regard, since he would only need to make a move if things went south, otherwise the only thing he'd need to do was take point and clear the two guards blocking their path to the escape route. "Yes, I'm in position... and very uncomfortable in case anyone's wondering. And it's not just the suit." He lifted the glass of champagne he had in his hands to pretend he was taking a sip while reporting in.

So there he was, standing in the corner with a small glass of champagne and a ring with a poison needle in its setting as his method of assassination. He would have preferred not to use poison and simply snap the guy's neck from behind, but the whole point of the operation was to be subtle. He was situated near the door to the balcony as well, in case Tris was exposed or spotted. At least he had a nice view of her working her magic from here. Even with his looks and physique being a distraction for the women in the SHIELD gym, the only charm he had in the seduction department was just on the salmon ladder. He was an army brat, after all, and took on his opponents head on. He didn't have the finesse or eloquence to charm people the way Tris did.

Then again, that was why he was on this team in the first place. He was their muscle and heavy hitter. He was their stone wall of Nehemiah, their Samson, their Hercules. Tris was their ninja and very own Black Widow (though she didn't like to be compared to the latter), just like Haleigh was their... Bob Lee Swagger. He really needed to brush up on his character analogies. The only one he had for Birdie was Evil Knievel. Or maybe Vin Diesel... [i]Let's just focus on the mission.[/i] He reminded himself, dropping the internal monologue and character references. [i]And this really suffocating torture suit.[/i]