It was a good thing the warning came in time, so Jack simply took another sip of his champagne as he tried to figure out a way to evade the woman and carry out his end of the mission. He remembered that his sister would have one of her girlfriends nearby and they would pretend to be lesbians whenever one of them was getting hit on by a creep. It gave him an idea for a cover story. "Yes, it is... but you got to do what your client wants in my ah, line of work." Jack replied with a smile. It looked awkward, but it lent credence to his tale, he hoped, that he was there simply as someone's escort-slash-gigolo for the night. "I'm sorry, this is quite embarrassing... I think I'll go check if she's still in the bathroom." No doubt his team would have heard that and he hoped Tris would back him up... or else he would have to leave through the back door and deal with the security team.

He made for the bathroom, making it look as if he was worried about not getting paid if the "client" found him flirting with another woman. Fortunately for him, the coat room was in the same direction. A left turn down the hall and he was out of sight of the woman, pushing the door to the coat room open. His target was there, preparing to leave and facing Jack. "Ah, I'm sorry, do you mind? My coat's the grey one-" The man nodded and turned around to help him retrieve the coat, which was when he snapped the man's neck with a violent twist of his head. He moved the man's body to the back of the room behind the coat racks, just to make the body that much harder to find. It would buy them a few more minutes at least.

"My man is down, and I might need Tris to assist me a little." He reported, as he headed to scout out his back door exit plain. Two guards, run of the mill security. "Or I could use the back door. Doesn't seem to be much trouble there, I'll double around and meet you guys."