Following suit of the others, Jesse stepped out into the unknown planet, looking surprisingly less out of place than one might've expected. Though he still wore the bright pink dress shirt and pristine white suit pants, a dark grey ballistic vest adorned his chest, scrounged from the armory. Around his arm was wrapped a length of thick cord, found in the same location -as loath as Jesse was to admit it, his personal weaponry choice was a bit lacking in the stealth department. This makeshift weapon would have to do in the meantime.
On first exiting the ship, Jesse first noticed the intense cold, and promptly regretted his choice in attire. Though his body was racked with shivers, he did not comment on the temperature, instead choosing to grit his teeth through the numbing frost. As they trudged towards the base, Jesse occupied himself by focusing in on his cybernetic eye. Routines within the artificial organ ran, highlighting the weaponry carried by his partners in crime, as well as keeping a track of their distance from him. The marker over their heads blinked red when he strayed too close to either Scarleth or Callum, which he was careful not to do.
"Nice of them to leave the door unlocked. Shame they couldn't leave the heater running, too." Jesse muttered before entering the research lab with the others. He spent little time admiring the hangar, though he took mental note of the four small ships scattered about. Be it for a hasty escape or an improvised explosive, he thought it might be wiser than not to have them in the back of his mind should everything go south.
While Callum himself stepped over the corpses that littered the floor, Jesse took his own time to study the dead security personnel. He moved past the one who had appeared to be running toward the hangar, and instead knelt near the leftmost of the pair of armed guards on the floor. He took a hold of the dead man's weapon, then aimed down the sights, away from the hangar. "What have you naughty kids been up to?" He thought to himself, as he silently mimed firing off some shots, then falling dramatically to the floor in a position identical to that of the dead guard.
As he laid still on the floor, his eye worked double time, recreating the event. Though no hard data was formed, Jesse at least had a vague idea as to where the attack that killed the guards came from.
Jesse huffed out a breath as he stood to his feet, staring at the dead bodies for just one more moment. Shrugging, he took the weapons from the dead guards -one he placed just in front of the door leading to the hangar. The other, he held onto for the moment, turning the weapon over in his hands. His head perked up as he noticed a beckoning from his peripherals. He stalked over to the terminal at which Scarleth was working, mentally disabling the blinking warning his eye prompted as he approached the assassin. Though prepared to make a witty comment, he decided against speaking when Scarleth signaled him with a finger over her lips.
Gently placing a hand on the woman's shoulder, Jesse guided her aside before taking a wide stance at the terminal. From the captions across the screen, he could tell that she had been attempting to access the personnel logs of the scientific base, certainly a bright idea. As much as he'd have liked to type a line of code and crack through the security regarding these logs, hacker was not in Jesse's job description. Instead, he chose to navigate through the computer system for other clues, weaker security. He moved leisurely throughout the interface, before something caught his eye -the server used to manage messages sent to and from the base was extremely similar in composition to that of the email servers of his father's business, something with which he was very intimately acquainted.
Both through memory of his childhood lessons on the base code of this server, and assistance from his augmented eye, he pried through the messages sent to and from the base. As his cybernetic furrowed through the results, the other processes began shutting down -highlights on weapons, distance measuring, and identification tags all faded from his view as more power was diverted to the search. Soon enough, a promising result was found, and Jesse reached out to get Scarleth's attention.
"My dearest beloved... blah blah blah... ancient artifact of unknown origin, yada yada, buried away in a nearby cave... et cetera et cetera... we have been studying the object and it's properties, boring boring." Jesse read mentally, highlighting the important sections of text as he read along for the benefit of Scarleth. Though he considered calling out for the attention of the others, he did not find the idea of disobeying the assassin in such close proximity to be a beneficial one. Instead he simply gave Scarleth a pointed look, before motioning with a finger in a wide circle to the others. His other hand nervously fidgeted with his length of cord as his cybernetic eye slowly restored his previous functions.