Jack took the pills offered to him without complaint, downing them dry as well. They couldn't stop for long, probably were lingering too long here as it was. No, this was going to work, and they were going to find a motorcycle in that parking garage. People were either working or glued to the holovid watching Overwatch burn to the ground and body extraction.

He tipped his hip so that Gabriel could return the bottles to the pack, and he reached up to gently scratch his cheek. He ached. It was shameful that he was already tired, but he nodded his head at the instructions.

"You go in first so it doesn't look at suspicious. I'll wait a few minutes and follow," he remarked. Gabriel had two working arms and a better working knowledge of what they would be looking for here. He would bring up the rear, try to keep them as safe as possible.