Jack Spicer doesn't like this at all. He doesn't even have a Jackbot with him, much less the several dozen that he wishes he did. On top of that all this talk about fighting isn't exactly easing his nerves. Alright, for lack of anything better he'd believe whatever these AI's were telling them was true. For now. If that was the case, there were people running around with guns and who knew what, and they were probably pretty capable of killing one teenager. Even a teenager with a helipack and the Monkey Staff.

His chances of survival, he concludes, are best with the group. For now. Not that he likes it.

"Good luck with that," he snarks at Sawyer's retreating back before he finally, grudgingly, speaks his mind. "I'm not going on the front lines, no way. You said he locked the place down? How do we get in?" Jack certainly knows a thing or three about breaking other peoples' security systems.