"I think I should be pleased that you think so much of me," But, to be fair to Jack, these handcuffs would take him at the most five minutes to get out of. He'd become quite the escape artist but then he had to be quick in his line of work. The slower he was, the sooner his death would be. "I was on a job and he sent me a picture. You've seen his face, what was I going to do? Ignore it?"

He was a sucker for a pretty face. And, unfortunately, it had once again got him shot in the foot. Looking at his manipulator the best he could, he frowned in concern, wanting to try and do some kind of tech support on it. No way could it be broken! He needed that. "Thank him? The bastard's buggered up my ride. I didn't even need his help in the first place."