"Good body too. Seemed to be going pretty well until he decided to knock me out," Which was always a hazard in his line of work. Some days it was going perfect and he'd end up unconscious or shot out of nowhere. Other days, it'd end better, where someone would needlessly and selflessly help him. What a stupid thing to do, help him. Never ended well for anyone.

"It's not that bad, it's a flesh wound," John complained as he finished wriggling his left hand free of the cuffs, openly using it to reach his leg. Like Jack would be that shocked. Pulling up his trouser leg, he inspected the wound with a small frown. All this fuss for a little bullet in the leg. "I was doing fine till he interfered. Now I'm here, in your cell, without a ride out of here and I'm probably not going to make my deadline now so I pretty much got shot for nothing. Sorry but not really feeling much thanks."

With a loud exhale, he tweaked his vortex manipulator, trying to see if it could be overrided. But his pass code only led to a loud beeping then an very obnoxious Katy Perry song.