"Okay, okay, wait," Jack said, holding up his hand. So maybe John had gotten better at the temptation spiel. There were some gaping holes in the story, which just made Jack shake his head.

"You fucking lunatic," he drawled. "You're really trying to run a Butterfly Effect con on me? On me? You've got to be joking. And with a story like that, you can't possibly think I'd bring them along on that sort of a mission. If even half of it is true, you're screwed. I'm assuming they know you're face, since you're...you. You do subtle like a bomb, you always have. No. The answer is no."

With that, Jack pushed his chair back and stood up, gesturing to the door.

"We're leaving. Find another mark, captain," he sneered, then looked at Joe. "We can get food anywhere, Joe. Let's go."