Jerry left a few bandages for Jacqueline on the table before moving out, pulling on a black army jacket before swinging his bag on his shoulder. She didn't look like she needed them, but he still felt that having a few plasters around would be pretty handy. Walking out of the bar, Jerry quietly made his way to the nearest convenience store, planning to get an icecream before starting work.
As he walked, Jerry brought out his phone, checking the messages on the chat for the first time since the meeting. Nathan was out. Kit offered a ride to whoever needed it, Lucas was taking point on the technical side of things - on the client, at least. Tyler was covering for the target. And Derek had a plan, plus regrouping to work together for a more effective solution.
Meeting place was at HQ. He'd head there after getting some food.
Frowning a little, Jerry pushed the door open as he entered the store, wind from the airconditioner swooshing his bangs back a little. There were few people inside apart from the clerk, a young woman who looked as if she wanted to be anywhere else. Taking his time to browse the icecream section, Jerry gathered his thoughts in order, idly picking out a small tub of vanilla icecream before looking at a magnum bar.
How can I help for this operation?
... It doesn't feel right going after the target without information. Jerry didn't like the idea of heading in blindly. It could lead to a few bad situations, especially in a fight, or harassment. Painting the guy's house black and trashing his laptop only worked if the guy liked black and needed a new laptop. And he didn't like fighting anyway.
Maybe he could scope out the place... Do I even know where the place is? What if I get caught and tip the target off? And I'm not equipped for it. Hmm, soda popsicle seems good...
Right, that decided it. After some thinking, Jerry grabbed a small cup of icecream and a bag of marshmallows and headed to the counter, joining the line. It sped by relatively fast, and soon enough it was his turn to pay. Stepping out of the store, Jerry ripped open the soda popsicle and stuffed it into his mouth, pulling out his phone to text on the chat.
To: Black Cat Group
Heading to HQ. Be there before 10, hopefully. I'll be looking up info on Mr Target too - splitting the load with Tyler, I guess.
Thank God he'd been trying to modify a game earlier in the day. Without that, Jerry wouldn't have had his laptop with him inside his bag, along with some gear. The rest could be found at headquarters, and he was heading there anyway to hear Derek's plan. No need for a pitstop at the apartment, for now at least. Chomping on the icecream and relishing the cold taste in his mouth, Jerry sent another text message to the group, almost as an afterthought.
To: Black Cat Group.
I've got food. Anyone allergic to marshmallows?
2200
Jerry opened the door just in time to hear Nathan's question in both his earbud and ears, swallowing the remnants of the popsicle as he did so.
"Position - Currently at HQ." He announced, shutting the door behind him as he entered. He gave a wave at Nathan, face and voice deadpan. "Sup, Leader. Brought something in case you were hungry."
With a droll face and fake reverence, Jerry carefully placed the cup of icecream and the bag of marshmallows he was carrying onto the table beside Nathan as if he were offering tribute to a God, giving a slight bow as he did so that was more in jest than out of anything else. "Accept my humble offering, o mighty leader," Jerry intoned. The complete lack of inflection in his voice made it near impossible to tell whether he was being serious or joking, although anyone who knew him would know that he wasn't being serious at all.
What? It wasn't as if he did this every single time (only when the mood stroke him), but hey, it was funny - to Jerry, at least.
Without checking Nathan's reaction Jerry headed towards a small cardboard box. Pulling out a couple of thumbdrives from it, he slipped them inside his pants pocket before taking a seat opposite Nathan, pulling out his laptop and switching it on. Taking a seat as he waited for a few necessary programs to boot up, Jerry unceremoniously ripped open the bag of marshmallows and popped one in his mouth, enjoying the sweet taste.
He took a second one but hesitated, holding it between his fingers instead. "Should I head elsewhere?" he asked Nathan quietly. He had headed to HQ to hear Derek's plan, but he wasn't here right now. If need be, he could head over to Tyler or Lucas to form an impromptu hacker circle or observe the target from afar, while trying to find information online.