"Course I'll bloody help, I'm just warning that odds are, I can't help. And that's cause no one gave me any bloody warning. Next time you consider throwing these men you care so much about into this kind of shit, let me know first. Then I an tell you how fucked you'll be," Gene pointed out, not needing to be talked down to like he didn't get the stakes. Of course he did.

The big difference was that he wouldn't send his men into this mess. He'd go in himself. Because his team mates mattered to him, they were disposable. Not like they seemed to be to Jack.

"I'm all up for going," Peter added as well, his eyes clearly gazing at something behind the gates. And, without prompting, he started to move towards it with an amused smile. "They discounted the candy floss."

Owen just had to stare. Then sigh loudly. "We need more reliable staff."