Jack took his own suit, raising an eyebrow at it. Man, this thing looked very tight, and uncomfortable for the urban fighter. He always adored somewhat baggy clothes, allowed more room to move, and hide stuff. With a shrug, he stripped down right there in the armory, surrounded by weapons and explosives. This was his home. This was his life. This, and the Nomad. Never could he imagine himself as a family man, tied down to a single spot, the daily duties of average life bearing down on his shoulders. He shrugged, pulling up the suit the rest of the way. Almost instantly, he felt his muscles tense, and a grin spread across his face. "Oh, this feels good." Experimentally, he moved around, finding that the tightness didn't hamper movement, and showed off his somewhat muscular form quite nicely. "I'll have to thank the men and women Dragon seems to have designing this stuff for him, if I ever meet the bastard."<br/><br/>When all was said and done, Jack picked up his discarded clothes, walking out of the room. He jogged up the stairs, knocking lightly on the girls' door. "Ladies, when you're done in there, I'll be waiting by the cargo doors. We'll be jumping with those pressurized suits. Hurry up will ya? The longer we wait, the longer this thing has to go into production." He jogged back down the stairs, grabbing his rifle, his pistol, and some C4 before making his way to the back of the plane. When everyone was ready, he grinned widely, pulling the pressurized airsuit over the kameleon suit. "Alright ladies, let's go." The cargo bay door opened outwards, slowly. A light next to them blinked a red color, indicating they were about ready to jump. "We'll need to stay together. If we get seperrated midair, we can use a beacon inside the K-Suit to find each other." He shrugged, looking out of the opening. "The SOP system helps too, but....." The light turned green, and Jack looked over his shoulder, smiling. "Come on, jump!" With that said, he launched himself out, disappearing as the air flow took him.