The men said nothing. They weren't going to carry out conversations with him. They were too well trained, too much of a unit. The sarcasm and tone was ignored. He clearly had no idea why there were here, and they were all okay with that.
"Don't hit the morpher. Don't know if tech could fix it." that, once again, came from the squad leader. It seemed to be some sort of signal to the rest of them.
All men with dart guns raised their weapons and fired at lightening speed. Those packing electricity like guns had their weapons raised, but held fire, those with bullets still held off. At least three darts were fired at Jack. Too much of the stuff wouldn't kill him, just knock him out longer. The doctor would have to wait to be amused.