Jack sends Hunter the address where he is currently standing. It's not the best part of New York City but he's working. Standing on the side of the street in his work clothes he pulls out a cigarette to smoke while he waits for his ride. There are a lot of people around jeering at him but he's used to the crude language and abuse. It happens all the time. It's how his life has been since he remembers anything. Just the streets and his own wits. The thoughts have him rubbing at the eye patch and his damaged eye before he sighs and wonders what sort of vehicle he's waiting for.