There's an alarm bell or two going off in his head at the suggestion. Sure, Jack, he'll just follow you into a room with a few hundred pounds of raging metal walking around in it. No pain, no gain, right?

But then again, it's not like this is the first time he's trusted Jack with his life. And Jack hasn't yet let him down. Which is considerably more than he can say about himself.

Either way, Jack has got to be out of his damn mind, jumping straight in front of a security camera like that. Sinclair hides around a corner, out of sight, as he would have done with or without Jack's advice. And right on cue, two security bots meander into the room, beeping and buzzing furiously as they get set to fire.

Sinclair holds his breath. This is probably madness.