"Put the blame where it's deserved; that was Nicky's idea."

He smirked over his shoulder and checked to make sure Booker was close at his back before starting to move through the building toward the exit. "Here," he murmured softly before pulling out a tracker and handing it to Booker. It was tiny and usually would get punched into someone's skin. Not really an option, now. "Swallow it. I don't want to risk her finding that and tossing it into a sewer."

And that was all he could do before one of the two guards came around the corner, the second on his tail. Joe charged forward and sliced one from neck to navel while taking a slug to the shoulder. The other one was all up to Booker.