Lucky was right, especially when Mordecai rounded a corner and glimpsed Jack striding on past through an intersection down the hallway.

"Shit, that was him," he muttered, and drew the Widow Maker. He'd prefer to make this as quick as possible. He wasn't one to feel the need to draw out his revenge, he just wanted Jack dead. He sped his pace a little so they wouldn't lose the guy around another turn - hopefully, anyway. Who knew how the hallways had oriented themselves this jump.