Jones smiled as he watched the camera feeds. He saw Erickson enter from the club, make his way to his own door and incapacitate one of his guards with a mere touch. He was impressed, that Erickson could do that so easily, but also that he would willingly enter his club. From what Jones had heard, he hated public places. 

But that was no longer of any consequence. He was here now, and he wanted a chat. And what's worse, he dragged SOLDIER here along with him. He had ni choice, he had to get Erickson out of his club, and the only way to do that was through the underground sewers beneath the club. 

He buzzed the door open and it swung inwards to reveal Erickson standing right in front of him. "Ah, Mister Erickson. It is an absolute pleasure to meet you finally. I have heard quite a lot about you, but unfortunately we don't have much time to talk. You brought the Feds down on me, and they are waiting to storm the club as I speak." Jones signalled to one of his men. "This man will get you out through my personal exit. Follow him and do what he says. When SOLDIER has left, I will come and retrieve you." 

There was a creaking, then a trapdoor opened up by the feet of his assistant and the man went on ahead. "Good luck Mister Erickson, if all goes well we shall have time to talk in length soon."