"Clever girl", replied Mr. Nice in reaction to her statement regarding the trapped computer. "Now here's the deal. They call me Mr. Nice. You may have heard of me. I have an excellent track record for wet work. I don't normally do bodyguard duties but my employers are paying a lot of money for this job and due to the nature of it, the potential to indulge in my hobby along the way means its quite an attractive proposition to me. So that last job you took was rather sloppy. Good for you that my employers think they can still find a use for you. What we are going to do is find a first class hotel and rent the presidential suite. We're gonna stay there for a while until I get the call giving me the drop off point for you. In the mean time I suspect you'll be getting calls to test your skills to see if you can still be of use to my employers."<br/><br/>He grinned at her, looking her up an down as though she were an item to be bid for in an auction.<br/><br/>"So. When I finally hand you over what happens after that is out of my hands. As far as I can see it's a case of impress them and you'll probably end up holed up in some secret underground base being waited on hand and foot for the rest of your life whilst you hack into computer networks for them. Fail to impress them and.. ...well lets just say depending on how nice you are to me will depend on how painless I make the end for you."