<div class="floatleft">(https://iammanchic.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/jeff4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Albany, NY | August 9, 2017 | Evening<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Colette<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Being surprised.<br/><hr/>Well at least she was excited about this little adventure of hers. Jason was less so. “First time to New York huh?” He said with the lightest chuckle, “Remind me to show you around when we're done here, Colette.”<br/><br/>Jason watched from a slight distance when she went to the table and explained the anti-tamper and attempted to assure him that it wasn't trouble. He didn't really buy it, until she mentioned thumb prints. He raised a heavy brow and gazed at the case as it was turned around for him. While it was possible that it was one of the cartels, someone from his past, he was pretty confident that they didn't have his thumb print so that made it pretty unlikely. Slowly he approached the table and crouched down so he was eye level with it, “Well if I'm a spy, it's news to me. I really have no idea who sent this.”<br/><br/>He reached up and scratched at the scruff on his face. He really wanted to shift, he was confident that if this thing was going to blow up that it wouldn't harm him like that. What he didn't want to do though was give that little bit away to this – for all intents and purposes – stranger in his garage. And it didn't seem like she was going to let it go and give him some privacy. “What the hell,” He sighed and reached out with his right hand and stuck his thumb to the little pad. “If we blow up,” He started, giving her a quick side glance, “I'm not going to pay for the dinner we're going to have while you explain how this all happened to you.”