Jackson chuckled at the prisoner’s bravado. Everyone had their part to play, he supposed. When he made his comments toward Jasmine, he only held up his hand to try and keep her from responding. “I appreciate the offer Dante, but I doubt we have the time. See, we’re moving you, but how long is that going to last you? I know what you did in the cage, but how long until he gets to you? How many people you gonna have to go through, knowing you won’t be able to get to the guy who’s sending them like I can?”<br/><br/>“In case you’re having a hard time doing the math back there, I’ll lay it out real simple. You talk. You talk enough to give Iceman more problems than lil ole you. I knock on every door he’s ever called home, and you’ll be an afterthought. And finally, after he’s used up every girlfriend and family member who won’t rat him out the substantial reward that would be on his head, he’ll have nothing to do but make a mistake. We’re going to choke him Dante…we’re going to choke him nice and slow, and it’ll start with you. To make things even sweeter, if you do give us something useful, you won’t even have to turn State’s Evidence. Just one more anonymous tip. It’s a win-win.”<br/><br/>He missed the mutter under Dante’s breath, but figured it was him trying to make a decision. He’d put his ass on the line to align the stars just right to take down Iceman, and he needed the asshole in the backseat to play ball. He had a few cards left to play, but thought he’d at least appeal to his more basic need to keep from having to look over his shoulder more often than usual. He’d let him stew on what he had to say. It was a long car ride, made longer by the shitty traffic, and he’d give him every bit of it to think over his affairs…with a little polite prodding, of course.<br/>