“Alright, drop me off a few blocks out and I will go have a look.” Jason told Flash.<br/><br/>Of course Porter knew his face, but it was far from remarkable and Jason had little trouble blending in in this kind of neighborhood. So he walked towards the van and the bar, keeping his eyes open for any signs of the runners. He was wearing his shades – no problem at night with light amplification – so that the passerbies were not worried by the fact that he had taken out one of his<em>eyes</em>and carried it in his left hand. As he came up on the van from behind, he let the eyedrone drop and it rolled under the van by itself.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">“How does the undercarriage look?”</span>Jason asked Flash over the commlink. She was receiving the feed from his detached eye.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">“Any upgrades down there? Do you think that could be Sakura’s car?”</span>Most people didn’t bother camouflaging work they had done to the underside of their ride.<br/><br/>When he reached the front of the van, Jason fumbled with his fiber optic interface cable and ‘accidentally’ dropped it. When he squatted down to pick it up again, his eye rolled under him so that he could pick it up.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">“Flash?”</span>he asked. He had a small tracking bug ready in his hand. If Flash gave the word, he would attach it to the underside of the bumper.<br/>