“Well rumor has it that your former employer only recently let you touch a car again. That makes me wonder what kind of work you did for that Barracuda guy…” Jason mused and watched the simrig’s feed in his AR.<br/><br/>“But I am not the mob. You got a second shot at life with me, so I might as well give you another shot at being a courier. Prove your worth – and your<em>loyalty</em>– to me, and I will let you drive again. Disappoint me and I will repossess your car and make you work the streets.<br/><br/>I have a meeting with the mob and I left my own car at the junkyard.” Jason said and disconnected her shackles, though he did not remove them. “Here, get dressed!” He said and threw her the dress and heels. “Let’s go get your ride and you can show me what you can do for me.”<br/>