<em>”Flash, get your sweet ass in gear, Porter is moving.”</em>Jason mentally texted his driver as he swung into the Interfreight corporate residential gated community he now called his home.<em>”Pick me up at my place and hurry!”</em>He added. Time had really flown by. He had taken a bit longer for the Marina job than he had expected.<br/><br/>He quickly dropped off his shopping in the kitchen, picked up his suitcase with the concealed submachinegun, checked all his guns and gear and then hurried back out. On the doorstep, he stopped and turned around. He rummaged through the shopping bags and took some convenience food for Flash; his girl would be famished.<br/><br/>He was standing by the road with his suitcase in hand when Flash’s BMW pulled over and he quickly jumped in. He polled the tracking beacon again to give Flash a bearing and they were off.<br/><br/>“When we have them, drive past them once so I can do an eyeball inspection. Then change color and follow mostly out of sight. As long as we have the beacon on Sakura’s car, we can’t lose her.” Jason instructed Flash and ripped open a bag of soy bagels to hand-feed her on the way.<br/>