Jason pulled the detonator out of the termite and set it aside. What he was after had to be in the cryogenic vial. He looked around some more but unfortunately there wasn’t any kind of ‘package insert’ or the like. He either had to open the thing…or ask the girl. And because he knew squat about biological things, he soon had her sitting up in a chair, with a blindfold over her eyes and a stim patch waking her from her chemically induced sleep.<br/><br/>With a though, Jason kicked in his voice modulator. More expensive models could perfectly mimick another person’s pitch and tone but all he needed right now was a bland, nondescript, off-the shelf voice.<br/><br/>“I have some questions for you, Flash.” He told the girl as she came to. Letting her know that he knew more about her than she knew about him would help to keep her off-balance. “What are you transporting?”<br/><br/>Jason regretted not having his full assortment of gear for this kind of situation. Usually, it helped a lot to have the ‘patient’ fitted out with a simrig to monitor her feelings, but his was a Gunderson issue and was still with the company. Taking it might have caused suspicion, and it wasn’t too expensive to replace but hard to get on short notice.<br/>