“I suppose it’s time for me to talk to your cousin, then.” Jason said and took the chip off.<br/><br/>“I find myself at an impasse and rather confused.” He admitted to the mobster. “When I selflessly stepped in to save a damsel in distress, I thought that I would find something valuable to reimburse me for my efforts. Instead, there was a huge thermite charge in the case, rigged to blow if it was separated from the courier and big enough to reduce everyone in the vicinity – including her – to ashes. Your cousin was already helpful in shedding some light, but I think you are the smarter one. The one who can tell me what’s going on.<br/><br/>Now I know that you guys have that omerta thing going on. No talking to the cops and shit. But I am not a cop. That means you can talk to me. It also means that if you don’t talk to me, I’m not going to put you in prison; I’m going to put you in the car crusher over there.<br/><br/>So tell me: what the fuck is going on inside the mob, and what would your faction pay for the information, the suitcase and the safe return of you two clowns.”<br/>