Flash pouted as he pushed her off him and widened the AR window with Porter’s message. Her needs were left unsatisfied and she was clearly annoyed that the rules he had set for her during lovemaking did not also apply to him. Her protests fell on deaf ears, though.<br/><br/>“This is important business, Flash.” Jason told her and not-so-gently tried to get her off of him. She fought him a little but her hands were still bound and he quickly had her wrestled beneath him. “I will make it up to you.” He promised, but she bucked and cursed under him, still trying to get her moist crotch filled before he took care of business. Finally, Jason managed to hold her down and force the gag into her protesting mouth. The hiss as it expanded quickly stifled her complaints. “I will make it up to you.” He repeated. “As you will make up to me, for resisting me.” He added and turned her around, landing a quick, painful smack on her upturned behind as a promise for more to come, later.<br/><br/>With Flash subdued for the moment, Jason reread the text. All seemed in order. Porter had used the agreed upon message if the coast was clear. So either the run had gone really well…or he had been turned around by Gunderson and decided to deliver them the traitor. But that was always the risk when hiring Shadowrunners.<br/><br/>They wouldn't have to exchange many words, so Jason chose a public location as the meeting place to exchange the goods, somewhere where even Gunderson would have qualms about shooting: the Tamasonia Mall. It was your usual multi-corporate mall with little boutiques and shops in the upper four levels and a superstore taking up an entire level below ground. It was a decent meeting place. Maybe not as private as Porter would have liked but there was some privacy to be had in the anonymity of a crowd. There were lots of exits, too, and the level of security present on the grounds was meant to stop shoplifters from leaving – or, at the most, stop a mall-riot in progress. Either way, they were not staffed or equipped to prevent a small number of highly trained operatives from escaping, in case things went sour.<br/><br/>He let Porter know the time (OOC:soon), and the general location. But the instructions in which specific shop they would meet were to be delivered only five minutes before the agreed on time. If Gunderson had gotten wind of the operation, Jason didn’t want to give them time to stake out at just one boutique and replace every salesman with their people – something that was a lot harder to do for the whole mall, even with their resources.<br/><br/>When he was ready, he dragged Flash from the bed. “I have a meeting with one of my freelancers.” He told her. “Do you want to be good? Or do you want to make the trouble you are in…” He smacked her rear again “…even worse?”<br/>