Jason got up and checked his messages – no news from Porter – and then took a pee. He was still dirty, not to mention a little sore, from last nights ‘activities’ with Flash and there was a lot of stuff on his agenda. He checked the batteries of the jammer he had kept on through the night to keep Flash from reaching out to anyone. Still half a charge or so, but that meant he only had till early afternoon at the latest to fetch the goons he kept in some stranger’s trunk. If the jammer he had placed with them ran out, they would call for backup. Also, the car was probably reported stolen by now. The local law was not very interested solving small cases like a stolen car, but sometimes they got lucky, too.<br/><br/>“Should have gotten a headware jammer. The batteries last much longer.” Jason mused as he looked as his prisoner. Flash was kinda pleasant to have around – easy on the eye and everything – but he would have to ‘interview’ the goons who had tried to take her out next. He knew next to nothing about the mystery cryo vessel that had found itself in his possession and every bit of intel would help.<br/><br/>The sound of his voice made Flash stir and it looked like she was slowly waking up. It took her a moment to realize that she was blindfolded, bound and gagged – not to mention<em>jammed</em>, which for many people was a worse deprivation than all of the above – but then she started struggling against her bonds.<br/><br/>Jason put a headware jammer and a cryovessel identical to the one he had found in the box along with some liquid nitrogen to cool it on his digital shopping list and checked if the simrig he had ordered was ready for pickup while Flash exhausted her anger and fear on her bondage. When it looked like she had calmed down a little, Jason reached out to let her know that he wanted her attention. She rolled away, trying to avoid his touch but he was insistent.<br/><br/>“Enough sulking!” He scolded and shook her. “We are going to take a shower. You smell.” He informed her and hoisted her to her still-bound feet. He still hadn’t removed the inflatable ball gag, but she would certainly find a way to let him know if she would behave or not.<br/>