So one bodyguard, possibly two, if you counted the girlfriend with the augments. Though it might just as well be a regular college girl playing softball in the augmented varsity league. Whatever augments she had, she was probably outclassed by the crazy Texan gunslinger girl. To fire a gun like that with any kind of precision, her biceps must have been as fake as her boobs.<br/><br/>Jason had to tread a bit more careful around Daria Jones than he had with Francesca Iori: If they could afford a bodyguard for their daughter, then her parents were probably even more influential in the company than he had thought. So far, he had clocked them as middle management, but maybe they were on the verge to something better. Messing with the girl could mean trouble.<br/><br/>Of course, it also meant that he could just lean back and hire her. If mom and dad were big with the company and had a vigilant eye on their daughter, then her loyalty to Interfreight was almost assured. But Jason was not the kind of person to lean back. It itched him to know more about that brilliant but distracted blonde. Unless her parents had cooked up her aptitude tests and diplomas – which<em>was</em>a very real possibility – then young Miss Jones couldn’t be entirely satisfied with the entertainment that was on offer here.<br/><br/>Of course her young body had needs – needs that one of the many male hanger-ons around her hoped to satisfy later tonight – but there had to be something more to keep her mind interested. As<em>fun</em>as it was to rub the itch, like he had done so often in the past two days with Flash, for extraordinary people like him, her or young Daria, there had to be something more. For Flash, it was the need for speed. For him, it was the thrill of the hunt: stalking dangerous prey, the titillation of a battle of wits, the exhilaration of a gunfight when things went sour and the howling triumph of victory when he walked away with the goods and left the opposition in the dust…again. If she indeed was as brilliant as her resume claimed, Daria had to have an extraordinary passion of her own. Maybe probing corporate network security just for the fun of it...or exploring the boundaries of consciousness tripped up on beetles.<br/><br/>When she had danced enough, Daria Jones and her closest friends retired to a more secluded couch. Jason allowed the bodyguard to go first, before he got up from the bar himself.<em>‘Flash, stay!’</em>he mentally ordered his driver and made his way through the crowd. Having the rigger around was easy on the eyes and it certainly boosted his self-confidence to be seen in public with such a sexy woman on his arm. But for some jobs, it was best not to be seen at all.<br/><br/>“Now, Daria Jones, what is your poison?” Jason thought as he stood as close as he thought was possible without appearing to be prying while his maxed out eyes and ears tried to pick up on what the girls were up to now that they were out of the public.<br/>