“Alright.” Jason said. “Hook me up.” He was delving a bit deeper into Miami’s famous redlight underground than he was comfortable with, but he didn’t have time for a ‘cleaner’ solution to his problems. And asking around too much looking for gear was just an unnecessary risk, given his situation.<br/><br/>What he wanted was something harmless with a very long run time – but with the off switch removed - to keep his 'guests' entertained and quiet. And maybe something stronger, similar to the chip he had used on Flash. Tales of stuff that made girls do<em>anything</em>usually came from snake-oil vendors, but the digital mindfuck might help a little in interrogating the prisoners.<br/>