What Flash said made sense…the driver rarely knew what he was transporting himself. And considering the biological nature of the goods, it wasn’t unthinkable that the thermite served as a safety measure not only to prevent the stuff from falling into the hands of the competition…but also to prevent it from running lose amongst the population. Either way, it was a mystery item of unclear value – not to mention unclear danger – and he couldn’t tell if Interfreight would be interested in it at all. He didn’t want to make contact with his new employer before he had received word from Porter…but he didn’t know how long it would be before the cylinder thawed up. That left him in a bit of a predicament.<br/><br/>There was, of course, the possibility that this was all staged. His being at the club had been more-or-less random, but he might have been tailed or his car could have been outfitted with a tracking device. And just<em>stumbling</em>over an ambush in process, what were the chances of that? Basically zero. In a position as sensitive as his, it was not uncommon to put new hires – turncoats especially – to the test. Was he really loyal to the company or would he sell them out for personal profit? Quite possibly he had some invisible eyes on him<em>right now</em>– digital or maybe astral – dutifully reporting about his skills, methods and loyalties to Mr. Glenn.<br/><br/>He made the girl tell him what little she knew – or was willing to divulge – and then instructed his commlink to make a series of hops through anonymous routers and then requested a secure digital line with someone at Interfreight who could tell him if they were interested in his mystery object. Getting in contact was a risk for his shadowrun in process, but he might be up to something big here. At the very least he was playing the ‘good loyal boy’ for the Interfreight surveillance team that might or might not be watching him this very moment.<br/><br/>“I will get right back to you.” He told the girl as the commlink signaled that he would have a connection soon. He had carried only the single tranq patch and punching her lights out felt awfully rude considering that they were not actually enemies, but only casual ‘acquaintances’. He fished around his pockets for a moment thinking of ways how to keep her silent and non-aware until he found a little<em>beetle</em>that he had taken off some guy he had been roughly ‘interviewing’ last week. His eyes zoomed in on the tiny picture on the chip and it seemed to be some kind of all-girl orgy porn with the emotive track ramped up to eleven. As good as any. Jason shrugged and inserted it in the girl’s datajack. As a hot-shot rigger, she had to have her simsense link unfiltered and ‘hot’. The courier’s body tensed and then went limp as she was yanked into the chip’s all-overpowering sensation world. The girl gave a series of soft sighs and her breathing quickened. Jason nodded. Jep, that would keep her occupied for an hour or two.<br/><br/>Now to explain the situation to his new superiors…<br/>