<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Do you have any preferences, Sir?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“How about something to wear, something to tease you with and something to torture you with.” Jason replied. “You can model it for me when you come over to my place. I expect you on my doorstep at one. Dinner will be on me.” He said and opened the bag of doggie treats. “Here is a little something to tide you over until then.” He added and she stared at the brownish, bone-shaped treat in disbelief.<br/><br/>“What?” He asked. “It’s the same soy-shit we all eat. Or did you think that pets still get real meat these days?” He explained. Technically, it was true. ‘100% soy’ was printed in very small letters on the side of the package, which made it exactly the same stuff as any burger, steak or anything else most people could afford. Just flavored for dogs, which kinda made it disgusting. Not to mention degrading.<br/><br/><br/>Thanks to his sleep-phase augments, they had started the day before dawn and if everything went well, he could bug Daria’s boat before lunch and her villa afterwards. Or maybe pay her friend a visit to get the code for their private communication. There was still a third PA-candidate, but as it stood, Daria was the one who intrigued him the most so he would stay on her case until he found out something definitive.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I can arrange a contact, yeah, if you drop me a comm adress you'll be contacted through the net. One doesn't meet them in the flesh."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“Alright, that sounds reasonable. The goods are digital, after all. Here is an address you can give them and something for your troubles.” Jason replied and shot the vendor a golden ARO along with the address. “You don’t happen to have some Leäel on sale?” He added. This popular date-rape drug – a down market cloned knockoff of the Tir-Taingir black ops Leäs drug – erased the last hour or so of the victim’s memories and could come in quite handy if he wanted to pry the code from Caroline Walkers without her alerting her friends afterwards.<br/><br/><br/>Jason still had time before lunch, so he got himself a pair of white shorts, a polo shirt and a matching pair of cloth sailing shoes, all from a rather expensive outfitter who still used real cotton. Equipped like that, he wandered into the marina as if he belonged there. He walked up to a kiosk that sold refreshments and back, which gave him the opportunity to inconspicuously check out the security on Daria’s boat before waiting for an unobserved moment to get on board.<br/>