<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Whatever protest was on Flash' lips died immediately and she lowered her head. "No, Sir." She said, meekly. Cowed.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“That’s the spirit!” Jason praised the driver and caressed her head like you would a pet. The sudden change in attitude was surprising, but he liked her tone of voice and that she called him ‘Sir’. It warranted a reward. “Want some entertainment while you wait?” He asked and reached into his pocket to present her with a handful of chips. Mostly stuff he enjoyed, action flicks with big orc warriors and spell-slinging mage-chicas. Also some professional training sims as well as a little porn, including the new chips he had bought just the other day. “Pick one!” He allowed and hooked her up before opening the door. He looked around left and right before slipping out to make sure that no one saw Flash tied up in his car. The windows were set to ‘mirror surface’, though, and no one would see her once he was out.<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The coffin motel's lobby was clean by their standards, and Emilio was there, freshly showered but still wearing his old clothes, near the vending machine, snacking on a powerbar. His cousin was not around, maybe still in the shower. The mobster nodded at Jason.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Jason looked around the room before approaching Emilio. No ambush. None that he could spot even with his augmented senses, at least. It was unlikely that he would doublecross him, though. They had agreed to a deal and the mob had a reputation to maintain. Besides, he hadn’t asked for much in exchange for the suitcase and the two mobsters. Flash was a good driver – and a good lay – but that was it. She wasn’t part of the family or anything.<br/><br/>He walked over to Emilio and operated the vending machine without giving the mobster a look, setting down the suitcase besides him. “Handle with care!” he whispered as he bent down to pick up the powerbar he had bought from the tray. When he turned to leave, the suitcase still stood next to Emilio.<br/>