…including Jason’s concealed submachinegun in his case and the taser he carried under his<em>Actioneer</em>armored business jacket. He was still sincerely hoping that things would go smoothly during his first stint as ‘Mr. Johnson’ for Interfreight Miami but it always felt safer to have some serious artillery along for the ride.<br/><br/>It was a bit unusual for the runner team to put out so much advance security – why would anyone want to ambush<em>them</em>before they even knew why they were here? But if they had informed his former employer and planned to take him down, then the girls would be hiding somewhere in back…not strutting their stuff out in the open where he could recognize them so easily.<br/><br/>So he stood at the bar for a moment, letting his PAN link up with the bar’s system to process his reservation for a champagne room. Jackie of all trades should be already in there, entertaining Porter and the rest of the team. He hadn’t heard anything from her after the ‘all okay’ he had gotten before entering the bar, so the coast was clear…or she had switched sides as well.<br/><br/>Jason briefly linked up with the backroom bouncer to let him know that he had paid for a room and the proceeded to the room he had reserved. He took a deep breath and opened the door.<br/>