Jason scanned the immediate area for passerbies or additional threats but it looked safe enough. The goons had chosen a good spot for their ambush. He was a bit worried about magical surveillance. It bugged him to no end that there could be someone whom he could neither see nor<em>shoot</em>peering over his shoulder at any given moment, but there was nothing he could do about it. 24/7 astral protection services were<em>way</em>above his paygrade. He would have loved to have his own magic-chick on-call, like they always did in the trideos, though.<br/><br/>When he was certain that there was no one watching, he moved in to secure the bodies. He would be exposed to the Beamer’s cameras for a moment, but he had to make sure that the three would stay down while he poked around in their things. If the girl had backup on standby, they would already know that something had happened to her. Almost everyone had a biomonitor for Doc-Wagon services somewhere on – or in – their body anyhow. Unless, of course, the goons had been kind enough to take care of that for him, too. Jason took a moment to will his commlink to look for nearby active mesh networks. Maybe they had brought a jammer or one of them was a hacker himself?<br/>