“Now that’s interesting…” Jason mused. On the one hand, an auction was certain to be noticed quickly by Gunderson matrix spiders looking for keywords related to the recent theft and that put Porter and his team at risk. On the other hand, being noticed was part of the plan. Still, the danger of being discovered was rather high and if they were captured, one of them<em>would</em>break under interrogation. Liam was already a liability and Jason also doubted the girl’s loyalty once they were captured and separated from Porter.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">“Good girl!”</span>He praised Flash. It was no surprise that Flash was frequenting the channels where the sale of a prototype drone would be announced. Still, Jason hadn’t considered the possibility of letting her monitor them specifically. That was probably why professional code of conduct forbade personal relationships in security teams; once you had shared a bed, it was hard to see more than a lover. Or, in Flash’s case, a<em>fucktoy</em>.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">“Keep yourself ‘warm’ for me. There is a nice <em>big</em> reward coming your way.”</span>With a wave of his mind, Jason dismissed the AR-phone and let his senses return to the here and now.<br/><br/>“I am afraid you will have to excuse me, Mr. Moto. There is a possible issue with the integrity of the team of operatives that I used to obtain the data you are currently analyzing. I’m afraid I can’t really help you all that much in making sense of it anyhow, and I think keeping the secret for a few more days is more important than what little I can contribute here.” He turned to the room.<br/><br/>“Mr. Glenn would like to see actionable intelligence, and I think it would look nice on all our performance sheets – not to mention monthly bonuses – if we could present him something before the competition even knows that we raided them. Work hard and good luck everyone!” He excused himself.<br/><br/>As he left, Jason could feel the longing eyes of many a young analyst on his back. Even though they did the main work, he was the ‘flashy’ part of corporate intelligence, as close to a Shadowrunner as they would ever meet. A veritable James Bond.<br/><br/>He picked up his armored jacket, gun and taser at the security checkpoint and headed for the car. He probably still had a little time before the auction, but he might have to rest and prepare. Not to mention<em>reward</em>.<br/><br/>“So, how long before the auction finishes? Any interested parties yet?” Jason asked Flash as he got back into the car. He was all-professional – for now. As he always told her: work first, fun later. If Gunderson intended to crack down on Porter, they would probably enter the race late – but with a very high bid. To meet the seller, they would have to give the winning bid, after all.<br/>