“That’s really all I can tell you about it project ‘Babylon’. If there is anything more, you will have to find it in the files.” Jason told Andrew Moto, the team leader of the data analysis group. During his time at Gunderson, Jason had learned a few details about some of the company’s covert ops, but not really all that much. Everything was organized on a ‘need to know’ basis and, usually, he didn’t need to know. “No, never even heard of this project. I don’t think our striketeam had anything to do with it.” He said as the man showed him another file. “Hold on a second, I got a call.”<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"No, you can’t cum." Jason silently told Flash over his commlink.<br/><br/>"But…but, you said I could ask for permission!" Flash whined. The call was text and speech only, but the <em>pout</em> was very much palpable.<br/><br/>"And you did." Jason replied. "And I said no."<br/><br/>"But…"<br/><br/>"There is something you need to learn, girl: If you ask me something, it’s not a fucking courtesy call. You ask for <em>permission</em> and 'no' means 'no'. And if I say 'yes', which I don’t see happening anytime soon considering your behavior by the way, then I expect some fucking gratitude, do you understand?"<br/><br/>"But…"<br/><br/>"Do. You. Understand?" Jason repeated, this time with menace in his voice.<br/><br/>"Yes."<br/><br/>"Yes, WHAT?"<br/><br/>"Yes, Sir!"<br/><br/>"Better. Now take a little break to collect yourself and then start over. Take it slow. You can call me again in half an hour."</span><br/><br/>“Sorry about that. You can show me the next file now.” Jason said and turned his attention back to Mr. Moto. “Yes, I know this one, but no details. B-team worked on it about a year back but I was not involved. I think they never cracked the files they brought back.” He went on. They had a lot of questions but Jason didn’t really have all that many answers. He sighed and sipped his soycoffee as Mr. Moto threw the next file into his AR. It looked like the man wouldn’t let him go until he had finished connecting the few dots that he could. “No, never seen it. I’m afraid the data has to speak for itself on that one.” An AR phone object pushed itself into his view. “Sorry, another call. Looks important.” Jason lied.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"What part of 'half an hour' don’t you understand?" </span>Jason silently shouted at Flash.<br/>