“I find myself in the fortunate situation that there are two of you.” Jason opened the ‘negotiation’. “It means that you are<em>expendable</em>. If you don’t want to answer my questions, I can always shoot you to prove that I mean business and then ask your friend over there.” He pointed at the other goon who was slumped in his chair, lost to the world, as Jason’s modified porn simsense robbed him of his senses and motor control.<br/><br/>“Now I find myself in possession of a mysterious briefcase. You wouldn’t happen to know what’s inside, would you? Or just a little hint maybe? Like who hired you? And don’t make me waste my time with lies or stalling. As I told you, I have…” Jason pointed at the other goon with his gun “…alternative sources of information who might be more cooperative.”<br/>