“Much less of a risk if you have passcodes for the outer system and doors. Not to mention the deployment plan of the security detail.” Jason said and put a tiny datachip on the table. With digital goods as sensitive as these, he didn’t want to risk a wireless transfer. Encrypted or not, you never knew who else had their comlinks set to ‘receive’. As Porter studied the quality of the edge he had given him for the upcoming run, Jason wiped a little sweat from his brow with a handkerchief and threw it in the ash tray that sat in the middle of the table. It looked like the runners were going to bite. All that remained was haggling about the price…and  he wanted to make sure that his prospective business partners got the maximum exposure to his tailored pheromones. Of all the high-tech that adorned his body, they were probably his favorite: a primo door-opener, deal-closer and panty-peeler all rolled in one.