“Yah, they have as little patience with people messing with their stuff…” Jason reached out and softly stroked the girl’s cheek “…as they do with couriers who lose the goods.”<br/><br/>Jason made a strange, hissing sound with his throat as he sealed off his windpipe and switched to internal air. Being able to smell the girl’s fear was a small advantage in the ‘negotiation’…inhaling her sweet, sweet pheromones was not. Even though he had the same equipment as her, he didn’t like to have his emotions played with himself.<br/><br/>“Now there are two options for you: Either you stay silent and I have to find someone to analyze the contents for me … or you just tell me. From the point of view of the mob, you are<em>already</em>a liability, a dead girl. So heaping a little betrayal on top of your failure won't change anything about your situation with your bosses. But if you cooperate I am NOT going to drop you off in front of the Seven Wheels casino* when I drive into the sunset.” Jason said and leaned back. "How does that sound?"<br/><br/><br/>*Known mob-front I just made up.<br/>