Jason couldn't help but scowl in annoyance as he knocked heavily on the tight metal door. A slide opened up near the top, and red, blurry red eyes stared out - more specifically, at the white, taped package in the hooded, young man's hand. [i]"Is that the shit?"[/i] A raspy, mousy voice came from the steel door. Once more, Jason scowled, although he spoke up, his smoky, yet young voice holding a tint of annoyance. [b]"It is. Pay up."[/b] After a brief pause, a wad of twenties and hundreds came sliding through the panel, and Jason shoved the package through before pocketing the money and blatantly about-facing. As he passed a camera, he casually took a piece of heavy duct-tape from the lens, his form already gone when the sensors began to pick up again. As he began walking away from the seedy apartment, Jason allowed his scowl to fall away, replaced by a small smirk. He fingered the heavy bills in his pocket, casually dodging away from a speeding cyclist. [b]"All in a day's work."[/b] Delivering suspicious packages..well, it wasn't the best jobs, but it sure did pay well.