[Transition to: The Mansion, Early Morning]
It was just past 7:00 AM. Jason watched the expensive BMW M30 accelerate smoothly down the drive, carrying Ethan away to the MIT campus. He turned to Cassandra, who was already meticulously arranging the meeting files Ethan had requested.
"Cassandra," Jason said, running a hand through his short hair. "I need to make a few calls to secure us a proper vehicle. The BMW is... conspicuous, and it's not designed for the kind of problems we tend to attract."
He stood up, pulling out his secure satellite phone, a device designed to avoid any conventional tracing. He dialed a contact he hadn't spoken to in over a year. After two rings, an old, gravelly voice answered.
"Hey, old man, you still alive?" Jason asked, a hint of genuine affection mixed with his usual hard edge.
A loud, booming laugh came through the speaker. "If it isn't Mr. Falcon, the Reaper himself! I thought you were already dead, you crazy bastard!"
