Parole

It's raining the day the army lets Ethan out, "under supervision". He snorts when he sees who that is, but gets in the car.

Windshield wipers fight a losing battle.

"So, Ripper... what's the plan? Don't suppose you could just drop me off at the airport?"

"You know I can't do that." No rage there anymore, just cold. "We're going to Cleveland. Council Headquarters."

"Have better dungeons there, do you?"

Giles ignores the question, and all others for the remainder of the drive. The rain pounds down. Ethan raises an eyebrow as Giles pushes the car over the speed limit.