Thank goodness that they were able to get Codename Chickenscratch out of that Federal Penitentiary, for it would not be long before he would have been flayed and bathed in salt. You were told via an anonymous letter to wait at the Lombardy Roadside grill, dressed in formalwear while enjoying a brisket sandwich from the establishment. The aroma of hickory-smoked meat hangs thick in the air, mingling with the scent of gasoline from the adjacent highway. The plastic booth sticks slightly to your dress pants as you finish the last bites of your meal.

Right as you complete your sandwich, a white 2010 Rolls Royce Phantom glides into the parking lot. The rear right window lowers to reveal the striking gaze of the Echelon agent tasked with your extraction. Though unassuming in appearance, your expertise has proven invaluable in dismantling dangerous organizations – making you a high-value target for numerous enemies seeking revenge. The afternoon sun glints off the vehicle's polished surface, creating brief flashes of light against the rural backdrop.

"Ah, you must be the one I've been sent to retrieve," she purrs with a hint of amusement. "Glad you made it out in one piece... Please, come inside so that we can get started."

She flutters her lashes before sliding across to the opposite seat as you enter the vehicle. The interior smells of expensive leather and subtle perfume that somehow manages to be both bold and understated. From your new position, you can see her signal to the buxom chauffeur named Layla, who immediately pulls away from the grill. The journey to the safehouse will take over two hours along Route 59, which cuts through seemingly endless prairies that stretch to the horizon in all directions.