5:56:22 AM

Jason watched as Marcos and Guillermo held his father down on the shifty operating table. Craig applied stitches and covered the wound with Neosporin as Victor studied his own dressing quizzically in the the background.

Jason accessed his innermost thoughts. What Would Jack Bauer Do?: Vol. 5 But the sight of his father wounded and struggling on the table was enough to remind Jason he was no Jack Bauer – and neither was his father.

Jason couldn’t help but cry when they dropped his dad to the ground. Then he held onto him for dear life.

“Well,” Craig said. “I guess my work here is done. I’ll be on my way. The Mastermind will send you further instructions.”

Marcos fumed. He had hoped Craig would have to stay longer. There were so many questions he might have been able to answer. Who’s the Mastermind? Why Reeves?

Back to square one.

“Just one sec,” Guillermo said, slowly realizing the words coming out of his mouth were meaningful. “How do you know we call our boss ‘The Mastermind?’”