Jason was, by happy coincidence, on his way to one of his more favorite people to deliver to. Not because they got along very well, in fact this particular women was immensely suspicious of him (and as far as Jason could tell, everyone else) so they didn't really have a good relationship. But no one was more fun to try and ambush.<br/><br/>Jason made it out of Spotlight square, and gained as much altitude as he could underneath the cement ceiling of the city. A whole block away, he began to glide, hoping to make the least amount of noise as he approached. Ms. Irons, being a practical women, didn't have a balcony for his apartment that was easy to land on, but Jason was more graceful then your average bear hawk, and as he zeroed in on Ms. Irons' apartment window, he prepared the tricky, silent landing on a space no bigger then your average broom closet. He closed the distance, and at the last second flared his wings and cushioned the impact with careful knee bending.<br/><br/>As far as he could tell, he made no noise, and so with a little careful sneaking, he stood at her 'front' door on her balcony, and with a small moment to savor his cleverness, he hammered the door as loudly, and obnoxiously as possible.<br/><br/>"IRONS!" he bellowed in the most aggressively loud voice he could manage, "A LETTER FOR YOU MISS IRONS!"<br/><br/>He could nearly contain his glee.