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Whoa. Close one. But, alas,
my friend, not close enough.

Ha-ha-ha! Ouch.

Sorry, buddy.

Ah. You wanna go again?

- Oh, yeah.
- Okay. It's your funeral.

- Ah, by the way,
- Yeah?

I'm hitting the club tonight.
You want in?

For once?

I don't know.

- Come on. I'm celebrating.
- Celebrating what?

You know I can't talk about it.

Oh, yeah. Why not?

Confidentiality agreements.

Well, if I told you, then I would have
to kill you, which I just did!

Oh, man.

Someone's shooting at me!

That's why it's called
a first-person shooter.

No, this is not a game.
Please call the police.

What?

Ira? Hello?

Erase. Erase.

Hello?

Hello?

Ira, what's going on?

Ira?

Come on, is this a joke?

Hey, Ira, are you okay?

Ira?

It's 8:00 in the morning.
You know where your partner is?

I could ask you the same thing.

Well, not really,

because, technically, it's not 8:00
in the morning in Afghanistan.

It's 8:30 p.m.

So turns out,
I know where my partner is

in both space and time.

Deeks, G is fine.

In fact,
I'd wager to say he's more than fine.

What does that mean? Wait.

Does that mean
what I think it means?

G had a date with Joelle last night.

Now he's late for work this morning.

You get the picture.

Oh, I get the picture.

Downloading now.

Delete. Delete.

Save.

Clear history.

You know, I hate to say I was right,
but I was right.

What? I thought it was Michelle
that set them up.

- Where'd you hear that?
- Ahem.

- Nell.
- Nell?

What does Nell know about it?

Nell knows everything
about everything mostly.

Look,
Michelle submitted an endorsement.

Anyone can endorse something,
but it takes a cunning strategist

to put the pieces into play.

Oh, you mean Hetty? Again,
this is all just coming from Nell.

Heh. Okay, I admit, Hetty had a part.

But it was a small part.

- Miniscule.
- Small, Mr. Hanna?

You ought to know by now
that I do nothing small.

Ha. I haven't seen Mr. Callen yet
this morning. Is he all right?

Yeah, he's fine.

- He's more than fine.
- Hm.

He had a bit of car trouble
this morning.

He'll, uh, be in later.

We got a case?

Yes, yes.
Miss Jones will brief you up in Ops.

Not you, however.

You're needed elsewhere,
Mr. Deeks.

Okay.

The last time you said that, somebody
ended up in a different time zone.

Sir?

Over here.

Got a sat phone.

Don't touch it.

- Keep searching this area.
- Yes, sir.

Booker, we found Blye's phone.

Looks like she ditched it purposely,

maybe to let us know
where she was heading.

Has anybody seen or heard

- from Sabatino?
- No.

- Well, keep looking, this sector.
- You got it.

- Jack! Jack, it's Kensi. I'm here!
- What?

No!

Jack?

Jack!

Last night, a downtown loft
belonging to one Ira Wells

was shot up by a sniper.

Nell, where's Eric?

L.A.P.D. found blood but no body.

Okay. Where did Hetty send Deeks?

Mr. Wells is a hacker for hire.

- He specializes in...
- Earth to Nell.

Where is everyone?

Hetty sent Deeks to retrieve Eric.

He's a witness in this case.

- A witness how?
- Ira and Eric are college friends.

They were chatting in an online game
last night when the attack occurred.

- And how does this concern NCIS?
- Well, as I was saying,

Ira is a hacker for hire.

He specializes in finding zero days.

You know, um,
code flaws in computer systems.

So you think he was targeted
for something he was working on?

Ira works a ton for the DOD.

This could be a matter
of national security.

Which is why we have
to find Ira ASAP.

All right, G's pulling in. I'm gonna
brief him on the way to the loft,

then I wanna talk to our witness.

Hi. Hi. Excuse me. Um...

Beale, your lawyer's here.

- Oh, thank God.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Oh, no. Wait, wait, wait. Sorry.

This is, uh... That's just too good.

- Wait.
- Smile.

- No. No.
- Wait. Ha-ha-ha.

Let's go.

So, uh, help me wrap my head
around this.

You showed up to a crime scene,
alone, with no ID,

wearing polar bear pajamas.

Look, I don't know what happened.
Ira and I were playing this game,

and suddenly I hear all this banging
and crashing.

I'm like, "He's pranking me."
Then I'm like, "That sounds too real."

I go to his place. Cops everywhere.

- I'm trying to tell them what I heard.
- Right.

This detective sets his coffee down

right on top
of Ira's Cisco 5500-X Firewall,

which is like using a Rembrandt
as a coaster.

Totally.

So long story short, I get arrested
for tampering with a crime scene.

Mm-hm. Let me let you in
on a bit of advice.

Don't mess with a cop's coffee.
You're lucky you didn't get shot.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

How mad is she?

Scale of one to ten? Thirteen.

Car trouble.

- Really?
- Really.

I just gave that excuse to Hetty.
Now you're gonna use it on me?

It's not an excuse. Jo's car
wouldn't start, I drove her to work.

I'm thinking her car trouble
was more car absence.

Which means she was at your place
all night.

What do you think about that?

I think you've been married
a little bit too long,

and you're trying to live vicariously
through me. That's what I think.

All I'm saying is, you're welcome.

Thank your wife for me.

She was the mastermind.

I'm starting to think Eric
made the wrong career move.

Zero days are a lucrative business.

Some sell for over a half a million.

Something tells me Ira's not
gonna get paid for this one, though.

I don't think so.

All right.

Sniper was positioned on the rooftop
over there.

L.A.P.D. didn't find any brass.
Cameras either.

Neighbor down the hall
called the cops,

said she saw armed men
in the hallway.

All right, so the sniper takes out Ira.

Those guys come in,
pick up the zero day.

We have fresh blood.

You said L.A.P.D. cleared out.

- Federal agents!
- Don't!

Come down the steps. Careful.

Put the bag down.

Please don't shoot me.

Relax, Ira. We're federal agents.

So were the guys
who tried to kill me last night.

Will I have a scar?

I don't know. Do you want a scar?

Could really up my game
with the ladies.

Then you'll have one.
I'll make sure of it.

Ira, our military
trains the best of the best.

Which means
when we want someone dead,

they're dead, yet here you are.

Yeah, and how lucky for you,

because you didn't get what you
wanted from my computers, did you?

I wiped them clean and slipped away
in the dark.

You slipped out in the night.

But you still needed some cash
for the road, though, huh?

Where were you thinking?

Morocco?

China?

- Russia's nice too.
- Heh.

Ira, I get it.

You're scared.

Somebody tried to kill you.

But I can't help you
if you don't talk to me.

Now, what does this zero day do?

You're right, Agent Hanna.

I am scared.

But I'm not stupid.

If I give up the zero day,
then you don't need me anymore.

And this time,
I'm betting you won't miss.

Guy has definitely got an ego.

Heh. Guy thinks he's the center
of a government conspiracy.

Where I come from,
we call that delusional.

Well, in all fairness,
a sniper tried to take him out.

Maybe he's not that far off base.

Bottom line
is Ira doesn't trust us enough

to tell us what the zero day is.

All right,
so how do we get him to talk?

The guy wants a conspiracy,

let's give him one.

Okay, Ira, what are you hiding?

Looking through a few files here
and...

Didn't mean to do that.

This day just keeps getting
better and better.

Aw, I'm sorry.

What did Hetty say?

Nothing.

She just sat there and stared at me,
didn't say a word.

I think I felt something die inside.

It's probably just the prison food.

While you were in the slammer,
I took a look at Ira's computers.

Wiped clean, just like he said.

Well, he's got state-of-the-art
data-shredding software.

Whoever tried to kill Ira
couldn't have found the zero day.

At least not yet.

Bad news is,
we still have no idea what it is.

Miss Jones, Mr. Beale,

your presence is required
at the boatshed

to assist in Mr. Wells' interrogation.

You don't give up, do you?

It's out of my hands.
I'm turning you over to the DOD.

What? No.
I want my phone call, Agent Hanna.

All right, I want my phone...

I assure you,
you'll have your phone call

just as soon as we can straighten
a few things out.

Stephanie Prim, Department of...

Oh, you're bleeding.

This man needs a hospital,
Agent Hanna.

It's just a flesh wound.
I dressed it myself.

Oh, I didn't realize
you were a doctor as well.

I'm done with you.
I'd like to speak with your superior.

Now.

And shut the door.

That's right. Close it.

Now...

Actually, I'm okay, Miss Prim.

Really, it's superficial.

Just looks worse than it is.

Well, you are a brave man.

And I sincerely apologize
for your treatment thus far.

Ah. Now...

We believe you may be able
to help us

with a matter of national security.

Do you know this man?

Yeah.

That's Eric Beale.
I went to college with him. Why?

We arrested Mr. Beale this morning
on charges of cyberterrorism.

Uh, heh...

- Beale? A terrorist?
- We have documentation showing

he hacked a high-level
Pentagon e-mail address,

which he then used
to enlist your services.

We believe he was planning
to auction your zero day off

to the highest bidder.

This doesn't make any sense.

I mean, why would Beale
hire someone

when he could just do the job
himself?

He's a skilled hacker.

Clearly not as skilled as you.

Ira.

She's good.

Scary good.

Ira, we need to know exactly
what Mr. Beale asked you to find.

Lives could be at stake.

Jack?

Jack.

Hey.

Open your eyes if you can hear me.

- Jack.
- What?

- Hi.
- Yeah. What...?

I think they busted some ribs.

What the hell are you doing here?

I, uh...

I came here to, um...

What are you doing here?

I heard you'd been captured.

I was trying to talk them
into releasing you.

I thought you were dead.

Yeah, well, unh,

I got a feeling we both might be
before the night's over.

Ira's zero day exploits
a weakness in GLONASS,

or Global Navigation
Satellite System.

- Russian GPS.
- Yes.

Uh, the flaw that Ira found
allows access to the base code

that assigns coordinates to GLONASS
monitoring stations around the world.

Meaning that a hacker
could trick the system

into thinking Moscow
was in New Jersey.

I'm guessing this is affecting
more than just Russian Yelpers

looking for stroganoff?

No. It is also the system

- that guides their nuclear missiles.
- Ah.

And if someone were to exploit
this zero day,

they could potentially
divert the missiles

to any target of their choosing.

Makes sense
the Department of Defense

would wanna take advantage of that
in the event of a war.

Except the DOD didn't hire Ira.

Hetty and I have been on the phone
with over a dozen senior officials.

They've never heard
of this zero day.

So, what does that mean?

It means someone else
is trying to gain access

to Russia's
missile guidance system.

According to Ira,
the deal for the GLONASS zero day

was set up
through Neidra Industries.

Government contractor?
Thought their focus was cyber warfare.

Well, that's essentially
what zero days are.

So Neidra acts as the middleman
between the buyers and the hackers.

It's become a profitable business
in recent years.

So either someone approached
Neidra posing as the DOD...

Or someone inside the company is
working for our mysterious third party.

And unfortunately, Ira was bluffing
about wiping the zero day.

Last night, he sent it to Neidra
through a secure router.

So it should be sitting
on their server.

If someone hasn't retrieved it
already.

We need to get inside
and secure the zero day.

Can't we just order them
to give us access?

They are a government contractor.

Too many laws
protecting corporate data.

Legit approach could take days.

- And it could spook the inside man.
- So we go in under the radar,

access the server
without anyone knowing.

Yeah, that's not gonna be easy.

Neidra employs state-of-the-art
security measures

around all of their servers,
so you won't get anywhere near them,

let alone a computer
with access to them.

Well, the company makes money
finding flaws.

Makes sense they'd be flawless.

Well, maybe we can use that
to our advantage.

Look, Ira,
I'm sorry we had to lie to you.

We just needed some answers fast.

In retrospect,
I should have known it was a scam.

I mean, you?

A terrorist?

But she had me going.

Guess I'm just a sucker
for a pretty face.

Look,
you know you can't trust them.

The government.

The people you work for.

You're just a cog in their machine.

- Ira...
- If you wanna have control,

I mean, make a real difference
and some money too,

work freelance with me.

Are you serious?

You know we would be a great team
again.

Yeah, we would.

But I make a big difference here
at NCIS.

Do they know that?

Here.

Thank you.

Who knows you're here?

My unit knows I'm in Afghanistan,

but nobody knows
I came looking for you.

You shouldn't have.

My mission was to kill you.

Why?

Because you've been helping
the militants.

That's not true.

S..

So you're not the one they call
the White Ghost, Spin Pairay?

The only ones I help
are the people from my village.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Your village, Jack?

Who are you?
You've been gone for nine years.

Something inside me broke
when I was here.

You know we could've worked
through this together, right?

You and me?
The way it used to be?

- I tried. I tried.
- You didn't try hard.

- We could've done this.
- Thought if I came here,

I could find what I lost.

And what I found was simplicity
and purity of existence.

It was as if everything from my past
just fell away and I was free.

Free from me.

From everything.

I'm not the man you remember.

The man who said he loved me?

Who asked me to marry him?

That...

That part of me is gone.

I converted to Islam,

was eventually accepted
by one of the more moderate tribes.

For the first time in my life,

even in a world ravaged by war,

I found peace inside.

And out.

I fell in love.

Her name was Mastanah.

Eventually we married, had a child.

Belourine.

And your wife?

She was...

She was killed in a drone strike.

I'm sorry.

I alerted the U.S. authorities,

and their response
was to send a CIA operative

to try and recruit me.

I only cooperated enough
to protect my tribe.

I have no interest in revenge
or violence.

Hey, there's one thing I learned.

It's that no one wins a war.

Hi. How can I help you?

Dexter Hughes.

I'm here to see your CEO,
Lance Witten.

I'm sorry.
I'm not seeing an appointment here.

Yeah.
That's because I didn't make one,

but he's gonna wanna see me.

Well, unfortunately,
Mr. Witten is in a meeting.

Mm-hm. Pull him out.

Tell Lance that if he doesn't
come see me right now,

his company is gonna be gone
by the time his meeting's over.

Oh, and if he needs
any more convincing,

why don't you just show him this?

Thanks.

You know what to do?

It's not rocket science.

I'm waiting.

Look at that. Huh?

G, I'm in position.

Copy that.

This some sort of joke?

On the contrary, Lance.

This is your most important meeting
of the day.

You think you can scare me
with a few numbers?

No.

Not just numbers, Lance.

They're the, uh,
password to your e-mail,

but you know that.

From last month. Change it weekly.

- What do you want?
- The same thing you want.

To ensure the security and success
of Neidra Industries.

All right, we got a thumb.
Sending it to you now, Sam.

Good to go.

Right.

You got nothing.

I'll tell you what, Lance.
Why don't I just show you?

Okay, Sam, you have 25 seconds

till the backup generators kick in.

Well,

seems I found a zero day
in your own security system.

I would be willing to sell this to you.

Or I could pop over
to one of your competitors,

see if maybe they're interested.

You think you're the first person
who's tried to scam this company?

I bet you got somebody outside
tampering with the power box.

Get security in here.

- Sam, you've got...
- Fifteen seconds.

My internal clock is perfect, Nell.

Okay. Optical tap in place.

Seven seconds. Get out.

Three, two, one.

Lasers, man.

I hate freaking lasers.

Fine, Lance. You don't believe me?

Why don't you check your servers?

My servers are fine.

Get him out of here.

Suit yourself.

It's good.

Witten took the bait.
He's accessing the servers now.

And thanks to the optical tap
that Sam put in place,

I am right behind him.

Okay, searching for Ira's zero day.

It was just downloaded this morning

onto a USB drive by Jeffrey Taylor.

And he works in client services.

And get this. He's accumulated
over 100 grand in credit card debt.

Uh, guys, Taylor just used his ID
to exit into a parking garage.

Sam, Deeks, it's just to your west.

There's at least three men
in that SUV.

He's selling the GLONASS zero day.

Goodbye, credit card debt.

Yes.

Federal agents!

Go. Let's go!

Moving.

He's dead.

Taylor too.

Zero day USB?

No dice.

We found a record
of encrypted e-mails

on Taylor's home computer.

Still working on breaking them.

He's taken a lot of business trips,
including Russia.

Maybe that's where he found
his buyer,

set up the deal for the zero day.

It was a bad deal.

First they try to avoid paying
by going after Ira,

then they kill Taylor
to avoid paying him.

So we're looking
for the world's cheapest terrorists?

Survey says...

Chechen separatists.

Meet Ruman Taimiev.

He entered this country
seven weeks ago

along with these men.

They have ties
to the Ichkerian Peacekeepers.

And intel suggests the group's goal
is to force the Russian military

to pull out of the Caucasus.

Control GLONASS,
you control the Russian missiles.

They'd have to meet their demands.

I've been thinking.

Zero days get their name from the fact
that once a flaw is discovered,

the owner of the hacked system
has exactly zero days to fix it

before it can be exploited.

If we fix the zero day, the Chechens
won't have that opportunity.

Ira knows GLONASS better
than I do.

I can easily access it
from his computers.

It's an excellent idea, Mr. Beale.

Miss Jones can accompany Mr. Wells
to his loft.

With all due respect,

I have more experience
hacking foreign systems.

That's true, he does. He should go.

Mr. Beale can hack just as well
up in Ops.

And you're the field agent.

Right.

If this doesn't work,
we still gotta warn the Russians.

Sounds like it's time to pay our
old friend at the, uh, consulate a visit.

- You think he'll remember us?
- Mm-hm.

I'm guessing
you don't really wear glasses.

No.

But the attitude, was that real?

What do you think?

Uh, guys, we're on a clock.

Right.

System is up and running.

Okay. I'll get you access.

I am loading
the bad GLONASS drive.

Me too.

Just take a minute.

I was gonna say 15 seconds.

Anyway, I'm glad about the glasses.

Makes it easier
to see your brown eyes.

Okay. I'm in.

Soam I.

- How long will it take to fix?
- Should go faster with two of us.

Can you shore up
the PZ-90 coordinate datum while I...

- What's wrong?
- The zero day, it's gone.

The flaw's been fixed.

- Isn't that what we wanted?
- No. We're too late.

The Chechens have already accessed
the GLONASS.

They've gone in and locked the door
behind them.

- Will your tribe come get you?
- No.

Yeah, well, mine will eventually.

We might stand a chance
if we actually get ourselves free.

- I've renounced violence.
- Really?

Even if it means saving
your own life?

Haven't you ever heard, God helps
those who help themselves?

The Koran says:

"Indeed, Allah will not change
the condition of a people

until they change
what is in themselves.”

Well, there you go.

Now, let's change our condition
and get the hell out of here.

What do you have in mind?

Take off your clothes.

And throw it in the fire

with anything else we can use
to smoke up this place.

When they come, it might give us
the few seconds we need. Come on.

Where are you taking him?

Jack? Jack!

Where are you taking him?

Where are you taking him?

Little afternoon delight, Boris?

Wife's not gonna like that.

Who are you?

And where are my men?

Dealing with a little car trouble
downstairs.

I'm surprised
you're not in Siberia, Boris.

I mean, given the debacle
at the consulate last October.

What do you know about October?

- Tenth month of the year.
- Halloween, Columbus Day.

But we're here to talk
about the Ichkerian Peacekeepers.

You might wanna know
that earlier today,

they gained access to your
Global Navigation Satellite System.

GLONASS?

Impossible.

Call the Kremlin.

No harm in checking, right?

This is a trick.

A ploy to get us
to scrap the test, huh?

It will not work.

Test?

What test?

You see, the Cold War never ended,
my dear American friends.

But that was our mistake,
these past 20 years.

Starting today, that all changes.

Good day, gentlemen.

We confirmed with the Pentagon.

The Russians have been developing
a new long-range missile.

A test launch is scheduled
for sometime tomorrow.

- Which is already today in Russia.
- God, I hate time zones.

Does the Kremlin know?

Hetty and the White House
are on the phone with them.

Correction. Was on the phone.

The Russian president
Just informed us.

The missile launched
five minutes ago.

We were too late.

According to the Russian
military, the missile was supposed

to detonate harmlessly
in the Arctic Ocean.

But with the way the Chechens
have altered GLONASS,

it will now strike San Francisco
in 31 minutes.

So the Chechens aren't aiming
for Russia.

They're targeting the U.S.

Their stated goal
is to get the Russian military

out of the Caucasus.

If U.S. declares war on Russia,
mission accomplished.

- Is the missile nuclear?
- No, but it is carrying

over 900 pounds
of fuel-air explosive.

Thermobaric. Turns air to fire.

Can't we send a command
self-destruct

- to the missile?
- There isn't one.

It's designed to be tamperproof.

That includes
radio-controlled commands.

Only way the missile will self-destruct
is if it goes off course.

From the missiles point of view,
it's on target.

The president just activated
the Aegis Missile Defense System.

Unfortunately,
the only BMD capable vessels

are in the Sea of Japan,

watching North Korea.

They're not in position
to intercept a missile from Siberia.

If we can't use the zero day
to change the GLONASS coordinates,

what else can we do?

I think I have an idea.

All GeoNAV Satellite Systems
rely on ground monitoring stations

to provide coordinates.

They're like guideposts
for the satellites.

Now, if we can add a new station
to the GLONASS network,

it might just skew the coordinates

enough to alter the trajectory
of the missile.

Great. How do we do that?

We'd have to recalibrate
an American GPS station

so that it thinks
that it's part of GLONASS.

Okay, the nearest station

is on a roof at Fifth and Rose,
downtown.

Mr. Beale.

Try not to get arrested this time.

All right, I'm on my way.

I gotta go back to Ops.

Is everything all right?

The Russians launched
a test missile.

Eric and the others
are headed downtown

to a GPS monitoring station
to try to recalibrate it.

No one knows the ins and outs
of GLONASS better than I do.

- I can help.
- Sorry, you're still a potential target.

Just wait here.

Another NCIS agent should be here
shortly.

How much time?

- Five minutes.
- Four-fifty-seven.

Three seconds off. Someone needs
to wind their internal clock.

I understand.

Yes, she's just arriving.

That was Agent Thompson
at the loft.

Mr. Wells is gone.

All right,
I'm pinging his cell phone now.

That's the location
of the monitor station.

Oh, no.

Bugger.

Mr. Callen.

You're about to have
some company.

Whoa! It's just me.

- Yeah, he just got here.
- No, not Ira. The Chechens.

They must have been watching
his loft.

They're following him
to your exact position

and heading up the stairs now.

They figured Ira was with us
after Neidra.

- Go help Beale.
- We need to buy Eric some extra time.

Deeks, brace the door.

On it.

All right, buddy, first we need to...

Adjust the L1 band
to 1602 megahertz.

I'm already doing it.

You compensate for the lower satellite
orbits. Do it in under three minutes.

Okay. Anything else?

Yeah. Nell's eyes?

They're hazel.

QRF is ten minutes out.

We haven't got that long.

You think that's them?

Eric, how much time do you need?

Sniper. North building.

He doesn't have a line of sight
to the monitor station.

Yeah, but these guys do.

Eric, you're exposed.

We're working. Ira, I need those
orbital calculations. Ira.

Deeks, need a diversion.

Hell, diversion's my middle name.

Okay. Here goes nothing.

On three. One, two...

Ha, ha, ha. Hoo!

All clear.

- Deeks?
- Yeah, I'm good.

But I'm definitely changing
my middle name.

Eric.

Eric?

Is it over?

Heh. It's over.

What about the missile?

Splashing down in the Pacific.

Good work, Mr. Beale.

So about us working together...

I think I'm good where I am.

- Yeah.
- You okay?

- Yeah, legs just a little wobbly.
- Little wobbly.

And I'm having trouble breathing.

- This is shock. I'm in shock.
- You're in shock.

- Yeah, I think I'm in shock.
- Brown bag, ice, elevate. Cocktail.

The official statement
from the Russians

is the missile functioned perfectly.

And it did.

Yeah, as long as those missiles
keep landing in the ocean,

I'm a happy camper.

Amen.

Mr. Callen's already left?

Yeah, he left to get his car
from the shop.

- Shop.
- Oh, right.

You mean Joelle's car?

- Shut up.
- I didn't say anything.

Seven o'clock in the evening.
You know where your partner is?

Nope, but I know who he's with,

and I have a good idea
what they're doing.

- You get the picture.
- Downloading, downloading.

- Delete.
- Save.

That was quite the day, huh?

How you feeling?

- Better. Tired.
- Mm.

- A little queasy.
- Yup.

It's probably still the prison food.

Hey.

- What?
- Just gonna say that

it's nice to see your eyes
without your glasses on.

Have a good night.

You too. Have a good night.

Thank you.

Time for your breakfast, Owen?

We have a situation. Blye's missing.

What do you mean?

I mean she's gone.

She took a horse and left her rifle.

I gave her a secure sat phone.

She ditched it.

She had a shot at our target
yesterday and she choked.

No, my people don't choke.

Then what is this?
Something spooked her.

She missed the shot yesterday
and snuck out of here during the night

without a weapon

and without telling anyone else
where she was going.

What about your man, Sabatino?

I don't know.

He works off the grid
for days at a time.

So you actually
have two operatives missing.

I'd be careful if I were you.

She was your choice
for this mission.

I tracked her horse as far as I could.

She's heading into an area
controlled by the insurgents.

Do you know something I don't know,
Henrietta?

Because if you want your girl back,

now would be the time to tell me.