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You are being watched.

The government
has a secret system--

a machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.

I designed the machine
to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything...

violent crimes
involving ordinary people.

The government considers
these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's up,
we'll find you.

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Justin Lee is dead, sir.

And now that executive
has started

digging into the accident.

Knowing her, she won't stop.

Then see to it that she does.

Interesting strategy,
Mr. Elias.

Care to explain?

Trying to learn how to win
at a disadvantage.

I assume we're talking
about more than just chess.

Rook and knight,
valuable pieces.

The Assistant District Attorney
and Detective Szymanski.

Their deaths benefited
your enemy, Peter Yogorov.

That's very good, Harold.

And I'm in touch enough
to know that a number

of your associates inside

have recently
been transferred elsewhere.

Who are you playing against?

The Russians?
HR?

A ghost.

Someone I'd very much like
to identify.

From the board, I'd say

the outcome is
a foregone conclusion.

Don't count me out just yet,
Harold.

I might have a few moves left.

Give John my best.

[Distant buzzer]

[Phone rings]

[Staticky overlapping voices]

_

[Phone rings]

Miss me already, Finch?

It's not a social call,
Mr. Reese.

I want to inform you
we have a new number.

I'll head back.

No, you're tracking a number
too, albeit a prior one.

- Stay the course.
- So who's up this time?

Monica Jacobs, Senior VP
of Strategy and Systems

for Rylatech, one of the top
networking companies in America.

And the security is tight,

right down to the RFID tracking
chips in the employee ID.

So how will you get close
to her?

I've found
an appropriate cover.

She's certainly a rising star
in the tech world.

Gushing profiles in blogs
and national magazines.

Not bad for a small-town girl
from Indiana.

Tech geeks and code monkeys.
Doesn't sound too dangerous.

Ms. Jacobs is a top executive

in a billion-dollar business

where corporate espionage
is rampant.

The threat could come
from anywhere.

- How's my day, Jerome?
- Oh, let's go with slammed.

Tovo at 10:00,
New Technologies at 11:00,

and then the florist
called again

wanting the correct address
for the Lee family.

Should we just let that go?

No, I'll handle it myself.

Wait...

is that the new

- Centra-6 processor?
- Yes.

I thought they weren't
coming out until next quarter.

Is its variable processing
as nimble as they say?

Oh, I consider it a vast
improvement in terms of

energy consumption,
overall efficiency--

I knew it.

Anybody who says tablet
hex cores are overkill--

Has no idea how to fully
utilize CPU architecture.

I agree.

Well...

it's very nice to meet you...

Harold.

IT is lucky to have you.

I believe our network
solutions proposal says it all.

Rylatech's routers and switches

have a 99.7%
reliability rating.

On the basis of what?

Independent tests run

alongside three of
our five main competitors.

Our firmware
is self-upgrading.

Like everyone else's,
including Censatek...

who had better pastries.

Look, what is your name again?

Ross Haskell,
Head of Product Development--

Ross, our VP didn't come here
to listen to dry stats.

Why should we use
Rylatech's products?

Because you already do.

We've spent the last

15 years building the backbone
of the internet,

and our latest components

will set the standard
for the next 15.

Even the Department Of Defense

trusts us to get their data
from point A to point B.

But, if you want just
one reason,

Martin Baxter.

He started Rylatech
in his parents' garage

and built it into this.

That determination,
we all have it.

We'll never stop
working hard for you.

Or, go with Censatek,

who is known for offering
kickbacks to networking execs...

along with their nice pastries.

So how did you know about
those kickbacks at Censatek?

I have spies everywhere,
Martin.

Well, if they ever try
to entice you to jump ship,

give me a chance
to match their offer.

I can't imagine how we'd
get along without you, Monica.

Well done, Ross.

Terney, I hear you're
running point

on the Szymanski
and ADA homicides.

- Yeah.
- You got any leads?

Oh, nothing solid yet,
but we're pushing on all fronts.

What about the Mayor's guy
who got wounded-- Quinn?

All he remembers is that
the shooter was wearing a mask

and he ran out the back door.

- Keep me up to date.
[Phone rings] - Will do.

Carter.

Just calling to check in,
Detective,

and to say how sorry I am.

I know that Detective Szymanski
was a friend.

Thanks, Finch.
Appreciate it.

If there's anything
I can do for you...

Um, I'll let you know.
Talk to you soon.

Hey.

I know you don't want
to talk to me.

- But look, about Szymanski--
- There's nothing to talk about.

Unless you're ready to tell me
the name of your CI

who got him killed.

- Joss--
- Like I said.

You okay?

Beecher got a tip about
dirty money on Szymanski.

I prove the money wasn't his,
Szymanski turns up dead?

I gotta know if beecher
set him up, Fusco.

- I'll see what I can find out.
- Okay.

Good evening, Mr. Reese.

Have you made contact
with your quarry?

Not yet.

You keeping track of yours?

Yes. Thanks to the chips
in the ID cards,

I can see the location of every
employee in the building.

Identify any potential threat?

So far, just overwork

and the consumption
of raw seafood.

Ms. Jacobs is dedicated,
passionate,

technically astute.

You've got a crush on this
number, don't you, Finch?

A human being
can recognize qualities

in another human being
without--

She's leaving her office.

[Rustling]

It's strange.
I followed her

to the R&D floor.

She's in the computer
storage room.

Appears to be looking
for something.

Like what?

I'm not sure.

_

[Elevator dings]

[Police radio chatter]

Why would someone
in Ms. Jacobs's position

be sneaking around
stealing computer files

and hiding
from corporate security?

I know you like this woman,
Finch.

But if the Agency
taught me one thing...

it's that
the most effective spy

is the one you'd never suspect.

A true believer.

Mr. Reese?

[Gun cocks]

- Mr. Reese, are you there?
- I gotta call you back, Finch.

Hello, Shaw.

I thought I just might
find you here.

And you decided to drop in
for a visit?

Stakeouts can get
a little tedious.

And what made you think
I wanted the company?

The time I shot you, or the time
I ditched you at the cemetery?

I'm persistent.

Or maybe you just can't
take a hint.

Darlene and Evan Cole.

Your former partner's parents.

Dead partner.

The government framed Cole
as a domestic terrorist.

I thought you might
come back here

to set the record straight.

How'd you figure that?

It's what I'd do.

Control killed their son.

They didn't need to take
their memory of him.

Even the CIA wouldn't
stoop that low.

They'd just sweep their mess
under the rug

and give him a star
on the wall.

Your former employers killed
Cole for discovering the truth,

and nothing's stopping them
from killing his parents, too.

But you already know this.

That's why you're out here
and not in there.

Next time you want
some fresh air...

pick a different spot.

A friend once told me,

in our line of work,

we walk in the dark.

Doesn't mean we have to walk
in it alone.

[Staticky overlapping voices]

Well, I'm not sure the source
of your problem is a virus.

It's more likely...

mochachino.

I'll try to find you
a new keyboard.

Thank you.

Now what was it
you were stealing?

What are you doing
in Ms. Jacobs' office?

Security update.

We just had an update
a week ago.

Well, we've since discovered
additional threats

to the network
that needed addressing.

And what threats
might those be, specifically?

A complex Kernel-mode rootkit
that disables secure subsystems

through compromised applets,
and I'm sure I don't need

to explain to you how dangerous
that could be

if the update
were not installed.

[Keys clicking]

[Beep] All set.

You're welcome.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What are you thinking?
- They ran out of paper towels.

I'm talking about you
refusing to say

who gave you the tip
on the Szymanski money.

The bills were marked
by the feds.

Found in a raid on a bodega that
Elias was operating out of.

So?

Money never made it
to evidence.

So either Elias's boys
got a hold of it

or some dirty cops did.

Either way, it stinks.

You saying I had something
to do with it?

I'm saying Szymanski
got set up.

And by you keeping quiet, makes
me think you were in on it.

See, I got friends
who used to work

in your old precinct, Fusco.

I heard about your crew.

Two are in jail
and one's missing,

and you're calling me dirty?

Let me spell it out for you.

- Stay away from Carter.
- Or what?

What's going on, fellas?

That's a good question.

What is going on?

I can do that for you, Monica.

Oh, it's okay.
I've got it.

You want me to pick you up
some lunch?

No, I have a meeting.

I don't have anything
scheduled.

Oh, it was a last minute thing.

I didn't bother putting it
on the calendar.

- Mr. Reese, where are you?
- On my way.

You learn what
our number's up to?

I believe Ms. Jacobs
is about to hand off

some sensitive information.

So Monica....

Or perhaps not.
I'll patch you in.

...what was so urgent I had to

cancel my lunch
and meet you out here?

Justin Lee.

He's one of your engineers
in R&D.

Yeah, he died in an accident
a little over a week ago.

It was tragic.

I discovered something
concerning.

When I had flowers sent
to his parents,

the florist said no one
by the name of Lee

lived at that address.

People move,
change their address.

I checked.
The parents never lived there.

It's not just that.
Everything about Lee,

from his contact information
to his work history, was a lie.

I think
he may have been a plant.

A plant?
For who?

Could be any
of our competitors.

That's why I didn't want to have
this conversation at the office.

And then, there's this.

She just gave him the flash
drive that she used last night.

I found Lee's computer,
made copies of his files

and found a handful
of encrypted emails

sent the day he died.

I tried, but I couldn't
open them.

Who else knows about this?

Just you.

Seeing as he worked
in your division,

I thought you'd want to
get out in front of this.

I do.
I'll look into it.

Then we can tell the old man
together, okay?

And, Monica...

thank you.

I need to see the emails
on that drive.

I'll have to contrive a reason
to get into his office.

I have a better idea.

Excuse me.

Nice to have you back.

[Staticky voices, sounds]

Thanks for meeting me,
Mr. Quinn.

How's the shoulder?

It's getting stronger
day by day.

You sounded concerned
on the phone.

There's been
some questions about

the Szymanski investigation.

Like, who my source was
about the money.

- And you said?
- Nothing.

You asked me to keep your name
out of it, and I have.

Thing is, uh,
I've been wondering myself.

Where did that tip come from?

Well, the tip was strong.
Why does it matter?

A dead detective's reputation
is on the line.

It matters.

Cal, in my position

I'm constantly being offered
information.

And the reason people

come to me is they know
I will keep their confidence.

Right.

Uh, look...

the tip came from
one of Elias's soldiers.

Since Elias has been in prison,
his men have struggled.

This guy was just tired
of seeing Szymanski getting paid

while he scraped by.

Now, I could have given
that information to anybody,

but I wanted my godson
to get the credit for it.

I imagine whoever's questioned
you wish they had made the bust.

Don't let them rattle you.

We good?

Yeah.

Thanks, Mr. Quinn.

Anytime.

He gonna be a problem?

Let's hope not.

So Monica wasn't spying.

She was hunting a spy.

Which means the threat
may be coming from

whoever Lee was spying for.

I've asked Detective Carter
to look into his death.

Ms. Jacobs's phone
seems to be syncing.

She's not doing it.

- Then who is?
- Good question.

They're adding contacts,
appointments,

phone calls she never made.

Mr. Reese, something's
terribly wrong.

Excuse me, this is my office.

You'll need to wait here, please.

What the hell's going on?

I'd ask you the same question,
Monica.

But by the looks of it,
the answer's pretty clear.

Security found
confidential designs

and documents on your computer.

Ross, I told you
those files were from Lee.

Then why were
they attached to emails

you were preparing to send
to our main competitors?

Phone calls, meetings.

You were meeting with anyone
and everyone.

What?

Lee wasn't the spy.
You were.

That's impossible.
Jerome knows my schedule.

I should have said something,
Mr. Haskell.

She's been acting strangely
for a while now,

keeping her own schedule,

making off the book
appointments.

Jerome!

I'm sorry, Monica.

I don't know what
you want me to say.

- Martin, listen--
- Monica, please!

- Security will show you out.
- You're firing me?

Effective immediately,

with civil and criminal
charges pending.

Martin, I've worked for you
for ten years!

Then you can afford
a good lawyer.

This way, please.

You... this is a mistake.

I wasn't stealing anything.
If you just let me explain...

Ms. Jacobs has just been
terminated from Rylatech.

Someone may be trying
to silence her.

I'm afraid they won't stop
until they've done so...

permanently.

Good morning, Mr. Reese.
Any news on Ms. Jacobs?

Yes.

She's having coffee,

right in front of Rylatech.

Something tells me

she's not taking
her termination lying down.

I've gone over everything

that Ms. Jacobs collected
on Justin Lee,

the potential spy
she was looking into,

and she was right.

Lee's been operating under
a remarkably deep cover.

Take his degree from MIT.

Certified with
a slightly outdated seal.

His New Jersey birth
certificate, medical history.

Whoever set this up--

They're pros.

That's how they were able
to frame her so quickly

when they discovered
she was on to them.

The question is,
who did the framing?

If I could decrypt his emails,
they might tell us.

She's tailing her assistant,
Finch.

Hope you don't expect me
to play.

No offense, Detective,
but my opponent is someone

who brings a little more
to the table,

and you're breaking
my concentration.

I'll cut to it, then.

Detective named Szymanski.

Organized crime.

Was he on your payroll?

Afraid you made a bad move,
Detective.

Just trying
to get some answers.

Then start asking
better questions.

Who benefits from Szymanski's
arrest and murder?

How could one arrange these acts
without being suspected?

And who's at the center
of the strings

that were quietly pulled?

See, I think you something
you don't even know you know,

which means you're playing
a chess game

of your own, Detective.
You just don't realize it yet.

Did you give money
to Szymanski?

Absolutely...

and he threw it in our faces.

He was clean,
and you got played by HR.

It was nice meeting you,
Detective Beecher.

Word of advice.

Choose your next move wisely,

or it's going
to be chosen for you.

Detective Carter,

have you had a chance
to look into Lee's death?

That's why I'm calling.

His BMW's black box said

there was no impact
from any other car.

No brake or system failure,
just simple accident.

I decided I'd take prints
off the body,

see what popped in the system.

Did the prints tell you anything?

Couldn't get them.
The body's gone.

What?

Searched that morgue
for 45 minutes.

Somebody got in there,
got your boy, Lee,

vanished without a trace.

Not bearing good news,
I assume.

Beecher's looking for answers.

One of our guys
at Rikers saw him, with Elias.

Looks like your talk with him
didn't do the trick.

That's a damn shame.

We could promote him
out of town.

Desk job upstate.

I always told Cal
to be careful.

Being a cop's a dangerous job.

[Speaking Mandarin] _

Jerome!

- Monica. What are you doing here?
- What happened yesterday?

Why did you say those things?

Were you following me?
Let go.

Not till I get some answers.

I don't answer to you anymore,
bitch!

[Grunts]

Now, be nice, and answer
the lady's question.

In English, not Mandarin.

Who are you working for?

You're wasting your time.
There's too many of us.

[Glass shatters] Aah!

Get down.

- Who are you?
- Right now, an easy target.

Mr. Reese!

- I have news.
- Can it wait, Finch?

I've cracked Lee's
encrypted emails.

They're messages,
reporting back to his father,

a high-ranking official
in the Chinese Communist Party.

[Gunshot] What are you saying?

Lee wasn't spying
for a company.

He was spying for his country.

We just picked a fight with
the People's Republic of China.

Where are you taking me?
[Gunshot]

Someplace safe.

Let's use the new
accommodations, Mr. Reese.

I'll catch up to you
as soon as--

It's not nice when someone
hunts you down, now is it?

What brings you here,
Ms. Shaw?

I assume you wanted me
to find you.

Why else would you have given me
your number?

I guess I imagined
that you would just call,

but I suppose this works too.

My offer still stands,
you know.

You think I should have
a hobby.

Now what would that be?

Hanging around a derelict
library with you,

your poorly-socialized
guard dog,

and Bear here?

Bit of a comedown
from saving the world,

I guess, but we have
our moments.

And what's your end, Harold?

Is this your hobby?

Running a halfway house
for retired assassins?

I hate to see talent
go to waste.

Awfully trusting of you,
now, isn't it?

I'm quite confident,
Ms. Shaw,

that you are the first person
that's ever said that to me.

Besides, you're not holding
a firearm.

Looks like progress.
What can I do for you?

_

Interesting story in the news
this morning.

A CIA operative died in the line
of duty on a covert operation.

He'd uncovered
a domestic terrorism plot.

Now, the Agency would neither
deny or confirm this,

of course, but a journalist

received leaked documents
from within Langley itself.

I saw the story too.

It's very sad.

He seemed to have died
heroically.

You and I both know that Cole
did not work for the CIA.

So I have this crazy theory

that someone hacked into one of
the most powerful, clandestine

agencies in the world
and created an employee who,

up until yesterday,
did not exist.

That does sound somewhat
farfetched.

My friend from the hotel.

Our conversation was cut short.

Yet we seemed to have
so much in common.

Tell me about her.

My relationship with that
woman is rather complicated.

What's your interest?

You think I need a hobby, Harold?

I think I just found one.

Traitor.

[Dog whines]

Lee was a spy... for China?

Looks that way.

Any idea why China might be
interested in Rylatech?

Our proprietary designs keep us

at the forefront
of the industry.

Maybe they want to steal
our work.

Or sabotage it.

Lee could've been secretly
altering your designs,

making them unworkable.

And Jerome?

Probably there to keep
an eye on you.

He was my assistant
for over two years.

[Sighs] And now he's dead.

We won't let that happen
to you.

We?

- Miss Jacobs.
- Harold?

I'd have been here sooner,
but a friend of yours

stopped by to say
how much she enjoyed

your chat the other night.

Wait...

so you're not an IT guy?

Not in any traditional sense,
but perhaps

we should set those questions
aside until we've

dealt with whomever it is
that's trying to kill you.

Now, I expect that it was more
than just your assistant

who was working
with Mr. Lee.

To place someone in a division

as secure as Research
and Development?

They need someone with access,
hiring approval.

Well, R&D is Ross's division.

He's the only one
I told about Lee.

Well, I-I need to go
to the police, or FBI.

- They're expecting you to.
- While you're being questioned,

they'll be destroying
any evidence

that could implicate them
or exonerate you...

unless we get to
that evidence first.

All my network requests
are being blocked.

Did you try the web interface?

Yes, but I can't
access settings,

or the RPC portmapper.

May I?

This was one of my babies.

Completely rebuilt
the interface,

disabled the portmapper.

Secondary authentication?

Added for access
to the FTP and SNMP.

If you two would rather
be alone...

I made it virtually impossible
to hack into our company,

and now here I am doing
just that.

Ten years of my life.

Nights, weekends.

You know how many offers
I turned away?

That's a rare kind of loyalty
these days.

Truth is, I never wanted
to work anywhere else.

Those people aren't just
co-workers, they're my family.

And now they think
I've betrayed them.

The look on Martin's face...

You may be down, Monica,
but you're not out.

Not yet.

If I can get past
this server firewall,

we should be able to locate
the hidden network

that Lee and the other spies
are using.

Uh-oh.

- What is it?
- We've been hacked.

They've broken the password
coded into the laptop's battery.

Hijacked the firmware.
Get back. Get back!

What happened?

They disabled the micro
controller that regulates

the battery's charge.

Spies must be monitoring
the network.

- So what now?
- If I can't get through

the firewall?
I'm not sure.

What about bypassing it
all together

and directly accessing
the servers?

That would require going back
inside Rylatech.

- I could show you where to go.
- It's too risky.

Everyone in that building
knows your face.

Ms. Jacobs, do you still have
your employee ID card?

Yes, but it's been deactivated.

Besides, the locator chip

would tell security
exactly where I was.

Yes, I'm aware.

[Staticky voices, sounds]

She's not allowed
on the premises.

Let's go.

Up on the left.

[Growling]

Bear, stellen.

Stellen!
[Dog barking]

In here!

You're clear, Mr. Reese.

Let me know when you find
the server room.

We're in.

Now see if there's
a catalog server.

Catalog server?

Here.

Transmitter's installed.

He should have access.

Now I'm connected.

Let's see what we can find.

How are we looking, Finch?

I've found lots of high-level,
encrypted traffic

using a suspicious amount
of bandwidth.

We don't have much time here.

I'm working as fast as I can,
Mr. Reese.

Oh, that's interesting.

- What?
- Nothing.

I've located the end users
receiving the traffic.

- You mean the spies?
- Yes.

It appears that we may have
underestimated

the scale of the operation.

That's over half of our
senior-level employees...

in every department.

All this rerouted traffic
seems to be coming

from an unending number
of networks

belonging to... the government.

Military, banking institutions.

These are Rylatech clients.
But how--

Our routers and switches.

They've been compromised.
They have back doors.

The spies aren't spying
on Rylatech.

They're using Rylatech's
technology

- to spy on the entire country.
- My God.

Who are these people?

Mr. Reese, I fear that our own
spying has been detected.

You and Ms. Jacobs need to
get out of there, now.

I couldn't agree more, Finch.

Unh!

[Grunts]

Mr. Reese, are you okay?

We're fine.

But they've got operatives
inside the building.

They're communicating on
an internal SMS network

receiving messages from
a single location,

the office belonging
to Ross Haskell.

Where's Haskell's office?

This way.

Mr. Reese, there's something
you ought to know about Haskell.

His name's not on the list.

Haskell is not
one of the spies.

Oh!
[Gun cocks]

Drop your weapon, now!

Martin?

Martin!
You?

I know how this looks, Monica.

How it looks?

You're a murderer,
and a spy for China.

No! I'm just protecting what
I've spent my life building.

How could you do this?

Simple economics.
When the dot-com bust hit,

we were bankrupt.

A prime takeover target.

And then an opportunity
presented itself.

To save your company
by selling out your country.

Who the hell are you?

That doesn't matter.
He's right.

He's a fool.

The world has changed, Monica.

There is no value placed

on outdated notions
like patriotism anymore.

And companies like ours,

we have to constantly
look forward to the future

so that we can prepare
for what comes next.

And what's that?

Selling information
instead of protecting it?

Controlling it.

Because whoever controls
information

will control the future.

And what about what this
company supposedly stood for?

The great American
success story.

People love stories.

I believed it.

Of course.

And that's why you were
so good at your job

and why you could never
be trusted with the truth.

Just like Ross,

one of several victims

of a disgraced former employee

who broke in, shot him,

and then turned the gun
on herself.

Mr. Reese, I've alerted
the authorities,

and I've sent the evidence
to the FBI.

Your plan won't work.

The feds are on the way.
[Phone rings]

- Yes?
- Mr. Baxter.

Do you recall our discussion

the day we sealed
our arrangement?

Yes.

The time has come.

Your family
will be provided for.

I understand.

[Gunshot]
Oh! Oh! [Gasps]

Mr. Reese?
Mr. Reese?

We're okay, Finch.

They're all gone.

[Whistles]

[Dog barking]

[Phone ringing]

We couldn't do whatever
this is at our desks?

This? No.

[Beep]

[On tape] Did you give money
to Szymanski?

[On tape] Absolutely,
and he threw it in our faces.

He was clean,

and you got played by HR.
[Beep]

Beecher was trying to find out
who set up Szymanski.

It means he wasn't in on it,
Carter.

And that someone
in HR used him.

We need to get this
to IAB so they can--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, IAB?

Not like this was
a court-approved wiretap.

You wanted to know about
Beecher, now you know.

- I'd let it go.
- Let it go?

Fusco, do you know who gave
Beecher that tip?

You'd have to ask him.

Carter, Beecher could be walking
through a minefield.

I'd be careful before I go
and follow him.

He's carrying,
but he won't talk to me

unless he sees I'm fit to buy.

All right, when the deal's
done, I'll make the bust.

If it goes right,
you can keep half.

[Phone rings]

- Beecher.
- Hey. You busy?

On a job.

When you're done,
buy you a drink?

We need to talk.

Yeah, okay.

I'm in Washington Heights

but could meet you back
at the Eighth.

I'll wait for you.
[Click]

Hey, hey!

Donnie, what are you doing?

- Yo, let me get clear.
- Clear of what?

10-13, shots fired!
I repeat, shots fired!

[Phone rings]

- Carter.
- Detective,

it's urgent that we reach

Detective Beecher.
Is he with you?

No. Why?

Did you hear?
Officer in distress,

Washington Heights.

Washington Heights?
Cal!

Cal.

Come on, Carter.
Come on.

Shocking news
out of Rylatech today.

Police discovered the bodies
of CEO Martin Baxter

and VP Ross Haskell in an
apparent murder-suicide when--

Rylatech stock plunged
amid rumors of spies

within the company's ranks.

Federal investigators
have shut down operations

and ordered
all Rylatech products

at government sites
be immediately replaced.

Further inquiries are pending.

While we were off fighting
international espionage,

things have gotten worse
in our own backyard.

Whatever game Elias
is caught up in,

it grows more dangerous
every day.

Ms. Jacobs,
how are you doing?

Oh, not bad, considering

the company I devoted
the last ten years of my life to

is under federal investigation.

And, please, we breached
firewalls together.

Call me Monica.

So where will you go from here?

Ah, I've had
some offers come in.

Though the one
I'm most intrigued by

is from a company called IFT.

I think I've heard of them.

They're doing some interesting
things in CPU architecture.

Sounds like a good fit.
I wish you the best of luck.

Take care, Monica.

You too, Harold.

You're gonna miss her,
aren't you, Finch?

I would if I had time.

As it is, there's a matter
that we need to discuss.

The night we broke
into Rylatech,

I recognized
some of the encrypted code

in the spy's network.

It had a signature

similar to that virus
that Stanton uploaded.

I was able to crack the virus's
code and learn two things.

I'm all ears, Finch.

First, only a fraction
of the stolen data

made it
to the Chinese government.

The rest went to another
organization.

I believe they may have placed
the final call to Baxter.

I dug further, but all I could
come up with was a name--

Decima Technologies.

And the second thing?

Whoever Decima is,
I believe they created the virus

to find and infect
a single target...

the machine.

Unfortunately, we've had
to pull up stakes in Rylatech.

But, as expected,
the US is entirely focused

on China's involvement
and not ours.

Oh, one small wrinkle.
The breach of our

encrypted network appears to be

the work
of a single individual.

I shall do
everything in my power

to determine his identity
and render him irrelevant.

Our larger operation

is, of course,
still on schedule.

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