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(ELECTRONIC VOICE) Near miss. Near miss.

Target not acquired, taking fire.

Near miss. Taking fire. Reload.

-Dude, you so suck! -This machine sucks! It's impossible!

You're hit. Game over.

Insert 50 cents to continue.

No way. You still owe me $3 for the tacos.

Screw it. You know what?

The damn thing's rigged to make you lose anyway.

(GUN FIRING)

Kill shot! Kill shot!

Target destroyed! Kill shot!

Kill shot! Kill shot! Bonus level! Kill shot!

Kill shot! Kill shot!

High score.

Mission accomplished.

You are the new high scorer.

BOY: So, you're telling me if we sign up now,

you can guarantee us we go to Hawaii?

Let's just say, you sign an open contract,

I will bust my ass to get you any duty station you want.

Hawaii, Italy,

Spain...

Iraq?

I ain't gonna lie to you, boys. Iraq might be a problem.

What with boot camp, SOI, follow-on schools.

We're talking over a year and a half of training.

Iraq will pretty much be over by the time you boys graduate.

Sorry.

You were talking about wanting to go there, right?

-Yeah. -Yeah, sure.

Truth is most Marines don't see combat.

I mean, look at me. Been in the corps 16 years.

Closest I've ever come to a bullet is...

(GROANS)

(AMBULANCE SIREN BLARING)

All right.

So what happened next?

(OFFICERS CHATTERING)

DUCKY: If it's any consolation, Gibbs,

Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez's death was almost instantaneous.

CO's on the way down here, Duck. Can we move him yet?

We can't place him on the gurney until we take pictures,

and Gerald has the camera and he's nowhere to be found.

Can we hurry it up?

I don't think Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez would appreciate being seen like this.

-You knew the man? -No.

But if it's any consolation, Gunny, Gibbs is the absolute best we got.

DUCKY: My assistant, on the other hand...

Excuse me. But that's the problem today, isn't it?

Yeah, the technological advances of the so-called Internet generation,

with their MP3 players, their iPods and video games.

Spinning themselves into a self-induced state

of Attention Deficit Disorder.

They're barely absorbing one cluster of information,

before the next one strikes their fancy.

GIBBS: DiNozzo, where's my bullet?

Hopefully in this box or the wall behind it.

Got your knife on you, boss?

Rule number nine, never go anywhere without a knife.

Never go anywhere without a knife.

You sure about that?

I thought nine was never ask a girl her weight on a first date.

Well, that depends entirely on if you want a second one or not, Tony.

GIBBS: What do you got, Kate?

Well, the kids can't tell us much

except for where Alvarez was sitting when he was popped.

Several people reported hearing a gunshot

around 1300, but no eyewitnesses.

I bet you had no problem getting dates wearing one of these, Gibbs.

Dating was not exactly my problem in the corps, DiNozzo.

-What'd the LEO say? -It might be gang-related.

Alvarez had a couple run-ins with the locals.

Last month they threw a cinder block through the window here.

Well, if it was gangbangers, they're packing serious heat.

It went straight through the sheetrock

into what looks like some kind of toy warehouse?

GIBBS: Give me my knife back.

You two better get moving.

Don't come back without my bullet.

You think he'd let me borrow his uniform for a weekend?

I don't know. I just hope I'm there when you ask him.

Where on earth did he put the gurney?

I swear, if he's lost inside that MP3 again...

I got the rest of those photos that you asked for.

And Gibbs said that he wanted Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez out quick,

so I staged the gurney near his body.

Did you ever play with one of these as a kid?

Do I look like the doll type, Tony?

Well, maybe if you smiled more and did something with your hair.

-CARL: Can I help you? -Oh, yes.

-We're with NCIS. -It stands for...

Naval Criminal Investigative Service, yeah.

Yeah, I'm Carl. AWM.

-Assistant Warehouse Manager. -You've heard of us.

I watch Forensic Files on Court TV.

They profiled a case your department did a few years ago.

-Really? -Yeah. You guys couldn't solve it.

So they brought in the FBI and those guys...

I don't have cable, Carl.

We're here on official business.

Oh, about the murder next door?

Not that we know it's a murder yet, but from all preliminary indications

it appears that it's probably...

Bullet went through the common wall into your warehouse.

We need to forensically trace its trajectory.

Not a problem.

You gonna use the laser pointer, or the more outdated string technique?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

-Major D ougherty? -Yes? y

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

Five months in Iraq, I didn't lose a single man.

What can you tell me about the Gunnery Sergeant?

Well, he was a legend.

A career recruiter who never missed a quota.

Any ideas?

We've had some trouble with gangs in the neighbourhood.

Vandalism, mostly.

They don't like it when the kids around here

choose a career over hanging out on street corners.

What about complaints filed from the kids he did recruit?

-We had a few. -I'll need to see those.

-Not a problem. -The real ones, Major.

The ones that tend to surface when you don't make your quota.

Hell, if it helps you find his Killer,

I'll give you his whole damn filing cabinet, Agent Gibbs.

All right.

Where the hell is the bullet? It's like it just disappeared.

I'm gonna need you on your knees over here, Kate.

-It's time to get dirty. -What?

We have to sweep the floor for marks. It may have lost velocity and dropped.

Right. I knew that.

That's not how they do it on CSI.

You really need to get off that couch more, Carl.

Was there a pallet or a display, like, right around here,

say, 1:00 this afternoon?

Carl!

Yeah. It went out about an hour ago.

It was a load of dolls heading for Richmond.

Can you contact the driver?

Sure.

Good, 'cause we got a new address for drop off.

GIBBS: A little present for you.

(THUDDING)

KATE: Okay, what is it?

Seven years' worth of Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez's

personal and professional correspondence.

It's sorted by category.

-Which are? -Gonna leave that part of it up to you.

Oh, come on, Gibbs. At least tell me what I'm looking for?

Same thing we're all looking for, Kate. A murderer.

Why didn't I take the damn dolls?

TONY: Is there a reason you pulled all their heads off, Abby?

It's so we know that we've checked them.

Yeah, but the one with the round in it was sitting practically on top.

You emptied the entire box.

Well, it was kind of fun.

And they're naked.

I am about to perform my first autopsy.

Gerald. To Abby, please.

-Does Ducky know you do that? -Hey, Gibbs.

I was just about to run this through the ballistics lab.

Good, because when you're done,

I want to see that mock-up of the trajectory on the computer.

And I'm gone.

-GIBBS: Why are all these dolls naked? -Don't look at me, boss.

Must be a Goth thing.

It definitely wasn't a pistol, Gibbs.

-7.62 millimetres. -A rifle.

The problem is I can't tell which kind.

Hopefully I can look it up on the plates.

GIBBS: Then why don't you start with what it's not, Abby?

Well, I know it's not an AK-47.

There's lots of those floating around D.C.

The grooving's all wrong.

Without knowing the exact make of the rifle,

I'm going on guess work,

but I think it explains why there's no eyewitnesses.

Every rifle has a certain range

where they experience maximum penetration power.

It has to do with the ammo load, the length of the barrel,

and the rifling.

We know our round went through a Marine,

ricocheted off an office chair, through a box, a sheetrock wall,

and ended up in our doll's head.

There's no way that shot came from just outside the window

or even across the street.

(BEEPING)

The shooter was long-range. Really long-range.

Our shooter's a sniper.

KATE: Relax your hand,

or you're never going to get it in your mouth.

TONY: I'm trying, but this thing's too damn slippery.

You're never going to impress a girl that way.

Oh, whatever.

Just promise me the next time we decide to do this, Kate,

make sure that they

don't forget the forks.

(SIGHS)

(LAUGHS)

No one likes a show off.

Screw this. Got any soup?

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

GIBBS: That had better not be mine, DiNozzo.

Gibbs ordered soup?

Great.

If it's any consolation it's not very good.

-Whose chow mein? -Tony's.

Good.

So, anything interesting in Alvarez's complaint file?

Well, it seems he had a gift for exaggerating

the opportunities available in the Marine Corps.

You'll like this one, boss.

One guy wanted to be a paramedic,

so Alvarez guaranteed him the corps would train him to save lives.

(CHUCKLES)

What's wrong with that?

The Marine Corps doesn't have medical personnel.

-They're all Navy. -GIBBS: Technically, he is correct.

I mean, Marines do save lives,

mostly through the use of superior firepower.

Well, that's pretty much his M.O. The bait and switch.

This kid wanted to be a pilot.

Alvarez told him that he'd be sitting in a cockpit by his second year.

-Plane mechanic? -Close. Ejection seat technician.

-Any of them contain threats? -No. Not yet at least.

You know, come to think of it, you never told us why you enlisted, boss.

(PHONE RINGING)

That's because it's personal.

Gibbs.

You think his recruiter told him a fast one?

- doubt it. “Why?

Can you imagine someone lying to Gibbs and getting away with it?

Yep.

That's our authorisation for the building Abby thinks the sniper fired from.

DiNozzo, you're with me.

-What about me? -Nope.

You need to see if there's a murderer hiding in that stack of files.

Good luck.

Alone, eating Chinese food again.

What a refreshing change, Kate.

Well, it's a nice neighbourhood.

A couple of coats of paint,

maybe a bulldozer.

You're looking at the reason Alvarez made quota every month.

Actually, I think I'm looking at vomit.

He was trying to give these kids a real chance to get out of here.

The problem is,

some of them were too young or ignorant to realise it.

Maybe, but you gotta admit he had a unique approach.

-You got a key? -Right here.

The thing is stuck.

Give me a try.

Hey, DiNozzo, kind of reminds me of your apartment.

Except for that minty-fresh urine smell.

For your information, I have a maid now.

You can afford a maid?

It's amazing what you can do when you don't have to pay three alimonies.

Oh, this doesn't make any sense.

Sure this is the wall facing the recruiting station?

Yeah. Northeast.

Abby's trajectory's gotta be wrong.

How could a guy fire from here? There isn't even a window.

I don't know.

That's what we're gonna find out. Let's get busy.

"Minty-fresh urine smell."

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Well, I don't know what we got, but I'm done.

-Gibbs? -DiNozzo!

-Hey, you got your knife? -Rule number nine,

-never go anywhere... -Yeah, yeah. Just testing you.

Seeing if you were paying attention.

What exactly are we looking for here?

This right here.

Okay.

Let's bag it.

-Oh, boy, we got a major problem. -What do you see?

A shooter who is highly intelligent and methodical.

Out of a thousand bricks in this wall,

he only removed the one he needed.

(YAWNING)

(PHONES RINGING)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

-Did you have fun last night? -Oh, yeah.

Got in around 4:00 a.m. and filed evidence for another hour.

-Really? Was Gibbs with you? -Oh, God!

Thanks for reminding me. I'd better call and make sure he's up.

-Hey. You're late. -And a good morning to you, sir.

Kate, you get those files sorted?

Looks like we might have had our Gunny figured wrong.

These aren't complaints.

They're letters thanking him.

He kept in touch with a lot of his recruits even after graduation.

The middle ones are mostly bitching and moaning

along the lines of last night.

And these are the two that stood out.

This one sounded the most promising.

I'll say.

This guy is threatening to cut off Alvarez's head, and then...

Yeah. He's dead. Six months ago in Iraq.

This one is our best bet.

Sergeant Aaron Barnes.

He claims that Alvarez told him that if he signed up for a six-year hitch,

he'd qualify for the Marine Enlisted Commissioning Programme.

Listen, son. You want to be an officer someday,

you've got to show the Marine Corps that you're committed.

Between you and me, nothing shows commitment like a six-year hitch.

Hell, I can even see myself saluting you some day.

Turns out Barnes' high school GPA

wasn't high enough to qualify for MECEP,

and when he found that out, he wanted to break his contract.

That's not gonna happen.

Yeah, and when that got shot down, he fired off a personal letter to Alvarez

promising to look the Gunny up again when his contract was up.

That's not exactly a death threat.

Well, his contract's up this year. But here's the kicker.

Two years ago he was selected for sniper school

and he was so good that they brought him back as an instructor.

He's there now.

Let's roll.

Did you have any of that shrimp last night?

How could I? You shoved them all in your mouth.

Consider yourself lucky.

(GUN FIRING)

Adjust your mil scale!

You're shooting up-slope with a variable 10-knot wind!

Close doesn't count in combat, Corporal.

Even a half-inch off your mark,

your target gets the opportunity to live and return the favour.

CORPORAL: Yes, sir!

Sergeant Barnes?

(GUN CONTINUES FIRING)

Stand by, gentlemen.

MEN: Yes, Sergeant.

Special Agent Gibbs, Todd, DiNozzo. NCIS.

What can I do for you, sir?

We want to talk to you about Gunnery Sergeant Freddy Alvarez.

I guess he couldn't get away with it forever.

What?

Promising things he knew he could never deliver on, sir.

The thing is, we're not here to talk about his recruiting methods.

-He was killed yesterday. -Shot by a sniper.

How many people can make that shot?

600 metres, through glass. Down angle.

You think it's me.

I can't believe he kept this letter.

You've got to believe me, sir.

-It's not what you think. -It never is.

Where were you, Sergeant, yesterday, between noon and 14007?

Individual PT, sir.

I ran the loop around Lunga Reservoir.

-Can anyone corroborate that? -Corporal Stenson.

We work out together every Wednesday.

-Where's the corporal now? -Running a Land Nav class in the field.

I can have him call you when he gets back.

I've got a better idea.

Why don't you give me his grid coordinate

and a map?

KATE: You sure you know where you're going?

I used to do this for a living.

TONY: They had maps back then?

Number one rule if you're lost,

you're gonna find a mountain and shoot a back azimuth off it.

-Yes, Corporal. -Corporal Stenson?

You two work out the next azimuth.

-I'll be up with you in a minute. -Yes, Corporal.

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

What's up, sir?

You and your people working on some Land Nav?

Among other things.

Did you PT with Sergeant Barnes yesterday afternoon?

Yes, sir, every Wednesday between noon and 1400.

-What'd you do? -We...

We were running the obstacle course, ma'am.

Here it is, okay?

Gunny Alvarez lied to me.

It pissed me off so I wrote him that stupid letter.

But joining the Marine Corps

is the best thing that ever happened to me.

It's 68 degrees in here, Sergeant.

You hot?

Or do you always sweat this much?

I am not a murderer, sir.

You'll excuse me if I don't take your word for it.

My contract was up the end of this year, sir.

Why would I re-enlist for another six years

if I hated the Marine Corps?

Maybe you just enjoy being a sniper.

Get a thrill out of the fact

that your target is totally unaware of your presence.

Their lives in your hands.

You choosing the exact moment you plan to end it.

Do you think that Alvarez

felt those crosshairs lining up on his chest?

I didn't shoot him, sir.

Next time drive a little faster, Tony.

I think my glands still have an ounce of adrenaline left.

Responsible crime scene investigation demands a timely arrival, Kate.

Yeah, well, it would help if the investigators didn't puke all over it.

It brings back memories.

-Memories of what? -Marriage.

TONY: A second Marine recruiter was killed

while Sergeant Barnes was in custody.

Why are we still holding him?

Not telling the truth. I just don't know about what.

KATE: Well, he could have a partner. Snipers like to use spotters.

Why don't we see if these two shootings are even connected?

Boss, are you expecting company?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

GIBBS: The victim was a Marine.

That puts it in our jurisdiction, Agent Kramer.

Maybe, but the second shooting is in Maryland

which puts it across state lines and in ours.

-According to who? -The director of the FBI.

Oh, is he here somewhere?

Look, if you pull your people back,

I promise you'll get copies of everything we find.

-And if I don't? -Well, I wouldn't worry about that.

You'll be receiving a call from your director any minute now.

And one more thing, Agent Gibbs, Fornell warned me about you.

Do not try and remove the body.

TONY: You're not still using laser.

They're still using laser.

Maybe they didn't get the memo.

You didn't get the memo, did you?

DOJ memorandum. 12 August.

Ballistic laser calibration devices? The health warning?

May lead to impotence?

Maybe he doesn't have to worry about that anymore.

We can get the trajectory, no problem.

Competition's gonna be for the bullet.

DUCKY: I don't think the unfortunate Staff Sergeant Allen

is going to be of much use there.

The bullet passed clean through.

Then I suggest we help our good friends, the FBI, find it.

-Tony, make a hole. -Scalpel.

Kate, find the bullet.

I know you find the departmental turf wars as tedious as I do.

Well, people of serious intent

should never allow the frivolous to deter them

from the pursuit of justice, should they?

Don't you think?

(ALL CHATTERING)

I've got the secondary bullet hole, boss!

All right, we'll take it from here.

Oh, no. I'll wait for my boss.

He's the good-looking guy with all his hair.

Tony, I'll handle this.

FREEMAN: What, you still haven't heard from your director yet?

No, and until we do,

that bullet in the wall behind us belongs to NCIS.

Well, from where I'm standing, you're a little outnumbered.

Well, from where I'm standing, I'm not real worried about it.

All right, listen, Gibbs, I don't have time for this bull!

Will somebody please get me the damn NCIS director on the phone?

Well, that may be a bit of a problem since Thursday is his golf day.

Listen, I am not fooling around anymore, Gibbs.

I'm not either. The man has a mean handicap.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Yeah. Gibbs.

(CHUCKLES) Kate's got the bullet, boss.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

It won't happen again, sir.

Looks like you win this one.

Don't get used to it.

Don't take it personally, Gibbs. We all have our orders.

Listen, when you see Fornell,

you say hi for me.

My pleasure. You have a nice day now.

Hathcock.

KATE: Who's Hathcock?

Carlos Hathcock. A Marine sniper legend.

Thirty-nine confirmed Kills in Vietnam.

What's that got to do with the pigeon feather?

It's not a pigeon feather.

Look. Shaft's too small.

Okay. That white bird feather.

TONY: VC nicknamed Hathcock after the small white feather

he kept in the band of his hat.

-History Channel? -His biography.

(CHUCKLES)

You read his biography?

I watched his biography on the Biography Channel.

So, you think it's somehow connected to the shooter?

Don't know.

If we find another one of these that matches it

in Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez's office.

We'll strip search the roaches, boss.

You realise what this means, if it is some kind of a calling card?

Yeah.

It means he likes to meet the recruiter before he kills him.

The second bullet's in way better shape than the first.

Some of the rifling patterns are matching up

like the Glam Slam Techno Twins.

Oh, sorry! Wrong generation.

Think the Andrews Sisters.

Going back a little far there, actually.

So I don't have enough to be 100% certain that it's the same gun,

but I am 100% sure it's the same model.

Did you backtrack the shooter's location yet?

Looks like our shooter might be mobile.

Following the trajectory in reverse,

there isn't a building or a structure

that makes any sense as a shooting position.

There's only road.

The shooter fired from a car?

Or a truck, or a van.

KATE: What's up?

This whole sensitivity-to-women- in-the-workplace thing backfired.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the way we divide our tasks.

I always get the floor. Up close and personal, floors are scummy.

It's no big deal, Tony. I would have done it.

(LAUGHING)

-But you didn't. -Floors are scummy.

My point exactly.

You would never volunteer to take the floor.

I would have to suggest it.

And then I would be met by lots of comments

about my chauvinism and insensitivity.

(CHUCKLES) I don't need a floor for that.

Cute, but my point is in order for me to be p.c.,

I gotta take the floor.

-You want me to take the floor? -You're just saying that to humour me.

No, you have a point.

And if it bothers you that much, I'll take the floor. I insist.

Thanks.

No problem.

(LAUGHS)

I've been here for three hours

without anybody telling me what's going on.

You'll be here another three hours if that's what it takes.

Takes for what, sir?

-You said you weren't charging me. -Not yet.

What did Corporal Stenson say when you found him?

That you two were PTing yesterday.

And that's exactly what I told you, sir.

Yeah, you did, Sergeant.

Running the Lunga Reservoir loop between noon and 1400.

A long route, about nine miles.

Yes, sir.

So how come Corporal Stenson doesn't remember making it?

You don't have an alibi, Sergeant.

Whether you're the shooter or not,

you lied during a criminal investigation.

Hey, let's discuss those charges.

Rachel Hauser.

What was that?

Rachel Hauser, sir.

When and where?

Noon to 1400.

Motel. Just outside the main gate.

Does Rachel Hauser have a phone number?

Sir, my wife,

she doesn't know.

I'm just checking an alibi, Sergeant.

The rest is between you and her.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez must have recruited the cleaning crew,

because they obviously haven't been here in a while.

Maybe it blew away after the first time we swept.

A feather's light.

A slight breeze could have taken it across the room.

Nah, it'd have to be a pretty strong breeze.

There's no cross-ventilation in here.

Ventilation.

KATE: Are we still thinking this guy is in the military?

Something tells me you don't believe it.

It's the profile.

This feather is our shooter's calling card. It's like a signature.

TONY: But a white feather for all we know

could mean he has a Forrest Gump fixation.

Well, it doesn't matter if other people know what the feather means.

He knows.

I just think this guy's living in a fantasy world,

and I can't picture him functioning

in some highly organised military environment.

So you think he's ex-military, like the Beltway sniper?

Possibly. But why target only Marine recruiters?

Because they turned him down.

This guy isn't military. He's a wannabe.

Now that fits the profile.

How many people do the Marines turn down every year?

Thousands.

And by the time we get a chance to check them out,

this guy's gonna shoot again.

If he continues this pattern, we have less than 24 hours.

Then maybe it's time we got more proactive.

DOUGHERTY: And our heartfelt prayers and wishes

go out to the families of Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez,

and Staff Sergeant Allen.

We are continuing to work with law enforcement

to bring the person or persons responsible to justice.

Will the Marine Corps suspend recruiting?

Never.

Marines don't run from danger.

This recruitment office will reopen tomorrow morning,

manned by one of our finest, Gunnery Sergeant Thomas.

How do you feel about being selected for this assignment, Gunnery Sergeant?

I wasn't selected, sir.

I volunteered.

(PHONE RINGING)

GIBBS: Welcome to the Marines, Kate.

-Kate's gonna be your CO? -That's the plan.

I didn't realise Kate knew so much about being a Marine.

Kate doesn't know squat about being in the Marines.

She doesn't have to.

I won't be interacting with the recruits, Tony.

I'll just be there to focus on how they interact with Gibbs.

One of them might be our sniper.

You're not the only one around here who knows how to profile.

Maybe.

But with that haircut, you wouldn't pass for an ROTC student.

The vest is gonna hardly even show underneath this. Need your ribbons.

What do we hear back from the FBI?

TONY: Besides Agent Freeman's extreme dislike for you?

They'll cooperate, but he's not too keen on the visible part.

Our shooter isn't a moron.

If he doesn't see police and FBI presence in the neighbourhood,

he's going to think something's wrong.

Yeah, I have a problem with that part too, boss.

What's the point in setting a trap if he knows about it?

Part of a sniper's mission is to infiltrate enemy territory.

Our guy wants to prove himself, validate his skills.

He's not gonna pass up an opportunity like this.

-What if he succeeds? -He won't.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but, you actually make that look good.

Thanks.

Have you tried yours on yet?

-Try what? -Gibbs said you'd be in uniform, too.

He did?

Gibbs gets Dress Blue Charlies,

I look like one of the Village People.

(LAUGHS)

Maybe you can find a local cop and get a dance routine going.

(LAUGHING)

ABBY: How you doing?

I'm hardwiring the main microphone to the DSL line now.

I already got the other two on a wireless relay.

There we go.

TONY: You know, if this works, Abs, you're a genius.

Oh, Tony. Tell me something I don't know.

I once dated my high school music teacher.

Really? What was his name?

Cute.

Okay, all mikes are operational. I'm set here.

All right. I'm coming down now.

You're a macho, macho man, Tony.

The new window looks good.

Yes, it does.

How does it feel to be back in uniform, Gunny?

It's a little tighter than I remember.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

-So, you really think this will work? -I don't know.

If it doesn't, no sense worrying about it.

Spoken like a true Marine.

-Good morning, Captain. -Major.

Gibbs.

-I mean, Gunny. -Kate.

Cover's off inside.

You're looking good.

These are out of order.

I spent an hour trying to get it right.

It's okay. A common newbie mistake.

DOUGHERTY: Maybe I should take her place.

Your whole plan rests on

this guy believing that you're both Marines.

We have it under control, Major. She'll do fine.

Well then, I'll just stay and help out.

There's nothing wrong with another set of eyeballs.

Not a good idea.

The best thing you can do is leave this to us.

I lost two of my men to this psycho.

You really think I'm passing up on a chance for payback?

Major, your mission is to protect our country.

Our mission right now is to protect you and your Marines.

Allow us the honour of doing our job.

Good luck, Gunnery Sergeant.

Captain.

(SIREN BLARING)

Comm check.

Loud and clear. Over.

Hear you fine, Tony.

Crystal.

Comm's up, Gibbs.

Now for the hard part. Waiting.

You really think we're going to get any potential recruits today?

Yeah.

A man was murdered here three days ago.

Who'd choose today to decide to join up?

A Marine.

-Good point. -Get ready to profile.

(DOOR OPENS)

Can I help you?

What are you doing? Giving away free Xboxes in there?

That's the tenth kid this morning.

He's really good at this. I'm even thinking of signing up.

What about potential snipers?

-You'll be the first to know. -No, Gibbs will.

Just tell me he's still wearing his vest.

-He said it was visible under his shirt. -l knew it.

If that sniper doesn't kill him, I will. Of all the stupid, idiotic things.

GIBBS: You realise we have an office in Richmond.

Why drive all the way down here to see a recruiter?

Well, I was watching the news, I thought I'd check it out.

The sniper doesn't scare you?

Well, I figure he's shooting recruiters, not recruits, right?

So you'd drive all the way here to see if I get shot or not?

DELIVERY MAN: If I could get a signature?

No problem.

See you later.

Good luck to you.

Thanks.

(SIREN BLARING)

Look, it's 4:30. I think this guy's a no-show.

The last two attacks were between noon and 2:00.

So I say we call it a day, Agent DiNozzo.

TONY: Negative.

Office isn't supposed to close for another 30 minutes.

If we close early, it'll look suspicious.

What do you think, Kate?

I think you have at least one more day as a human target.

Hello. Gunnery Sergeant Alvin Thomas.

-How can I help you today, son? -Yeah, I don't know.

I've been thinking about it a little, I guess.

You got some pamphlets or something?

Right here.

The Marines offer a wide variety of choices.

What kind of things interest you? Sit down.

Not sitting around in an office like this.

Can't say that I blame you.

You interested in something more active?

Yeah.

You seem like a combat arms kind of guy to me.

Artillery?

Combat engineers?

Infantry?

Sniper teams?

Yeah.

I don't know. Like I said, I'm not really sure.

I just...

Maybe I should come back.

I'll be here.

Tony, the kid who just left.

6'4", blond hair, black jacket and jeans.

Early 20s. We think he might be our man.

He was already here.

Forget the kid, Tony!

The sniper is the water delivery guy! I repeat! The sniper...

(GASPS)

The mikes picked up the shot.

I'm triangulating now.

Got him! He's at the merchant building on the corner of 6th and K.

- Tenth floor. -Right there.

The building has an alley in the back.

It's the most likely exit from where he's positioned.

On it.

Go get him, Tony.

We'll take the southern entrance.

Federal Agent, drop the weapon!

Drop it! Drop it!

Drop the weapon!

(CAR DOORS CLOSING)

Hey!

(GUNS FIRING)

Thank you, Agent DiNozzo. We'll take it from here.

AGENT: Hey, back me up.

Secure the weapon.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

Hey.

We got our guy. FBI is taking the credit, of course.

Kate, where's your cover?

What?

KATE: Kyle Hendricks, 22.

Rejected by Sergeant Gordon Mackenzie, 11 August, 2002,

at the Rockville recruiting centre.

He failed the personality profile assessment.

Sociopathic tendencies with anti-social behaviour.

His stated goal for joining the Marine Corps,

wanted to be a Marine sniper.

Yeah, well, you got to admit, he was one hell of a marksman.

DiNozzo.

TONY: Captain.

So, what was it like?

-What like? -Being his superior officer.

You mean, did I get to boss him around?

Make him salute me? Call me "ma'am"?

-Basically. -It was great.

(LAUGHING) You're lying.

Am I?

You know, Abby said you looked really good in your uniform, too.

-Did she? -Yeah.

She said you'd fit right in with the biker boy,

and the Indian chief, the cowboy, and all the other macho, macho men!

(KATE LAUGHS)