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Eight days ago, we launched an ARCSAT -7 satellite.

We picked this up in the third orbit.

This is over Peru.

Looks like a downed Huey, sir.

She was pairing a team from 7th Group on an anti -insurgent stop, commanded by

Captain James Ellison.

On March 14th, 88, their Huey disappeared en route to the landing

Did we send in a second team, sir?

No, we were subsequently advised that all rebel activity had ceased in that

area. The chopper crew and the team members, eight men in all, were reported

MIA.

They were presumed dead until we saw this.

Seven graves.

Was there a survivor?

We don't know.

Mathis, I want you to take your team, recover the bodies, and ascertain the

status of the eighth man.

Yes, sir.

One word of caution.

The locals claim that for the past 18 months, no one who has gone into that

jungle has ever come back out again.

I'll count it for you, sir.

With the exception of Captain Ellison.

Let's get the tough part over with.

All right.

Let's do it.

They could have killed us already if they wanted to.

Captain James Ellison, ODA 731.

You my relief?

Your relief?

We were ordered to contact the local tribes, organize a militia.

These men and I have held the Chopac Pass for 18 months.

Quite frankly, Captain, I'm kind of tired.

Eight dead, 21 injured.

Post office in Tacoma. A bridge on the Snohomish.

A ferry in the middle of Puget Sound.

And there's no reason to think he won't hit us again.

As a matter of fact, we're overdue.

We have to collar this guy before we lose another life.

And that's why I've asked your city to loan us investigators.

So welcome to Cascade.

We have seven kinds of rain here and 42 different ways of ordering coffee.

This is Lieutenant Carolyn Plummer. She has our technical support division.

The team's been working with major crimes on the case.

Lieutenant Plummer will be able to provide you with any computers,

or advanced forensic equipment you might require.

Any suspects, Captain?

We've had a few nutcases claimed to be our man, but we're not biting.

You'll find copies of the genuine article of correspondence in your

It's email.

Always sign the switch, man. But we can't be certain that we're only dealing

with one suspect.

None of this has been released to the media.

Why are all these letters addressed to James Ellison?

He's our lead investigator on the case.

The bomber seems to get some sort of perverse kick out of taunting him.

Well, can we talk to Ellison?

Jim's following a lead in some woods outside of Auburn.

An old lumber mill.

He's been on stakeout since last week.

Last week?

How often does he come in?

He doesn't.

Jim works in his own way.

He won't be in until he thinks it's over.

I'm here.

I put the team on standby.

There's a red Jeep Wrangler coming at you on a north access road.

One suspect only in the vehicle.

You should be making a visual any minute.

Copy that. I'll give it a green.

Out.

The suspect had entered the building.

Let's go.

This is the Cascade Police.

Exit the building on the north side with your hands behind your head.

He's not coming out.

Smoke him.

I saw him go in.

He left something for you.

Looks like somebody's got your number, Ellison.

Yeah, I know.

You smell that?

What? Gas.

How can you not smell it?

You guys smell anything?

No.

Jim, I'm not picking it up.

What's wrong with you?

There wasn't much more than a pile of sawdust left, but we've assisted

in pulling a few things of interest.

Fingerprints aren't likely, but we'll laser scan whatever debris looks

promising. There was a clean impression from the bike's tire. It's being run

through now for a maker's ID.

We also have a paint chip from the bike's fender.

What about the exploder? Same chemical signature as the previous blast, and

Allison's description of the timer fits as well.

Now, this is the most intriguing piece of evidence because it's personal.

I don't get it.

Why does the bomber have such a Jones for Ellison?

Look, I still think our best bet is tracing the bite. How long for that

chip and Ellison?

Couldn't get a make here. Gone to D .C. to check against the FBI's file.

Plummer, your department is sitting on $6 million worth of state -of -the -art

equipment financed by some of the biggest corporations in the country, and

still shipping to the Fed?

That's right. And unless some genius walks in here with an instant matter

transmitting device, it's still going to take three days.

All right, good work.

Probably the mayor wanting an update.

Go on, get out of here for a minute.

I don't like having an audience when I tap dead.

Yeah.

Sure, send him in.

Oh, by the way, did I hear the Sonics got pounded last night?

Yeah, well, why don't we just let it ride till the next time they play the

Blazers? Double or nothing?

Easy money.

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

Whew, stick at a dumpster all night, Jimmy?

My cousin sent me the new roast from his shop.

Something about Guatemalan mocha, Turkish dark, whatever the hell it was.

It all tastes like Maxwell House to me.

Hey.

Hey, Jim.

What's going on?

I need a leave of absence.

Are you nuts?

I don't know, maybe.

I ran a blood test to see if I'd been drugged, but I'm clean.

Hey, slow down. What drugs?

How else can I explain what happened to me out there, Simon?

I fell off the back of that bike because I was seeing things.

Look, you were stressed, okay? You heard something. You smelled some fumes. You

got dizzy. You fell off the bike. What, now you want a vacation?

Come on.

Is this the guy who toughed it out in the jungle for a year and a half?

Take a shower, get some aspirin, and go back to work.

Because right now, the only thing I want more than my divorce papers is an

arrest. Hey, this isn't a joke.

I've lost a prime suspect, Simon, and I don't even know how.

Joke's a good motivator, but don't take more than your share.

Air support lost him in the trees. The roadblock didn't snag him either.

All right.

Look, you can take the afternoon off.

See a couple of specialists if it'll make you feel any better, but that's all

the slack I can cut you, Jim.

Well, that's not enough.

I'm losing control of my senses, Simon. I don't know how else to describe it.

There's fear in the hell out of me.

All right, so let me get this straight.

This is all about you being scared?

So the switchman psyched you up.

He's going to make you fold.

All I know is I can't do my job this way.

So either you grant me a leave, or I'll take one.

Wendy's getting married again next week, so of course my mother is making the

wedding impossible.

My dad is practically living on his boat just to escape the madness.

He has already filled every freezer on the block, and Wendy says if she has to

gut one more salmon, the wedding is off.

What? Why are we here?

Dinner? My nose is getting cold.

We haven't had dinner together since last July.

I know. I just thought we should catch up.

Look, I liked your sister okay.

But right now I could give a rat's ass about the Plummer family newsletter.

I'm sorry.

I've asked you out. You always turn me down.

Why tonight?

Did Simon put you up to this? You're supposed to get me to go back to work.

that it?

No. Okay, yeah.

It won't work. I know. So don't bother. I won't.

Can I try a squat?

Hey, could you get me another one of these, please? Certainly, sir. Thank

No, Tim.

You're not the first cop who's ever lost an affect.

I don't want to talk about it. But if you did talk about it, maybe I could

you. So let's just drop it.

Sure. Why should I expect anything to be different? What's that supposed to

mean? Life's out, no one home.

If there is, how would I know?

I give up.

Good. Can I have my plate back? I'd like to eat my dinner now.

Home. I can get more out of my toaster.

He's choking.

What's wrong?

What the hell is in this? Urban paprika, I think.

Do you have a food allergy? No.

Maybe this is your cook's idea of a choke.

No, sir.

Look, I am a police officer. I will have this place closed down. Damn it. Now

you get me the manager.

Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

Jill. What? There's nothing in your food.

I don't know what's going on with you.

Just take care of yourself.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry.

Shut up, Jim.

You're only allowed one apology a night.

Maybe if you kissed me like that before, we'd still be married.

Steve Ellison.

I'm Dr. McKay.

Your name tag says McCoy.

Um, yeah, but the correct Gaelic pronunciation of my family name is

You have the results?

Of?

The tests?

Forget the tests.

You don't need medicine.

You need information.

What are you, an intern?

Go get the doctor for me, will you please? Just wait a second. Hear me out

Loud noises that shouldn't be loud. Smelling things that no one else can

Weird visual. Taste buds off the map, right?

That's all on my chart. Yeah, but I bet I can add one more thing. A hyperactive

tactile response.

A what?

Extra sensitive touchy -feely lately.

Hey, man, that's none of your business.

And who the hell are you anyway?

Hey, I'm no one, but this man, he is. The only one who can truly help you.

You're too far ahead of the curve for any of this techno trash.

You're a cop.

See the man.

Good afternoon, detective.

I have to tell you, I've scheduled some additional tests, but based on the

results we have so far, there doesn't seem to be any medical foundation for

complaints.

You lost your name tag.

Oh, so I did.

I'm Dr. McCoy.

Hey, notice how the war chant of the Yanomamo headhunters finds its echoes in

the cellars of Seattle.

I'm sure your dad used to say that stuff all the time about the stones.

You know, hey, turn that jungle music down.

You did.

So do I. You mind?

No, no.

Why are you in my face?

Oh, hey, look, I'm really sorry about all that Shakespeare stuff at the

hospital, but I just had to find some way to get you.

In my area here to talk.

So talk.

Okay, all right. Here, please.

Get your seat here.

Have a seat, man.

You see, there's this nurse that I've been, you know, tutoring at the med

center, and she saw your chart and...

She faxed it over to me, and when I read the thing, man, it was just like, bang,

holy grail time.

You're losing me, Chief.

Okay. My name is Blair Sandberg, and I'm working on my doctorate in

anthropology, and you just may be the living embodiment of my field of study.

I'm correct, Detective Ellison, you're a behavioral throwback to a pre

-civilized breed of man.

Are you out of your mind?

You dragged me all the way over here to tell me I'm some sort of caveman. Well,

maybe I was a little out of line with that caveman remark, but I mean...

you neo -hippie witch -doctor punk.

I can slap you off right now with larceny and false impersonation, and you

heading real quick into harassing a police officer.

And what's more, your behavior is giving me probable cause to shake this place

off the bottom when I got it. Oh, hey, Joe Friday, relax, okay?

Look, you mess with me, man, and you are never going to figure out what's up

with you.

Now I know about your time spent in Peru.

And it had got to be connected with what's happening to you now.

Let me just show you something here.

This is a monograph by Sir Richard Burton.

The explorer, not the actor.

It's over a hundred years old.

Anyway, the idea goes like this. In all tribal cultures, every village had what

Burton named a sentinel. Now this was someone who patrolled the borders.

You mean the...

scouts no no no more like a watchman you see the sentinel would watch for

approaching enemy change in the weather uh movement of game tribe survival

depended on him what's this got to do with me a sentinel is chosen because of

genetic advantage a sensory awareness that can be developed beyond normal

and now these senses are honed by solitary time spent in the wild. And at

Burton's monograph is disputed, and now it's basically forgotten. I mean, there

are certain manifestations today of maybe one or two hyperactive senses,

taste and smell. People work for coffee, perfume companies.

Oh, and in Vietnam, the Army long -range recon units that had to change their

diet to fish and rice because a con scout could smell a westerner by his

Right, right, exactly.

Now, I've got hundreds and hundreds of documented cases over here of one or two

hyperactive senses, but not one single subject with all five.

You could be the real thing.

The truth is, I don't remember much of anything about the jungle.

A year and a half spent in the bush, the sole survivor of your unit. I mean, I'm

no psychiatrist, but that sounds pretty damn traumatic to me.

And trauma tends to get repressed.

Let's say I buy this.

Why is this coming back now?

I don't know.

But you need someone who understands your condition.

What's the payoff?

My doctorate.

I want to write about you. You're my thesis.

I've had enough.

Well, just think about it, okay?

Oh, wait, there's one other thing I've got to warn you about.

Yeah, it's over in the north.

Sucks, man. What happened?

It's that thing I was trying to warn you about.

The zone out factor.

God almighty.

You all right? You just stepped right out in front of me. We're okay, man.

all right. Let's get out of here before I gotta answer a lot of questions. Let's

go. You mean, let?

As in we?

Yeah. Oh, great. I got some really specific ideas on how we could proceed

Come on, let's go. Come on.

What happened with the truck?

What'd you call it? Yeah, the zone out factor.

You see, it's suggested by Burton's research that when a sentinel's working

deal, he gets... Oblivious to the outside world, sort of like the blinders

on. Usually I had a partner along, someone to watch his back.

You mean like you?

Oh, yeah, beautiful, great idea, I'd love to.

Now, you ready for a little research?

No.

Why did I let you drag me down here? I want to get rid of this thing, not

out how it worked.

One, your abilities, which were once latent and then suppressed, have been

dredged up.

Translation, you are back online. And I even got a clue of how to turn them off.

Two... You're a detective with hyperactive senses.

You're a monster, man, a human crime lab with organic surveillance equipment.

What more could you want?

Control. That is what we're here for.

It's all about concentration.

Let's try a little test here.

Okay, all right. Oh, okay, great. Um, in the aisle behind us, there's a flower

cellar. See if you can smell the roses.

Stupid. Oh, come on. Now, this is a scent you should easily identify. Now,

give it a shot here.

Come on.

I feel like an idiot.

Hi, Blair.

Oh, hey. How you doing? Missed you at the meeting on Wednesday.

Yeah. Let me share your notes.

Maybe. Call me.

Hey, I think it's working.

80, fix that. 80, fix that.

See that blonde over there?

See if you can hear what she's saying about me.

Hey, I'm not helping you troll for co -eds, short eyes.

She's a TA, man. I'm clean. Now, come on. Let's go. Radar up.

Would you go out with him? Yeah, I'd go out with him. He's adorable.

But he's never asked me.

Well?

She thinks you're a dork.

Dork?

The switchman sent us the warning about two hours ago.

Disposal had a problem locating the bomb. We did a sound sweep and matched

audio signature of a timer identical to the one the switchman uses.

The explosive was hidden in a pedestal ashtray.

You put the charge in a wax casing, Captain.

What's that, patchouli oil?

Something like that. No wonder the dogs miss it. He's a clever son of a bitch.

There's something else.

I think the auntie's been up to it.

This charge is anti -personnel like an IRA nail bomb.

It's meant to frag people, and a lot of them.

Good job, Tiger.

You should thank Lieutenant Plummer. Her team found the bomb.

I don't understand it. The sound sweep should have picked up the second timer

well. That's the point. The second timer wasn't the same type. He hardwired

right into the station's lobby clock.

Jim. I've been looking for you all over the building. You okay?

Just wait a minute. I'm all right, too.

Thanks for asking.

I think the station was just a woman. This was in my email folder.

Dear Detective Ellison, today I bought my ticket. Tomorrow I ride to the end of

the line, the switchman.

The end of the line.

Tomorrow? Look, Jim, I'll need you back at work.

How long were you here on stakeout?

Four days.

Well, maybe that's why.

Why what?

The forest, the isolation, the danger of the hunt.

That could have kicked the Sentinel thing back up on you.

Yeah, maybe.

Okay, Sandberg.

Both forensics and explosives technicians have already been through

Try to concentrate.

You've got to learn how to turn things on and off.

Now, I'm just going to shut up and let you feel it out.

I can't see or hear anything that happened days ago.

Put your hands behind your back.

Put your hands behind your back.

Okay.

What's in your hands?

I don't know.

Ashes. Right.

Right. From what?

Uh, the right one is, um...

Kind of dry. Wood, maybe.

The other is different.

Oily. It's from plastic.

I never could have told the difference.

And a lab analysis? That takes time, man.

But you could be rolling on instinct here.

And I bet with a little practice, you could even tell what kind of wood.

What are you doing?

Documenting. Oh.

all I expected to find here. Hey, hey.

Yesterday, you're begging a doctor for a cure, and today you're complaining

because you can't make it work?

What?

What is it?

What is it?

How good are you at climbing trees?

It's right there in the crook of the limb.

Man, I am not in the mood to have my skull ventilated by some pissed -off

magpie.

Heads up. Heads up!

The bomber was wearing a blue watch cap when he went into the mill.

So maybe the hat was inside when the police blew.

And the bird found the pickings up in the beams where forensics missed them.

I mean, the nest isn't finished, which would definitely suggest that the time

frame could work there.

What?

Well, part of your job is walking into a place and trying to figure out what

happened there.

But so is mine.

It's just that my places are usually a few thousand years vacant.

What? What is it? You got something?

What? Yeah, it's, uh...

shampoo or, uh... Aftershave. No, no, no. It's more complicated.

It smells like, uh... What?

Jungle plants.

Can't keep this up.

I'm starting to get a headache.

I should run the evidence back to forensics. Could be some other fibers in

nest or hairs. No, no, no, no. See, I deal with labs, too, man, all the time.

And lab results take days.

You have hours.

Now, just look at the bright side. We've already been to three shops. We've only

got two to go.

Now, come on. Come on.

May I help you find something?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, wow. Did you know that that dress of yours resembles the ceremonial sarong

of the ancient... Detective Ellison, Cascade PD.

A suspect we need to identify. A maid purchased body oil and shampoo here.

Which fragrance?

I don't know.

I'd have to inspect them.

All of them?

Well, there are over 365 essential oils and extracts.

Well, why don't you start with sandalwood? That's what I'm wearing.

What are you doing?

Taking notes.

Sandberg.

What, you got it?

Not exactly.

It's this one.

But with this one and this one all mixed together.

Well, we do make special blends for customers.

Do you have a client list?

It's on the computer. I'll get you a printer.

Working pretty hard, aren't you?

Yeah, you know, common interests.

She's into Zuni fetishes.

What fetish? She has them in small carved figures, okay?

What's this?

Cinnamon bark?

Tropical rain purple orchid? Yeah, doesn't seem like anything a man would

does it? No.

Thank you.

Thanks.

What is it, another sensory thing?

No, no.

A memory thing.

Her name is Veronica Saris.

Her father served with me in my special forces unit. He died in Peru.

So she blames you and blows the hell out of Cascade just to make you look bad?

She had demolition experience in the Navy. She was discharged two years ago

account of mental instability.

She left Washington State Psychiatric Hospital eight months ago.

She's employed now as a tour guide. I've gotten a draft.

So what am I supposed to do here? Well, get me a warrant. What else?

On what evidence?

Because the detective smelled something on a piece of yarn he pulled out of a

bird's nest?

You know what, Jim?

I think you should take some time off.

Hey, well?

You said I need a vacation.

You're not going to do that, are you? No, but I am going to do some

Is this Cascade Harbor Tour?

Yeah, I need to locate one of your tour guides, Veronica Ferris.

Atta boy, Kojak. You're parked in a no -parking zone. You wait here. What? I

miss all the action? You're supposed to be my backup.

I am. But nothing.

You just wait here. If I'm not down here in ten minutes, you call 911.

I guess this means no video.

Come on!

We're captured, George.

I'm looking for Veronica Farris.

Veronica's with the other group. They just went down to the bottom.

Place your magazines.

Everybody out of the way.

Let's go. Thank you. Cooperate.

Did anyone answer the last question?

Captain, please, we need your car.

Hey, quick.

What are you going to do with it?

You can turn the light. Take the Green Street Bridge.

We're just close to repairs.

We'll take you 30 seconds. Drive to the bridge.

No, don't put me on hold.

Yeah, this is an emergency.

Get me Captain Banks.

I'm on the Green Street Bridge with the switchman.

This is the switchman.

Captain Banks, I'm patching the suspect through to you now.

Go ahead. I want to talk to the officer in charge.

This is Captain Banks.

No, I want the one that couldn't catch me.

Detective Ellison.

Where the hell's Ellison? I don't know.

Captain, SWAT's rolling, and I've got a bomb disposal unit on the way to the

bridge now.

Uh, can you just hold on for the line? Detective Ellison will be with you in a

minute.

Okay,

first the guns!

Put it down!

No.

Remember my message?

Dip at the end of the line.

I want to die.

And I want an arrest.

Put that down!

Where's the bomb?

Find it. Tell me!

You let him die.

You let them all die.

You left me alone.

Your father was my friend. I never hurt him. I tried to save his life, Veronica.

You've got to believe that.

Now, where's that bomb?

Take me.

Take me. Please.

Don't look.

Help me look for it. Don't look.

Listen.

Watch her.

Don't touch that door, driver. Don't be loud.

Okay, everybody.

Just relax, okay? We're going to get you out of here safe.

in for more than a little repaving here.

Good work, Jim.

I've been worried about you the past couple of days.

Glad you finally came to your senses.

So, can I make you dinner?

You don't cook.

I do now.

What time?

Oh, damn.

My watch fell off again.

It's on the rear floorboard of your car.

How could you possibly... I'll see you at 8.

Come on, Sandberg, give me the tape. It'll make my job a lot easier.

Come on, we can subpoena it for evidence anyway.

All right, but you've got to promise me you're going to give me it back. I'll

promise, I'll promise. You'll get your tape back, Sandberg. Wait a minute.

You know this guy?

Yeah. My new partner.

Partner?

Are you serious?

Every, uh, what's it called? Sentinel. Needs one. Isn't that what the book

Oh, excellent.

I thought this was going to be a thesis paper, but I think we're talking

bestseller here. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on, Darwin. Just slow down here. You're

not publishing anything for a while, okay?

Why not?

Because I don't want to be lowlife in town knowing I've got an edge.

Especially one I can barely control. You just keep this between us, you got it?

Hey, do I get a badge?

First, I got to find a way to clear it with the captain.

Then you're going to have to go through the academy, just like every other

cadet.

Cadet?

Wait a minute, man.

I am not cutting my hair.