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General Lenkov's entire family

was struck down by a drone strike.

And he blames America.

This terror event is imminent.

Based on intel from Agent Scola in the field,

the C-4 is likely to be used in New York City.

Nina's the mother of his baby.

He has a right to know that she got shot.

Scola is working undercover. I don't think it's a good idea.

What the hell is going on?

I was just trying to protect you.

You do not get to make that decision.

I actually do. That is my job.

How do you feel? What about the baby?

I felt him kicking.

- I love you. - I love you too.

This is Sittenfeld.

Starboard engine?

No, that's a definite MEL.

Let's ground it. Alert Ramstein we'll be delayed.

And ping the contractor from Boeing.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Colonel? Colonel, are you there?

Synced & corrected by -robtor- www.addic7ed.com

- Hey, how was the ultrasound? - Fine.

Uh, the doctors are running a few more tests to be sure,

but Nina and the baby are doing okay,

despite everything that went down in Rome.

I still can't believe that really happened.

It was really close, Tiff.

Yeah, I know.

But like you said, they're both okay.

They got lucky.

Agent Ward, OSI. I've been detailed to assist.

Hey. I'm Agent Wallace. This is Agent Scola.

We understand you have a missing colonel.

John Sittenfeld, deputy commander of 112th Airlift Wing

at Steward Air National Guard Base.

At 2230, he leaves that bar,

takes a call from his crew chief.

He was on the line when someone attacked him...

been MIA ever since.

We found his phone by his car.

This is the car.

Okay, we'll need that phone sent to 26 Fed.

On its way.

The colonel oversees critical missions

that support our warfighters.

SECDEF is obviously very concerned

and wants this resolved as soon as possible,

so whatever you need, just ask.

Any witnesses?

A few folks heard the commotion,

but no one who bothered to get out of bed.

What about surveillance video?

No external cameras in the immediate vicinity.

Okay. Anything inside the bar?

Manager's on his way.

Yeah, he was here...

alone, for once.

Usually brings a girl or finds one.

But not last night?

No.

Romeo got someone's attention, though.

A tough guy.

Got right up in his face too.

Okay. Any idea why?

No, I didn't really hear what they were saying.

Do you have cameras?

Yeah, right behind the bar.

We keep it concealed, otherwise customers get antsy.

All right, folks, so Colonel Sittenfeld

has been missing for almost 12 hours,

and we all know the odds do not improve from here,

so we should all be digging for leads, yeah?

Any update on the ransom?

No, and it seems unlikely... no wife, no rich uncle.

He lives off a government salary,

which we all know is not worthy of a kidnapping.

All right, where are we with the surveillance of the bar?

Yeah, scrubbing it now.

Ok, Sittenfeld arrives at 9:12 p.m.,

drains a $20 cocktail, keeps to himself, until this.

Are there any interactions before this?

Uh, no, none.

All right, so it seems like a prior grievance.

Any luck with facial rec?

Let's see.

Got a match.

Derek White, 32.

- He's air force too. - Uh, used to be.

Looks like Mr. White was discharged

for striking an officer two months ago.

Okay. Any connection with our victim?

Well, they didn't serve together, far as I can tell.

White was special ops while the colonel worked logistics.

Whoa, hang on.

White's wife is the colonel's adjutant assistant.

They definitely text back and forth quite a bit,

and there's definitely lots of heart emojis

and romantic banter.

Pulled this off the colonel's phone.

Looks like they're more than just friends.

Hmm. Let's get a warrant.

Yeah.

Derek White, FBI!

We need to talk!

Open it.

Stand back.

FBI!

Buh, buh, buh. Sit down.

Sit down!

Where's the colonel?

What colonel?

Don't play dumb.

We know about the affair with your wife,

and we know you went to the bar last night

to confront him about it.

- So tell us what happened. - Nothing happened.

I didn't do a damn thing to the colonel.

We had some words, that's all.

Then I came home.

Well, we have you on camera

having a little bit more than words.

Wha...

Look, the guy... the guy was screwing my wife, all right?

I was upset. I was real upset, so I roughed him up a bit.

And I waited outside the bar for him.

I was gonna light his ass up.

But then I got sober, and I realized

that there was no point, all right?

I already burned down enough of my life.

So I took off.

Look, I'm telling the truth. I didn't touch Sittenfeld.

Then who did?

I don't know who did, I...

look, there was a van outside that was parked near the bar.

Lights were off, but it looked like the engine was still running.

What was the make, model, color?

It was blue and a Kia, maybe.

And it had a hippie sticker, the peace sign.

Okay.

A peace sign? Really?

That's an odd detail for a lie.

Let's scrub traffic cams and see if Derek's story checks out.

All signs point to yes.

This is from an intersection three blocks from the restaurant.

Wait, stop right there.

Pull up that rear bumper.

Looks like Derek was telling the truth.

Yeah. I'm running the plate.

Car is registered to a James and Eliza Van Epps,

both in their 70s.

According to Facebook, currently enjoying a cruise to Antarctica.

All right, let's assume that car is stolen.

- Does it have GPS? - Yes, it does.

And it's stationary... warehouse district in Queens.

Guys, we have something in here.

Cover me.

We need a medic on our location ASAP.

Hey, hey.

Hey, it's gonna be okay.

Is that Sittenfeld?

Yeah, looks like they tortured him then shot him.

It's a miracle he's still alive.

Hey, we're gonna get you to a hospital.

No, no, no, don't move. Don't move.

You're losing a lot of blood.

The medic's five minutes out.

The armory.

Please, you have to get to the armory.

The armory at the base, why?

What's going on?

They have my access card.

I tried my best. I...

But I couldn't take it.

I had no choice.

Please.

Please, you have to stop them.

Okay, who's them?

Why? What are they after?

Colonel?

No, no. Colonel!

He's gone.

We should warn the base and let 'em know what's going on.

It's too late. That was Jubal.

Ammo supply point was hit 15 minutes ago.

Multiple casualties.

Agent Ward, what's our sitrep?

Intruders entered the gate

using Colonel Sittenfeld's CAC card,

then penetrated the Class V palletization point you see there.

Okay, and these are casualties?

Two sentries, both shot dead,

we assume, with sound suppressors.

I'm gonna need these shell casings sent to Ballistics right away.

- They make it inside? - Affirmative.

The Colonel's codes disabled security...

cameras, locks, all of it.

Clinical moves.

Sounds like these guys had some training.

Do you have any idea what they were after?

Not yet.

It's a lot to go through.

The place was packed for a delivery to Ukraine.

Sir, you gotta see this.

The seals on the pallet were broken,

so I cross-checked inventory with the flight manifest.

Two FMG-148s are missing

along with another command launch unit.

I'm sorry, two Javelins are missing?

Yeah.

Okay.

Anti-tank missiles.

We used them in Afghanistan...

state of the art and highly portable.

Do they have GPS?

Is there any way we can trace them?

No, because if we could track 'em,

then they could track 'em.

Are they difficult to operate?

The opposite... fire and forget.

It's like a video game.

All you do is point and shoot.

I know the security cameras in here were disabled,

but what about outside by the gate?

A different system, so the feed should still be intact.

Here's the ingress.

Did you run the plates?

Yeah, they came back cold.

And here's where they came out.

Can you speed it up?

Hold on. Wait a second. Can you go back?

Stop. There.

Driver isn't wearing any gloves.

Okay, but did he touch anything?

Can you slow it down?

There. We got him.

We need to find that dolly and dust for prints.

All right, people, look alive.

Weapons of war are now MIA on the streets of New York.

We need to figure out who the hell took them and why.

Can we trace the vehicle from the scene?

No, Agent Ward was right. Plates are cold.

And OSI didn't find any tread marks.

Yeah, we're checking traffic cams,

but the nearest is on the I-87.

A generic van, we're never gonna

narrow it down from there. What about ballistics?

Did we find anything from the slugs

that killed our sentries?

Ran both through NIBIN. No match.

Good news... ERT got a partial print off the dolly.

All right, that's our driver. Let's run it.

Okay, the prints match

to Ray Nichols, 37, lives in Homecrest.

All right, people, check it out.

He's got a pretty good rap sheet...

larceny, strong arm robbery, theft.

Yeah, but this is from a decade ago.

How did he get tied up in a missile heist?

Yeah, I'll do a deep dive into Nichols,

see if I can't fill in the gaps.

In the meantime, saddle up and take him down.

In position.

Copy that. Standing by.

So I heard a rumor.

Yeah? I'm not really a rumor guy, Tiff.

Okay, well, call it intel.

A friend of mine from White Collar said, uh,

he heard you were applying for an SSA position.

Just exploring my options.

All right, we got movement.

It's him.

Go, go.

- FBI! - Hands up!

Ray Nichols, hands in the air now.

- Baby, what's happening? - Whoa. I don't know.

- Baby, I don't know. It's okay. - Let her go. Let her go!

What are you doing?

All right. Okay! Okay!

Just be careful with my wife.

She's pregnant.

Ray, what's happening?

Just take it easy. Give them some room.

Where's the Javelins? Hey!

Where are the javelins, inside?

I got nothing to say.

You got nothing to say?

Your wife is pregnant. You got a kid on the way.

You tell me everything you know now.

Nah, I ain't talking.

I want a lawyer.

Any sign of the missiles?

No, this place is clear.

All right, so here's the deal.

No sign of the missiles at Nichols' place,

and he is not talking, but the good news is,

people don't just wake up and decide to rob armories.

So there must be something in his history

that will lead to his confederates.

We just need to find it. Kelly, anything?

Yeah, not much.

The guy's pretty low profile.

Hasn't filed a tax return in years.

Mm-hmm. Ian, what about your team?

Same story... he has no social media

and minimal presence online.

- I might have something. - Yeah?

So Ray hasn't been formally employed in a decade,

but the last place he worked was a garage

owned by a shell corp linked to a man named Adem Polat.

Looks like ATF has been investigating him, for two years.

Okay, now I'm intrigued.

Tell me more about this guy.

He's originally from Turkey,

spent a lot of time in the military.

What's he doing here? He have a job?

I don't know if it's a front or a job,

but it looks like he owns a garment factory in Queens.

All right, let's dig deeper into this Polat.

And hey, have Tiffany interview Nichols' wife,

see what she knows.

Do you know this man?

Is that a yes?

I need to know what's going on with Ray first.

Ray's in a holding cell staring down federal murder charges,

that's what's happening with Ray.

He's not talking, is he?

No.

But if you cooperate,

we can use that to help Ray,

talk to the AUSA about reducing his charges.

So I'm gonna ask you again.

Do you know this man?

Yeah.

And he scares me a lot.

Did Ray work for Adem?

Yes.

For the past ten years.

They met at the garage.

Adem gave him odd jobs off the books.

Dangerous things, but we needed the money.

Do you know anyone else that works for him?

No, Ray never talked about the other guys.

Would you be willing to wear a wire and talk with Adem?

A wire?

I... I don't know.

Like I said, he scares me.

And I'm pregnant. I'm about to have a baby boy.

I understand.

You wanna make the best decisions for your family,

as a mother and a wife.

But right now the best decision for your family

is to help us put Adem behind bars.

If it'll help Ray, I'll do it.

Okay.

Okay, that unit captures audio and visual,

so we'll be able to hear what you hear and see what you see.

You're gonna be okay.

Just be natural.

Not that easy.

Adem doesn't exactly make you feel comfortable.

Stay focused, okay?

Make it about business. You want Ray's share of the profit.

You've got a family to look after.

Lean into that.

So I go in, ask for the money he owes Ray,

and when he pays me...

You get the hell out of there as quick as you can.

But the more he says about his known associates

or accomplices, the better it'll be, for Ray down the line.

Don't push it, though.

All we really need is that payment.

That confirms that Adem was involved.

You ready?

Yeah. Okay. Ready.

Good luck.

What was that about?

What?

"Don't push it." "Get out of there quick."

I mean, we do need to find those missiles.

I get it, but that's not her problem.

She didn't do anything wrong.

This white collar thing,

is that Nina's idea?

No, it's mine.

But she's stepping back too.

Yeah, that makes sense, after what happened with Rome.

You know her, she claims it has nothing to do with that.

And for real, I think she just wants a more stable schedule.

You buy that?

I don't know.

As long as she's happy, safe,

I'm good.

Here we go.

I need to see Adem.

Tell him it's Mila, Ray's wife.

I know who you are.

This way.

Okay, new face.

Send him to the JOC.

Omer Kiraz, ex-OKK, Turkish special forces.

Trained as a sniper.

Okay, could be our triggerman at the armory.

Maybe we can roll up the whole damn crew.

Sorry to bother you.

Mila, what are you doing here?

- They got Ray. - Who did?

The FBI.

This morning, in front of our house.

Where is he now? In custody?

Yes.

But he called me, said he asked for a lawyer.

He's not talking to them.

Did they say why they arrested him?

Don't answer. Tell him you don't know.

No, I have no clue.

And Ray didn't say anything on the phone.

He knows people are always listening.

I'm sorry to hear about this.

And I appreciate you telling me.

If there's anything I can do to help, just ask.

I like Ray.

I don't want to be rude, Mila,

but I have a meeting I need to attend.

No, don't leave. Ask him about the money.

I understand, but first...

I have lots of medical bills.

The baby is due in a month.

I need a C-section.

That costs money.

So whatever you were gonna pay Ray, you can give it to me.

Good job.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Who said I owed Ray any money?

Come on, I'm not stupid.

I know Ray helps you out and that you pay him for...

for the things that he does.

I don't ask questions.

The truth is, I don't wanna know.

But I need money.

He's onto her.

All right, Mila, play it cool.

Ask him to pay for the lawyer.

I don't even have cash for the lawyer.

Please, Adem, you owe him that.

If he's in jeopardy, I know it's because he was helping you.

Tell me, Mila.

The FBI...

did they speak to you?

I've known you for years.

You never ask questions.

You never come to my office.

So what changed?

What changed?

My husband got arrested.

Is that all?

I need to use the bathroom.

The baby's pushing on my bladder.

I saw one in the hall.

Oh, my God. He knows what I'm doing.

Okay, take a breath.

You're okay.

I need to get out.

What is it? I'm not done!

You have to get me out.

Keep your voice down.

Mila, who are you talking to?

Myself. You're scaring me.

No need to be scared, I promise.

I want what's best for Ray, so please just come out.

I'll give you some money for the medical expenses.

Consider it a gift.

Okay, I'll be out soon.

I'm not done in here.

Help me.

Ah!

Let's go.

Ah!

Why are you lying to me, Mila?

FBI!

Suspect is fleeing east on 86th Street.

Move!

You got nowhere to go, Adem.

Come out with your hands up!

Suspect is down.

Help! Help!

Somebody call 911!

I need an ambulance to 46 and Vernon.

Hey, hey, hey, look at me.

Keep your eyes open, okay? We're gonna put pressure.

Stay with me. Stay right here. Tiff!

Look at me.

All right, help's on the way, okay?

I need you to stay with me. I need you to breathe.

You're doing fine.

Breathe.

Hey. She gonna make it?

I don't know.

There's a lot of blood.

She was minding her own damn business too.

Yeah, it's crazy.

All because of this bastard.

I found his phone.

Diane, can you send this down to 26 Fed?

- You got it. - I gotta get to a sink.

Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

I'll call Maggie and OA and get 'em down to the garment factory.

Upstairs is clear. How's it going down here?

Nothing. Just a bunch of junk.

Can I get some cutters here, please?

Help me move this.

Thanks.

Quite the arsenal.

AK-47s, HE-frag grenades...

no wonder ATF was all over this guy.

Hey.

OA, are these the Javelins?

Check the other one.

The missiles are missing.

All right, everyone,

search of Adem's factory turned up empty.

It appears the stolen missiles have been transferred or sold.

At the very minimum, we know they have been removed

from their crates and are no longer

being housed at the garment factory.

Where are we with Adem's residence?

- Did we find anything? - Got no luck. Ditto with Omer's.

We're processing computers, laptops, but so far, nothing.

All right, well, what about the phone, the one Tiff found?

I don't have much.

He was using some cutting-edge encryption software.

Emails and texts are all locked up.

- GPS? - Disabled.

But carrier data can give us a good history of his movement.

Okay, get it up on the map. Let's start with the first 24 hours.

We are looking for anywhere Adem could have stashed

or transferred that Javelin.

Okay, besides the garment factory and his house,

there's only one other place Adem spent time.

Hempstead. What's out there?

It looks like a residential zone.

The only business I'm seeing is a restaurant.

All right, check the financials. I wanna know who owns it.

Wait.

It has the same director as other LLCs linked to Adem.

I'm guessing he's the owner.

All right, let's get Maggie and OA over there right now.

I want that place turned inside out.

The owner had a couple duffel bags,

and they looked heavy.

And I offered to help him carry them,

and he said no, and he meant it.

I thought the guy was gonna take a swing at me.

How long was he here for?

A couple minutes.

He put 'em in storage and left.

Okay. This is it?

Yeah.

- She's all yours. - Thanks.

Okay, we have millions of dollars in here.

Looks like Adem sold those missiles.

The question is to who.

The only people who can tell us for sure

are either dead or in custody.

All right, let's get these bills processed.

Maybe a serial number will hit.

You have a UV light?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Okay, they're not counterfeit, but they are marked.

I'll call it in.

So we ran the serial numbers,

but there's nothing in our case files.

Well, somebody marked those bills with UV.

There's a reason.

Well, whoever did it is probably law enforcement.

Criminals don't mark their own bills.

Yeah, do we have an image?

Yep. Here you go.

Okay, I want every rep to check

with your respective agency. Do you recognize this marking?

ATF, Treasury, Coast Guard...

I got it.

Isobel, that's DEA.

Jordan, what else can you tell us?

Those bills were marked in a joint operation

with the Mexican Federal Police to track money laundering

in the Colima Cartel.

According to my file, they were in their possession

less than a week ago.

Okay, well, that's progress.

Although we still don't know

what the cartel is planning to do with those missiles.

Let's try another run at Ray Nichols.

We just wanted to update you.

Adem Polat is dead and so is his right-hand man, Omer.

For real?

Which means you're the only person who robbed that armory

that's still alive.

The good news for you, at least,

is that the missiles are still in the wind.

I don't follow.

It means they need you.

So if you know something, anything,

I can get you a deal. I can't do that.

Sure you can.

We just told you that Adem and Omer are dead.

Ray, if you go to trial...

No, no, no, you don't get it.

Adem has friends all over the place,

guys who can come for my family while I'm locked up.

I have to protect them.

I mean, that's a noble idea, but the cost of that,

of you keeping your mouth shut,

is that you may spend the rest of your life in prison.

You may never meet your son on the outside,

never take him to get ice cream or teach him how to play catch.

I get that, yeah.

But I gotta do what's best for Mila and the baby,

keep them safe.

Keep them safe?

Okay.

So you're God?

You have some sort of magic wand

you can wave around to make sure

that nothing bad ever happens?

It doesn't work that way.

Look, I understand what you're trying to do, Ray.

But you gotta focus on actually spending time with them,

on being with them.

The only way that that is ever gonna happen for you

is if you tell us what you know, here and now.

Who bought the missiles?

What are they planning on doing with them?

Okay.

I'm not a killer.

I was the driver.

I stayed in the van.

Maybe the law doesn't care about that,

but I want you to know that, okay?

Okay.

Buyer's name is Pascual Santos.

Called Adem a couple weeks ago.

Said he needed a weapon that could destroy an armored van.

All right, did you get that?

Copy. Santos, first name Pascual.

Multiple hits but only one with ties to the Colimas.

All right, throw it up.

This guy a shot caller?

Mm, looks like more of a hit man.

Over 30 kills... mayors, police chiefs, school students.

And that's just with guns.

Imagine what he can do with missiles.

Jordan, do you have any intel on his whereabouts?

No, but last time Santos was in the U.S.,

he was here for less than 12 hours.

A guy with that rap sheet's not gonna stick around for long.

Isobel, he bought those missiles this morning.

I know. So whatever he's planning, it's happening today.

All right, folks, eyes on me!

Our new objective is to find Pascual Santos.

We believe he is in possession of the stolen missiles.

Now, given his avocation as an experienced hit man,

we should assume he plans to use,

rather than sell, these weapons.

All we know is, he is in New York,

so I suspect his target is too.

Let's get a BOLO out to NCIC as well as

all the other major agencies...

CBP, DHS, NYPD.

All right, let's also include media, local channels,

and national press.

Hey, Jordan.

Does DEA have any informants,

somebody we could ping about Santos?

No one local. I can try a source in Mexico.

Ah, no time.

Attack is coming today, and there's not much of it left.

Okay, well, if we can't find Pascual,

let's do the next best thing...

ID his target.

Ray said that it was in an armored van, right?

So what's inside the van?

Well, not cash or valuables, right?

A Javelin would blow that to kingdom come.

Right, so we're talking flesh and blood, an assassination.

We use armored vans to transport prisoners

when there's a credible threat.

That's a theory. Let's run with it.

Charlie, do you have anyone high profile

moving through the area?

Let's see.

Okay, only two prisoners

getting armored transport today.

One is a convicted terrorist on a transfer

and the other one is a witness going to a routine hearing

at the Southern District Court in White Plains.

Tell me about the witness.

Former drug trafficker.

Don't have the details, but the hearing is related

to a pending case, United States versus Nico Hernandez.

Hernandez is the former boss of the Colima Cartel.

If that witness is gonna testify against him,

they would see him as a traitor,

someone to eliminate at all costs.

Where's the van now?

There it is.

I got eyes on the van, still intact.

Our guys are stuck in traffic.

The courthouse is right around the corner.

If there's an ambush, it's gotta be there.

They are sitting ducks. Hey, Charlie?

I need you to warn the marshals.

You all should be scrubbing every cam you can find.

We need to know where Santos is bringing those missiles.

How many guys does it take to operate a Javelin?

Two... you need a shooter and a spotter.

I'm guessing these guys are gonna have backup too.

So three, maybe four guys? Where?

The most effective shooting position would be a roof.

Okay, which one?

Jubal, where are we with air support?

Uh, five minutes out.

SWAT's also airborne, same ETA.

Okay, Tiff, see if you can get the marshals

to start evacuating the witness,

and we will start searching on foot.

Me and Maggie go north. Scola, south.

How you guys doing? Anything?

Getting nothing on street cams.

All right, keep scrubbing. Hey, you know what?

Let's push Santos' photo out to every uni in the area.

Thank you.

Guys, you're on your own for now. Do what you can.

Hey!

Come on, where's your witness?

He's staying put.

What about "missile" don't you understand?

- This could be a fake-out. - It's not, I promise you.

It's my call.

Hey, guys?

I think I see a scope that might be a spotter.

He's on the building north of the van.

Jubal, we think we got him on the roof of the building

north of the courthouse.

Copy that... choppers are three minutes out.

Maggie might have something.

Scola, get to our position immediately.

Okay, two minutes. I'm gonna check something.

Damn it! It's a false alarm.

It's a survey team.

I got 'em.

Parking garage, 9th floor.

I see the Javelin.

- Wait for backup. - Copy that.

There's no time.

Engaging.

FBI! Show me your hands!

Jubal, the Javelins are secure.

Hey.

Witness doing all right?

Yeah, he's safe and sound.

You okay?

Just another day, right?

It's Nina.

Yeah. Go ahead.

Do I need my lawyer?

I just wanted to let you know

that the information you shared saved lives.

I spoke personally to the AUSA, for what it's worth.

Thank you.

I screwed up, man.

I had no idea what they were gonna do to the colonel.

Whole time, I tried to play it safe.

I told Adem I didn't wanna go in the armory.

I wanted to stay in the van.

'Cause of the baby, you know?

But I screwed up.

What-what do you mean?

If I had just gone inside,

if I was with Adem instead of that other dude...

we wouldn't have shot anyone.

I wouldn't be riding a murder case right now.

Good luck with everything.

How's Nina?

Uh, she's good. Yeah.

Not quite back to normal, but getting better every day.

The baby?

All good.

When do you hear back about the white collar gig?

Oh, I just got the call, actually,

but I turned it down.

It may not be the world's safest job, but...

I love what I do.

And who I work with.

You know, you were so right.

About what?

That you don't just get to wave a magic wand

and hope that nothing bad ever happens.

The world doesn't work that way.

So I'm gonna do my thing and hope for the best.

That's all you can do.