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♪ ♪

(thunder rumbling)

(elegant classical music
playing)

You spend so much time sucking
up to Americans...

by all means,
you should be comfortable.

There is a word
for you in English--

scum.

Scum supporting terror

with finance...

intelligence...

weapons...

Although, intelligence
may not be...

the right English word,

since you have lost so
many treasured clients

in recent years.

Like this one.

Ari Haswari.

But he was more
than a client, yes?

You considered him your friend.

I have many friends, Anton.

Ari's death left you with,
how shall I say,

an unhealthy interest
in American agency NCIS.

And now my sources tell me that
an employee of theirs is here,

in Moscow.

You and your people
have been following him.

I know nothing about that.

Stay away from NCIS.

(speaks Russian)

Calm yourself, counselor.

I wouldn't dream of implicating
Mother Russia.

My interests will
remain personal.

Deeply personal.

♪ NCIS 12x01 ♪
Twenty Klicks
Original Air Date on September 23, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

VANCE: I'm sure you've seen him
around the office, Gibbs.

Kevin Hussein,
our systems administrator?

Yeah, “I.T. Kevin.”
What about him?

Could be nothing.

He took leave
without pay this week

to visit a sick
uncle in Moscow.

Uncle apparently
died yesterday,

and while he was
making arrangements

to ship his body
back here for burial,

Kevin got the feeling he was
being watched, followed.

Well, yeah, Leon.
It is Russia.

Russia says
it's not them.

Either way,
he got spooked,

took refuge at our
embassy in Moscow.

Now he needs
safe passage home.

What, someone can't
just put him on a plane?

Kid's a walking database of
naval technology, Gibbs--

a very attractive
target for our enemies.

So, the embassy
contacted SECNAV,

and SECNAV has requested
you to be his escort.

Me.

Like I said,
could be nothing.

TONY: I.T. Kevin,
the computer geek?

BISHOP: He does
comedy improv; sweet guy.

Yeah, I don't know
about the comedy,

but, uh, his improv skills
definitely helped put away

the world's number one
cyber terrorist.

Yet, you still call him a geek.

Yes. Once a geek,
always a geek.

So, uh, what's going on
in Moscow, boss?

Think he's got an
uncle that teaches

at one of the
universities there.

Thank you, boss.
Boss?

Long story,
but one of you are coming.

I don't know if I can go.

Uh, jet lag from that trip
to Spain is still haunting me.

Well, I did just get back
from Dubai.

Yeah, I might have popped a rib
running with those bulls.

Plus, I'm tremendously
out of shape.

All Delilah and I did
was eat and sleep

and eat and, well,
other things.

Fear not,
weary travelers.

After an entire summer
spent house-hunting

with Jake, to no avail,

I would be thrilled to go
just about anywhere, Gibbs.

Nope, Defense Attaché only gave
clearance to senior agents.

Never ask for the job.
Right.

Well, you know Kevin
very well.

He helped you
put away Ajay Khan.

Ah, yes, he did.

Rock, paper, scissors.

Yeah.

Damn!

(groans)

TONY:
Good job, McPaper.

Dasvidaniya.

WOMAN: In here, sir.
McGEE: Thank you.

Tim.

Oh, man, am I glad to see you.

Whoa, Kevin. You okay?

Much better now.

You have no idea the
last three days that I...

Oh, my God.
Agent Gibbs.

Wow, they sent
the A-team.

Not that you're not
A-team enough, Tim.

But Agent Gibbs--

I didn't mean to make
extra work for you, sir.

I really didn't.

Breathe, Kev.
Deep breaths.

And I swear I am
not being paranoid.

Pretty sure I was being
followed the minute I got here.

Wait, you're “pretty sure”?

Completely sure.

Positively.

KEVIN: You brought
a Navy helicopter?

You expected a
hot-air balloon?

I didn't know
what to expect.

How'd you sneak it
past the Russians?

McGEE:
Diplomatic courtesy.

And a couple of ace pilots.

Lieutenant Commander Banks,
Lieutenant Hagen,

say hi to Kevin.

Welcome aboard.
Sorry we're

hitting a little
bit of rough air.

It's no problem, ma'am.

Miss.

We're going out
the same way we came in.

North over the Kola
Peninsula to the Barents Sea.

From there, you'll
take a COD to the UK,

then a C-40
Clipper home.

Enjoy the in-flight movie,
gentlemen.

There's a,
there's a movie?

BANKS: ...this is
Echo-Bravo-Nine.

We're airborne
and en route.

It's, uh...

it's my first
helicopter ride.

You'd never know.

(vomiting)

Jerky?

No, thanks.

I'll be fine.

So, your uncle...

what-what was it?

Cancer?

Lung.

Stage three.

Thought he was
on the upswing, but, uh...

Well, at least you got
to send him home.

Not the way I wanted.

(alarms beeping)

What the hell?

Radar tracking, 2:00.

Warrior, this is
Echo-Bravo-Nine.

We have been targeted by
a surface-to-air missile.

Hang on back there.

(over radio):
Execute evasive maneuvers!

Coming up on our right.
Breaking left.

We've been hit.

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.
This is Echo-Bravo-Nine.

Position 6-7-3-3,
decimal...

Everybody brace for impact.

HAGAN:
Losing aft hydraulics.

(indistinct
radio communication)

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday...!

(communication continues,
indistinctly)

BANKS: Warrior,
this is Echo-Bravo-Nine.

We have been targeted
by a surface-to-air missile.

Hang on back there.

HAGAN: Coming up on our right.
BANKS: Breaking left.

(missile whistling)

(explosion booms)

BANKS: We've been hit.
HAGAN: Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.

This is Echo-Bravo-Nine,

position 6-7-3-3, decimal...

(radio static)

And that was
the last transmission.

0100 Zulu.

That's 12
minutes ago.

And no transponder?

We've yet to pick up
a distress beacon.

I'll make
some calls.

Surface-to-air missile?

Nothing we saw coming.

Stream us a copy

of that last Mayday
transmission, commander.

And get me the Russian embassy.

(wolf howling in distance)

(groaning)

(wolf growling)

Hey!

Hey!
(gunshot)

BANKS: Hagan!
Joe... you okay?

Evans?

Hagan, talk to me.

GIBBS:
Banks.

Hold on, Banks.

(weakly): Talk to me...
I can get you out.

Don't move.
I'm fine. I'm fine.

Check on Joe.

Where's Evans?

Let's not worry
about that right now.

Let's take care
of you.

(groans)

Boss...

It's okay.
(moaning)

McGEE:
Kevin!

Pressure on it.

Kevin?

Right here.

(groans)

Oh, man. I don't believe this.

Somebody find me
the first aid kit.

We left our go-bags
on the ship, boss.

What the hell happened?
Kevin, get me the kit.

They're dead, aren't they?

Joe, Evans...

KEVIN:
I found it.

Found a kit.

Here.

Go on, help McGee.
Go find some water.

(Banks moans in pain)
Yes, Director Vance.

My office did just receive word
of a possible downed aircraft

somewhere over
the Kola Peninsula.

“Possible”?

I was not aware that
it may have been one of yours.

It is ours,
Mr. Pavlenko.

They were shot down,
we have the Mayday call.

Target of
a surface-to-air missile.

If that is true,
I assure you my government had

absolutely nothing
to do with it.

Then who?

Every nation
has its outlaws.

If there is, uh,

a mercenary group operating
in that region,

I assure you,
they will be found,

and brought to justice.
None of which helps us right now.

With all due respect, counselor,
where are your bosses on this?

DiNozzo...

My superiors will be receiving
updates, Salgent.

As for right now,
Director--

while there is some very dense
forest in that area,

I will request immediately

that search plans are
dispatched for recovery.

Not recovery... rescue.

Of course.

If there are survivors,
I can assure you,

help is on its way.

So, please,

as you might say, gentlemen,

sit tight.

Sit tight?

Just hung up with NSA.

They're combing
the airwaves.

If that helo puts out a signal,
someone will hear it.

He really just
say, “Sit tight”?

Nobody's sitting tight.
Let's move.

Warrior, this is
Echo-Bravo-Nine.

Warrior...

We can forget
about cell reception.

There's a circuit breaker
under the manifold

you can try
restarting.

I see it, Commander.
Thank you.

We've already
tried that.

Then try again.

Our coordinates before
we got hit are in there.

Finland's just west,
about 20 klicks or so.

Well, the radio's a goner.

But I think that I can hook the
transponder up to the battery,

and if I can do that
without frying it,

we should able
to get something out there.

Wait-- “out there,”
like a signal?

Wouldn't that signal whoever
it was that shot us down?

Who did shoot us down, Kevin?

What?

How should I know?

They were following you.

They wanted something from you.

I swear, Gibbs,
I don't know.

Not who they are
or what they want.

Shh. Listen.

(vehicle rumbling in distance)

That's them.

Coming to
finish the job.

We have to get out
of here, please.

Kevin, breathe.

Hey... hey...

it's okay.

He's right. Go.

Nah.

We're not going anywhere.

(missile whistling
through air)

BANKS: We've been hit!

HAGEN:
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.

This is Echo-Bravo-Nine.

Position 6-7-3-3, decimal...
(radio static)

Don't torture yourself, Abby.

I just keep thinking
I'll find something, Jimmy.

Something that will help them.

Somehow.

It's a damn needle
in a haystack.

Kola Peninsula is
the size of Kentucky.

Their flight pattern
north to the carrier

was right along
Finland's border.

Yeah, spanning
400 kilometers.

250 miles.
BISHOP: All right, let me know.

Still no distress signal,

but I'm pulling some strings
with the NSA

to get us some deeper access.

Well, let's leave
no string unpulled.

Finland's an ally.
Why don't we...

launch a search party
from over there?

Russia would never allow it.

But we've put
Finland on alert.

For diplomatic reasons,

SECNAV says we have
to give the Russians

first crack at
search and rescue.

So our friends are out there,

and they're worried
about saving face?

They should start
by reeling in those jokers

running around with
surface-to-air launchers.

The missile.

What?

I don't know.

JIMMY:
Excuse me, Director...

has anyone told
Kevin's family yet?

I'm sure whoever's expecting
to pick up his uncle's body

from Moscow would surely want
to know about this.

Family notifications are
your wheelhouse, Doctor.

Would you mind?

My kingdom for a
smaller wheelhouse.

How much should
I tell them?

Just that he's missing.

Every effort's being made.

No specifics.

That's hardly a challenge.

All we seem to have
are unknowns.

(wolf howls in distance)

(Sergei whistles)

It's quite an accident, my dear.

Hmm.

The passengers.

Where are Hussein
and the special agents?

I don't know.

Thrown in
the crash.

The truth could save your life.

Let the liar bleed to death.

Flashlight.

You... beautiful...

...not so clever.

(missile whooshing,
then exploding)

(remote blips)

(missile whooshing,
then exploding)

You hear that?

That's the missile hitting
the helo's tail.

How can we
not hear it?

Can you turn
that down?

I was able to isolate the sound
from the Mayday call.

That's great, Abbs.

But are you okay?

Me? Oh. No.

No, not at all.

Two of the most important
people in our lives

just got shot out of the sky,

and until I can figure out
how to help them,

I-I don't... I'm just...
I'm gonna lose it.

Well, we're right there
with you, Abby.

But if one
of us loses it,

we all lose it,
including Gibbs and McGee.

Well, I, um...

I'm not gonna actually lose it,
I just...

I mean, what do we do,
if Gibbs and McGee...?

Abby...

do you know that the odds of
surviving a helicopter crash

are surprisingly high.

Statistically, much higher
than a plane crash.

Like two out of three.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

So, I'm just...
I'm not going there, okay?

I refuse to think the worst.

TONY: And I refuse
to listen

to that missile hit
the helicopter again.

How about you?

I won't. I had to.

So I could identify
the missile.

You what?
Well, not me,

but my friend Augie, he's a
Marine anti-aircraft gunner,

and he's stationed in Kuwait.

If anyone knows what
that sound is, he does.

You played it
for him?

Yeah, over the phone.

He immediately
identified it as...

A 9K-32 STRELA-2 portable
surface-to-air missile.

That's... that's amazing.

Amazing and...

And it turns out

that a huge cache of STRELA-2s

were stolen from a Libyan
stockpile two years ago.

The suspects
were mercenaries

that were funded
by Russian oligarchs.

Very bad guys.

Okay.

Names and faces.

I'm working on it.

And I'm not gonna
lose it, I promise.

What are you looking for?

I no find.

I go.

You die slow.

Is bad.

You are... beautiful.

I like.

I've seen dead people before,

but never actually
anyone killed.

You want to see another one?

No, not really.

What do you have, Kevin?

And don't say
“nothing.”

He was looking for something.

What is it?

Uh...

Boss.

She's not looking good.

GIBBS:
Ah, Banks... hang on.

My team is frustrated,
Madame Secretary.

And I can't say
that I blame them.

(knocking on door)

Yes, I know, but...

Of course.

Yes, I'll keep
you posted.

A truly surreal day,
Director.

Why do I have the feeling

that you're not
about to make it better?

(wry chuckle)

Only more bizarre, I'm afraid.

It seems the only
remaining family

of young Mr. Hussein
is a sister in Buffalo,

who knew nothing about his
current trip to Moscow.

And the uncle?

Edgar Hussein had indeed been
fighting lung cancer,

but Kevin's sister had no idea
that he'd passed away.

In fact, it was her belief
that he had gone into remission.

So... so what
are we saying?

Well, I took the liberty of
calling our embassy in Moscow.

They confirmed shipment
of the remains yesterday,

sent by Kevin,
to a funeral home

not far from his apartment
in Fairfax.

Get that body
over here, Doctor.

Uh, I already took
that liberty, as well.

The body arrives
at Dulles shortly.

Mr. Palmer is
on his way to get it.

And I, frankly,
cannot wait to see it.

Banks?

Banks!

Talk to me, Banks.

(wolf howling in distance)

(gasps, weakly):
Hannah.

Hannah...

Where you from, Hannah?

What hometown?

I tried to steer clear, Gibbs.

I couldn't shake it.

Hey, you are one hell
of a pilot.

(grunts)

My mom will want these.
No...

no... no, you give those
to her yourself.

Hannah, stay with me.

Hannah!

You stay with me.

Hannah, tell me about your dad.

Where's your dad?

Hannah?

Right there.

Help me get her
inside.

(grunting with effort)

SERGEI (over radio):
Yuri.

Oh, man, are you kidding me?

Kevin, shut up.
Look, I feel terrible.

But if nobody
answers that,

then they're coming back.

And real soon.

All right. Gear up.

So, Finland, right?

20 klicks,
she said.

Kilometers, that's about, uh,

12 miles?

It's 12 hard miles.

I ran a mini marathon last year.

Don't worry
about me.

Now, boss, if we get
to higher ground,

I may be able to send out
a signal

or even a call for help.

Higher ground it is.

Is that the uncle?

Yes, Edgar Hussein.

61, visiting
professor at the Moscow

Engineering Institute.

I think we can rule out cancer.

DUCKY:
Two bullet wounds?

A detail Kevin somehow neglected
to tell the U.S. Embassy.

Which would clearly implicate
him as the possible killer.

Oh, come on.

Kevin?
I can't see him doing this.

And why would
he ship the body home?

It'd pretty much guarantee him
not getting away with it.

Unless he named himself
as the only one authorized

to receive the body.

We need answers, Doctor.

Well, if Uncle Edgar
can provide them,

you shall have them.

I'll start on the X-rays.

Thought that only
worked in movies.

And it's dead-on accurate.

Uh, Boy Scout motto, boss:
always be prepared.

Sorry, I didn't realize
I had it

until you were halfway done,
and by then,

I-I was just curious
to see it work.

20 klicks, McGee, huh?

Minus two or three?
At least. I'd say

we probably got another...

17 to go.

What? 17.

Let's do it.

Save your water.

Right.

And, again, Agent Gibbs,

that leaf thing, very cool.

For something so small,

it practically leapt
off the screen.

You can see the two bullets
in the chest cavity

here and here, but this...

That's no bullet.
DUCKY: Well, whatever it is,

Director,
it's only an inch deep.

Some kind
of micro SD card?

Yes, it appears
that Kevin's uncle

was murdered and used as a mule.

For whatever's stored
in that thing.

Let's get that to Ms. Sciuto.

Quick breather, boss?
(sighs) (panting)

McGEE (groans):
Dubai...

Told you I'm out of shape.

Go ahead.

Say “I told you so.”

Can I get a sip of yours?

No.

Not you,
Agent Gibbs.

I was asking McGee.

And I asked you
something back there,

and I'm done waiting
for an answer.

You're not getting any water

until we get one.

Fit Vito my uncle
was a few months ago.

I was approached
by this guy, Sergei.

Which may not even be
his real name, but he offered

very serious money for this...
this thing that he needed.

What thing?

It's kind of a weapon.

I only agreed

so I could help my uncle
with his medical costs.

But when I came to deliver
this week,

my conscience got
the better of me.

So you backed out of the deal.

I tried to.

But when I got to my uncle's
place, he'd been shot to death.

The man was like a father to me,
and I got him killed.

All I could think
to do was

to not make it worse
by giving in to Sergei.

Where's the weapon now?

With my uncle. In my uncle.

Just how small a weapon is it?

It's a... microdisk.

Computer virus.

Sergei wanted to use it
on defense systems,

which would be very bad,
especially since

I'm kind of the only one
that can deactivate it.

Kind of?
It's a prototype.

A few more months
of testing wouldn't hurt.

But that's not
a problem now, guys.

My uncle's body
should be home soon,

and no one can get to it but me.

Long as no one plugs in
that microdisk,

there's no danger.

No danger?

What, are you delusional?

Think about who you've been
working with the last few years.

They'll get the body.

And Abby will
get the microdisk.

Partial print is Kevin's, and
the blood damage is minimal.

But, considering
where you found this baby,

there's no way I'm just gonna
jam it into our network.

Which would explain the
purpose of this contraption.

The laptop
isolates the SD card

and the cage isolates the laptop

from the rest of our network...

Okay, time's kind of a
factor here, Abbs.

Oh. I'd go with the cat.

Yeah, most of us would but...

WMD.

WMD?

What Would McGee Do?

That's two Ws, Abbs.

Whatever.

If there's one thing that McGee
has taught me,

it's to never click
on an unfamiliar icon

that's telling you
to click on it.

The old “shark and the kitty”
head fake?

Yeah, but what
if it's a double fake?

Like trying to get me
ck on the shark.

What would McGee do,
Ms. Sciuto?

(sighs) McGee would put up
a virus scanner

and build a firewall.

Okay... Here, kitty, kitty.

(kitty yowling)

Should have gone with the shark.

What's happening?

(computer blipping)

What about the firewall?
It ate right through it.

A-And then it bypassed the cage
through the power cord.

Whatever
can do this,

I am gonna need help to stop it.
And fast.

Let's go.

McGee, where are you?

Do you think it's possible
we could've shaken these guys?

No. Keep your eyes open.

Oh, boss,
I got a signal.

(beeping)
(rapid blipping)

These damn things
won't let me shut 'em down.

It's even messing with our phones.
VANCE: Got every

available I.T. helping
Ms. Sciuto, and not one

of them knows
what the hell it is.

We know one I.T. who does.

Or did.

(phone rings)
Whoever it is, not now.

McGEE:
Tony, wait, it's me.

McGee.

Is Gibbs with you?

Yeah. It's, uh, myself,
Gibbs and Kevin.

Our two pilots and a crewman
are dead.

GIBBS:
DiNozzo,

if anyone there finds
a computer disk,

do not open it.

Repeat, do not access the disk.

Ah. Well, we would need
a time machine, boss.

Unfortunately, it's a computer
Armageddon around here.

Does Kevin know any quick fixes?

Not quick, that's for sure.

I could try working
something out.

Do it.

Stand by on that, Leon.

Sitrep.

Are you in danger?

McGEE:
Affirmative, sir.

Shot down and being pursued.

We're headed towards Finland.

Do you know your
coordinates?

Just where we went down.

Uh, latitude: North 67, 33.6.

Longitude:
East 30, 46.6.

Get down!
(gunshots)

(grunts)

(static)

Gibbs?

(Kevin moans)

Oh, my God.
I'm hit.

I can't believe
I'm hit.

(moans)

(McGee sighs)

That's a deep gash.
Through and through.

Through and through?
Is that bad?

McGee.

Hold this.
Press down on this.

So which NCIS man
killed our Yuri?

(over radio):
No one else needs to die.

(moans)

Just give up the traitor

and walk away.

Traitor?

He means me.
Please...

No one is leaving you.

(moans)

Get ready to run.

All right?

Go!
Come on.

(shouts in Russian)

(speaks Russian)

(gunfire ceases)

(shouts in Russian)

(sighs) Okay, whatever phone
they were on is dead.

And ours aren't
much better.

Doesn't matter-- they're alive,

we have the coordinates,
we know where they are.

Jet's fueled and ready,
DiNozzo. Get on it.

I am on it.

(elevator bell dings)

Guys, there's a path back there.

We know.
Then why are we stopping?

I know it's getting dark,
but it's, what,

like, another
three miles?

We won't make three miles
with you slowing us down.

We're not carrying you.

Or freezing to death.

Sit down, Kevin.

(soft grunt)
Some fire.

(groans)

I'd worry about giving up
our position, but...

looks like there's no,
uh, danger of that.

Boy Scout motto, McGee.

Carry a lighter.

Okay, fine, so we're warm.

But Sergei's
still coming.

Solve one problem
at a time.

What do you mean? What problem?

Can't go any further
until you stop bleeding.

All right, bite down on this.

(gasps)

(screams)

(groaning)

All right, done.

Me, too.

(groans, whimpers in pain)

What are you doing?
Gibbs...

there's no way
they won't see that.

Well, that would be the plan.

VANCE: Delivery.
Thanks.

Anything else we can do?

I really wish
there was, Director.

(phone rings)

It's Jake. NSA.

Uh, Jimmy, take over from here.

Me?
Yeah, just hit “Enter” when Abby says.

Hey, Jake.

All right,
I'm-I'm saying it now.

Like, “now” right now?
Now,

okay, o-on three.

One...

two...

now.
(rapid beeping)

Looks better already.

For the moment.

I've just got to

come up with
some more red meat.

Well, keep at it.

And if you can think of anything
else that you need.

I need...

Gibbs and McGee
to come back alive.

(engine stops)

(speaks Russian)
...NCIS.

(shouts in Russian)

Don't stop. Keep moving.

What have you
got, Bishop?

Access, Director.

Well, hasn't your computer
been corrupted?

Oh, I'm on NSA's network,
Ducky, not ours.

My husband patched me in
and MTAC routed our request

for an infrared GPS
satellite feed through DOD.

And, wow, okay, there it is.

Here are the coordinates

where the helo was hit.

BISHOP: Where it landed
is anyone's guess.

VANCE:
Close enough.

Can you pan west?
Mm-hmm.

What was that?

Can you zoom in?

BISHOP: Got to be a fire
of some kind.

Pan slowly between
whatever it is

BISHOP: Got to be a fire
and Finland's border.

There. Could that be them?

They're moving pretty

fast on foot.

Like they're being chased.

Or chasing those three.

That's got to be our guys.

Tightly configured--
as though those two

are assisting the third.

SERGEI (over radio):
You think we're stopped?

We never stop.

And you will never leave.
What is this guy, the Terminator?

Turn it off, Tim.

KEVIN:
Wait...

why are we stopping?

Take him, Tim, keep going.

No, boss... boss,
we're not leaving you.

I'm with Tim.
We've come this far.

We're not gonna get any farther
unless someone slows 'em down.

I'll stay.

McGee...

Boss.

I'll be right behind you.

Go on.

Get out of here.

Keep going.

Who-Who's that
splitting off?

Oh, dear.

(gunshot)
(grunts)

You made this too difficult,
Agent Gibbs.

(wolf howls in distance)

(vehicle approaching)

(brakes squeak)

Boss, get in the truck.

Hey, we're 100 yards
from the Russian border,

we got to go.
Not without the helo crew.

Gotta go; Kremlin says
they'll get 'em home.

Finns want to get back

across the border.

(engine revs)

Let's move.

(distant howling)

(door creaks open)

Another boat?

Hm.

You planning another trip?

Not anytime soon.

Ms. Sciuto will be weeks

cleaning up the damage
from the virus.

Kevin, he was helpful, but he's
still looking at serious time.

Mm.

Well, I will bet you didn't
come all the way down here

to just tell me that, Leon.

VANCE:
Look familiar?

Sergei Mishnev.

International mercenary.

Funded by oligarchs.

Long list of offenses.

Yeah. Well, the only one
that matters is he killed

two pilots
and a petty officer.

Not if you consider his
friendship with Ari Haswari.

Seems his deal with Kevin

may have just been
a plan to get back at us.

His plan backfired.

No, Gibbs.

Our Intel says Sergei survived.

What?

How? I hit him.

He went down.

He got up.

No body was recovered.

And wherever he is now,
knowing all this,

there's a good chance
he'll be gunning for us.

Not if we find him first.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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