Elizabeth Keen sat miserably at her desk in the Post Office. She had been in the penitentiary the night before, had stayed and watched in horror as Raymond Reddington was executed. The crippling guilt in her gut felt like a lead weight that she would never be rid of. To add to the horror of last night, just a few minutes after Red's heart stopped beating, an explosion occurred on the exterior of the prison. An extraction team had come in and stolen Red's body right from the execution room. The task force was horrified at this turn of events, and had spent the next 36 hours trying to figure out what happened.

"Um, Liz? Liz!... Agent Keen!"

Liz turned to see Aram running after her with his laptop in tow.

"You've got to see this," he said, grabbing her arm and dragging her into Cooper's office. Cooper, Samar, and Ressler were already waiting, sitting in front of a large computer screen. As the door closed, Aram moved around the room, closing all of the blinds before walking up to the screen.

Cooper yawned, "Alright Aram. You have all of us. What is this about?"

Amar took a deep breath and looked nervously around the room. "I was reviewing the footage from the penitentiary like you asked… and I found something."

Liz's eyes were wide, "You saw who took Reddington's body?"

Aram nodded, "There's something else, though," he said quietly.

Ressler looked questioningly at him, "...Aram? What did you find?"

He turned on the computer screen, showing the closed circuit feeds of the medical staff lounge adjoining the execution room. He dialed back the footage to 11:46 PM and hit play.

"Look at this."

The task force watched as the nurse clumsily tossed the syringes onto the floor.

Aram slowed it down even further, "Watch her hands," he whispered.

As the door was closing, they watched the woman tilt the tray and slide the three syringes into her right hand. Her left hand released the tray and dropped three different syringes to the floor. The task force could only gape at the screen. When the older nurse bent to pick up the fallen syringes, the blonde nurse quietly tossed the ones containing the execution drugs into the trash.

"Aram?" Samar asked, looking concerned.

"There's more." He pulled up the feed from the execution and fast-forwarded to 12:02 AM. "As soon as that explosion occurred, the executioner closed the curtain... This is what happened after the curtain was closed."

The task force watched as the same blonde nurse pulled four different syringes from the pocket of her scrubs and quickly pushed them through the IV. When the woman was caught by the executioner they all gasped in horror as she slit the man's throat. The younger of the two nurses screamed and tried to run but the woman flung the same scalpel straight into the nurse's chest.

Liz couldn't believe what she was seeing as the woman untied Redington and removed him from the heart monitor cords. Five associates dressed in black riot gear came into the room carrying a gurney. They hoisted Reddington onto it and hurried him out of the room. One associate stopped to hand a holster vest to the woman, who removed her scrubs and strapped the holster on.

Aram then switched to a dual camera feed. One showed the hallway which the associates carried Reddington through, the other showed a large black suv parked in front of the detonation sight. As they watched the men load Reddington into the back of the suv, which had been converted into a makeshift ambulance, the woman strode purposefully through the hallway. She stopped in front of the hall's camera and looked directly into the lens. She looked murderous as she racked a bullet into the chamber of her firearm before leaving through the same hole in the wall.

The woman walked out into the night and the task force let out a collective gasp as they recognized the man standing beside the suv.

Dembe nodded to the woman and they both climbed into the vehicle, their extraction team holding onto the sides as they peeled out of the prison.

Aram looked fretfully at the rest of the task force. "Mr. Reddington's car was left at the prison. Wherever Dembe is, he's with him, and the woman."

The task force sat in stunned silence, staring at the frozen image of the woman on the screen.

Liz looked stricken, "Aram… What does this mean?"

"I think," his voice shook as he said it, "I think Mr. Reddington might be alive."