"We're here to see mister Lyons." Kara slammed her hand down onto the reception desk, startling the woman behind it. She looked up from the rims of her glasses. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No, but it's an emergency." Kara replied quickly. "It can't wait."

"Well, mister Lyons is a very busy man, so I'm afraid-…"

Winn cut the woman off easily by reaching into his back pocket and yanking out his badge holder. "FBI, special agent Schott. Me and my partner need to go talk to him – it won't take long. Unless you want us to take you in for obstructing justice too, ma'am?"

The receptionist opened and closed her mouth a few times, before she clenched her jaw and reached for the phone. "…Mister Lyons? You have visitors. FBI."

Kara, in the meantime, was too amazed at Winn's performance to feel victorious. As soon as the woman had sent them up in the elevator and the doors closed, she turned to her friend. "That was… amazing."

"I've been binging Criminal Minds." Winn admitted with a weak chuckle, before he grew serious again. "How are we going to do this?"

Kara sighed. "… All of this could still be a coincidence. But Lyons recommended him to the DEO personally, and pulled strings to get him in the DEO ranks as soon as possible… I'd just like to know why." She glanced up. "And if he doesn't want to talk to us… Then Supergirl can go ask him too."

The elevator doors opened, and the duo made their way over to the CEO's office. The door was already open, so Kara just knocked against it. "Mister Lyons?"

Behind the desk was a man who looked to be in his early forties, with dark brown hair. He looked up from his computer monitor at the sound, and smiled weakly, getting up. "You must be the agents."

"Agent Danvers, Agent Schott." Kara said, motioning between the two of them as Winn flashed his badge.

Kara tried not to show how proud she felt of calling herself by her sister's title.

"What can I help you with?" Lyons shook both of their hands, before motioning for them to sit down at his desk. The two complied easily, and Kara took the lead. "We want to ask you some questions involving Tristan Barclay."

Lyons nodded slowly. "Tristan… Do you have any word on his condition? The media has been a bit… reluctant in giving out information."

"We can't disclose any information on the investigation." Winn said, in his authoritative-agent voice.

Lyons chuckled weakly. "I figured. Oh, and before you go on, I know the two of you are DEO agents – Director Henshaw is a good friend of mine. That's why I wanted to give him Tristan in the first place."

Kara clenched her jaw, but nodded. "Can you tell us why you recommended his transfer? Wasn't he happy doing private security for you?"

"He loved his job here. And I loved having him. But… it was time for him to move on, and I wanted to give him a push in the right direction, instead of dropping him like a brick." The man tucked his hand in his pocket casually.

Kara adjusted her glasses. "So… you contacted Director Henshaw to ask him to assign Barclay to the DEO… seven months ago?"

"That's right. And he was hired on the spot, I knew he would be – Tristan is a very hard worker."

"What did his job here entail, Mister Lyons?" Kara said, now nearing full-on reporter mode. "Private security is a broad term."

"He was a security guard at one of the sites in National City, combined with personal protection duty." Lyons said. "He was my bodyguard at a few private events."

Kara nodded. "Did you ever feel like something was off about him? That he was doing something…"

"… Shady?" Lyons finished for her with a weak chuckle. "Absolutely not. Tristan was a loyal, disciplined and caring man, and I'm very grateful that he made it out of that bombing alive."

Winn sighed, realizing that they weren't going to get anything more out of the man. "Is there anything else you can tell us, something that will help us forward?"

Lyons got up from his desk with a frown. "I'd love to help you, but I'm not quite sure what you're implying with all these questions. You're making it sound like Tristan was involved in the bombing."

"We're just checking out every possible lead we have, sir." Winn said quickly. "There's no malintent."

Lyons raised an eyebrow. "Well, then, you have my answer."

"Okay. Again – we're sorry to bother you, mister Lyons."

"Jordan." Lyons corrected Kara with a wink, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a business card. "Here… If you have any more questions. Or – you know – if you want to get more personal."

Winn didn't like the tone the man put on at all, so with a forced polite smile, he pulled Kara out of the office.

With the interruption gone, Alex was finally free to continue her autopsy on Barclay's body. But as much as she willed herself to focus, she couldn't help but think about Greene and Maggie.

The man had seemed scary and angry, and the last thing Alex wanted in their current situation was for Maggie to feel scared.

So she put down the scalpel and took off her gloves, and headed for the door – stopping just inches from the doorknob to listen to the noises on the other side.

"I told you to stay out of it, and look what you did!" Greene's furious hissing made Alex's skin crawl.

"I'm going to figure out what happened during that mission, Greene. And when I do, I'm going to make them pay for what they did to the DEO."

A humorless chuckle. "I told you I'd kill you. I won't hesitate. I tried at the bomb site, but you didn't die – I won't make that mistake again. You, your wife, and everyone you've ever loved, will die."

Alex yanked the door open, her eyes wide, as she pulled her gun. But all she saw was Greene's back, as he was walking away, towards the exit.

Leaving behind a panting Maggie, down on the ground and covering the stitches on her side with a clenched hand. Alex considered going after the man, but shelved the thought in favor of kneeling down by her wife's side. "Hey… It's okay, you're okay, he's gone."

"Alex… he's going to kill you." Maggie whispered. "If we touch Cerberus again, he's going to-…"

Alex shushed her gently. "Shh, don't worry. We'll figure something out, alright? We always have."

Maggie raised the hand that had been covering her side, and put it up to the light, so that Alex could see that it was coated in fresh blood.

Alex glanced down at her side, expecting Maggie's stitches to have ripped, but saw that the bandage was still completely intact. Instead, she watched as Maggie wiped her hand on her pants, now revealing a symbol carved into her hand. It looked like three C's carved around one another.

It looked too methodical to just be a random cut. And Maggie seemed to agree, because her breaths quickened at the sight. "I-I… know this symbol."

Alex yanked at the lab coat she'd been given, ripping off a piece of cloth to wrap against Maggie's hand to stop the bleeding for now until she could bandage it properly.

"… I think it's a mark. He marked me."

The agent looked up at those words, freezing in place. But as Maggie stared down at her now covered hand, she swallowed thickly.

Alex didn't have to be a genius to figure out that the symbol carved in Maggie's hand meant trouble.

Greene's words had been nothing short of terrifying.

But the sight of the symbol…

Alex knew that it was familiar.

The three C's had to stand for Cerberus, the three-headed dog. It was starting to look like Cerberus was more than just an operation name – it was an actual group.

The group that had bombed the DEO.

Suddenly, she remembered where she'd seen the symbol before.

It hit her like a truck, pushing the wind out of her as she emitted a strangled gasp and ran back into the morgue behind her, leaving a still panting Maggie for just a second, to reach for Barclay's hand, her stomach somersaulting at the realization.

The carvings were identical.