JJ, Garcia and the two officers helping them are concentrating on the three remaining bombs. Their eyes scan the tunnels and platforms that lead to the closets. Garcia sees the man casually walking towards the tunnel to the Rayburn building.
"Hotch, you have a suspect easing towards the tunnel. Dark gray suit, no briefcase or backpack."
"Got him, Garcia. Good job. We're going in after him."
Hotch and Leroy wait until the man steps into the tunnel. They carefully walk towards that way, gesturing for two cops to come with them. As soon as they clear public eyesight they set off at a light jog. When they see the closet door open they pull their guns. They hear the man speaking angrily in an Arab dialect. When the man storms out of the closet he freezes when he sees four guns pointed at him.
"Hands in the air," Leroy says calmly.
The man's eyes flick to the four LEO's as if trying to figure out a way to get away from them and their guns.
"You have no where to go," Hotch assures him. "And you let us kill you you'll have done nothing to prove your worth to Allah. You'll die a pathetic, failed, thug instead of a martyr for the cause."
The man seems to consider this a moment before finally raises his hands in the air. "You can arrest me but you will not stop us. Put me in your jails and I will recruit many for the cause," he tells them with a smile.
Hotch and Leroy keep their guns on the man as the Capital police cuff him and search him. Hotch steps up to him.
"Tell me: who the fuck do you think you'll recruit at Gitmo?"
The man's smug smile fades as it hits him that he will not be in a cushy American prison but rather will be sent into detainment at Guantanamo Bay. The police drag him into the maintenance tunnels as he screams and cusses the American infidels. Hotch keys his mike.
"Second detonator secured."
Soon after Hotch and Leroy had radioed that they are entering the tunnel Rossi and Ken had seen another man approach a maintenance access tunnel. They know that leads to the third bomb.
Gathering two officers they make their way into the tunnel after the man. Much like Hotch and Leroy they hear cussing. Rossi grins.
"Emily taught me that word. It's not a pleasant one."
Ken just smiles. They wait until the angry man steps out of the closet.
"Surprise," Rossi says. "Put your hands up and save me a lot of paperwork."
The man looks around frantically.
"Man, you got nowhere to go," Ken warns him.
The man smiles. "I can go to God. And I can take you with me."
He pulls out a knife and races at the agents. Four guns fire. Four bullets tear into the man and he collapses to the ground, his knife bouncing harmlessly away. Rossi shakes his head.
"Idiot," he mumbles. He keys his mike. "Suspect dead."
"Copy, Rossi," Emily responds.
Reid looks at Timothy. "That means our guy is the only one left. Where the hell is he?"
The agents continuously scan the thickening crowd. In the control room, JJ and Garcia are concentrating on the platform area while keeping an eye on the janitors closet where the fourth and final bomb is concealed.
"Oh, crap…we nearly screwed up," Reid whispers.
"What? Why?" Timothy asks.
Reid nods towards the closet. "The fourth detonator is a woman." He keys his mike. "There's a woman in a business suit approaching the closet. No briefcase and she is staring at her watch."
"Got her," Garcia tells him.
Reid and Timothy approach the closet slowly with 2 officers. The woman opens the door just enough to slip inside. The four LEO's clear the immediate area and train their guns on the door. They hear shuffling, a flurry of angry words and then silence. After a minute they hear a grunt, a gurgling and a loud thump. Reid and Timothy exchange a look.
Swallowing hard, Reid approaches the door. He mouths a three count and flings the door open. All four officers wince as they see the woman on the ground, a self-inflicted knife wound to her throat. Though it is obvious she is gone, Reid steps in and confirms the death.
"Clear. She's gone." He keys his mike. "Fourth detonator dead."
"Copy," Emily responds. "All teams, the suicide bombers are coming next. They will be expecting the blasts any minute now. When they don't happen they will know the plot has been discovered. Be ready for anything. Shoot to kill. Repeat: shoot to kill. Once a suspect is down clear the area of civilians immediately. The bombs could be set to go off even without manual detonation."
There are a round of copies. Reid closes the door to the closet. "She'll be fine in there for now. Spread out and keep your eyes open. Remember the markers: too calm, aiming to be in crowds he doesn't seem to really be part of, and a large backpack that looks too cheap for this crowd. There's a chance the calm could turn to agitation as the main bombs don't go off as planned, most likely at noon."
"So they get to them at 11:30 and set them off at noon?" Timothy confirms.
"That's my assumption," Reid answers.
Timothy and the cops nod and spread out to watch the area of the subway system.
Emily is scanning the crowd when she sees a man carrying a medium-sized backpack sidle up to a group of young interns, who are laughing and chatting as they await a train. She slowly makes her way towards him, studying him carefully. Is he just eavesdropping? Is he maybe going to make a play for one of the interns?
He casually shifts his head and sees on of the cops staring directly at him. Emily sees the flicker in his eyes and his hand move towards the pack.
"EVERYBODY OUT!" she screams as she pulls her gun. "HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!"
He sneers at her as the interns do exactly what she expected: they scatter, putting distance between the bomber and themselves. The officers and Morgan are directing people to vacate the area. The man starts to curse at Emily in Urdu. She raises an eyebrow.
"My mother is actually a very religious woman as am I," she says to him, surprising him with her understanding of his language and the insults he had spewed.
"You may stop me but you can't stop us all," he warns her.
"Then I'll stop as many as I can," she threatens him. "I won't die for a lost cause."
He grins. "No. You'll die for mine."
He races towards her. She fires just as he hits a button on the side of his backpack and detonates the bomb he wears on his back.
In the control room, Garcia screams and JJ sucks in a breath as the cameras in that area are knocked out by the blast. JJ keys her mike.
"Prentiss? Prentiss, can you hear me? EMILY!"