Chapter 4

When they arrived at the office, the team was already there, furiously at work. Everything was set up in a room off in the corner, away from the busyness of the rest of the agents in the office. When they walked into the room, there was a board with all the information they had gathered on it.

Jack, sitting off in the corner on the computer acknowledged Emily with a sharp nod of his head as she walked in the room and immediately went back to his computer screen. Without looking up from what he was doing, he said, "I'm running that image through some databases, maybe we'll get something. I'm also running it through the airport employment database, but where that mark is on the side of his head, we might not get anything there."

Amelia was staring intensely at the whiteboard, playing with the pen in her hand. "What is it?" Emily asked as she noticed the attention Amelia had while she was focused on the evidence. "Why'd he do it? I don't think it was terrorism, I think it was something more personal," she said, not taking her eyes off the board.

"Why do you say that?" Emily asked, puzzled by Amelia's conclusion. "Because if it were terrorism, there would have been more than one attack. Also, the airport is very large and he only bombed one small part of it. Not to mention if he's an employee, he'd have easy access," Amelia answered. Emily crossed her arms and stared at the board, taking in everything that Amelia had just said. Once she had run the information through her mind, she believed that Amelia was correct, that it wasn't terrorism, but they couldn't prove it yet until they had some solid evidence.

"Well, we won't be able to determine that until we know who he is," Emily responded. "Do we have a profile yet? If we do, it's time to deliver it to the local law enforcement," she said to the whole team. "I don't think we have one just yet," George spoke up. "Need a little more time, maybe some more evidence too to give us a better idea of what exactly happened."

Just as everyone turned back to what they had been doing, the phone rang. Jack, who was closest to the phone, answered it. "Agent Davies," he said, followed by a bunch of "uh huh's" and "okays." The conversation ended with a "thank you" followed by him hanging up the phone.

"That was airport security," Jack said finally freeing his eyes from being locked in the staring contest he had been having with the computer screen. "They think they may have something else, some more footage from another camera. It's a long shot, but they're bringing it over now. We narrowed it down to an employee or someone dressed like an employee. They said they were having a retirement party for one of the employees, they had a potluck luncheon. Might've caught him on the-," he said. Cutting him off, Charlie, almost yelling, exclaimed, "That's how he got it in there! We didn't know how he got the pressure cooker in there, well there's our answer. Potluck means lots of crockpots and containers."

"That's it!" Sophie said, reacting to what Charlie had just said. "They didn't check what was in it, so that's how he got it past security. Who's gonna check a pressure cooker on the day that there's a bunch of people bringing them in to celebrate."

"Good work," Emily said, pleased with what her team had just determined could be a reasonable explanation. "Maybe we have a better shot of him on this new footage and maybe we can make out his face better and have a shot to identify him," she said.

About an hour later, an agent poked his head into the room. "Agent Prentiss," he said looking around for her. Hearing her name, she got up and headed toward the doorway that the agent was standing in. "Can I help you?" she asked. "Aye, I have something here for you from the airport," he said handing her a manilla envelope. "Thank you," she said, taking the envelope from him and tore it open.

She handed the tape to Jack who popped it into the player. Jack, with an annoyed look on his face, whined, "Ah, bloody hell. This is going to take ages to do. There's hours worth of footage here and I'm not sure at what point our guy is going to make an appearance."

"Can't you run it through some sort of software to speed up the process?" Charlie asked. "Well, if I had a clear shot of his face then I could, but it's going to be very hard to find him with what we have. Might not even pick up on him," he said, sounding frustrated. "I see," Charlie responded, seeing how annoyed Jack had become.

"I'm sure not that many people came in through the employee's security entrance with pressure cookers, surely that'll narrow your search," Emily suggested. "Aye, but I can't just search for pressure cookers, lass, the software only works with faces, not objects," Jack answered her.

"Give me some time to work on this and I should be able to find him. It shouldn't be too hard, just tedious is all," he said rubbing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. Jack turned back to his computer screen and propped his head up with his hands. The rest of the team turned their attention to Emily, who had to figure out what their next step would be.

After thinking for a while, she finally began to speak. "I think while Jack is looking at the tape we should make sure we have all the other information and maybe start making up a profile. George, why don't you call the lab and see if they have the results in yet."

"Let's start with what we do know," Emily reached for a marker and drew a line on the whiteboard to separate Amelia's notes with her own. She wrote down what she was thinking- some things that they already knew. She began to make a list with bullet points that said, "white male, mid to late forties, mark on jawline?, employee?, ax to grind? terrorism?" There were reasons that she made the list as she did. She didn't want to throw out ideas that they did not yet know the factualness of it yet. They might not have known whodunnit or why he did it, but they did know some of what he looked like, and that he might be an employee working there.

"Is there anything else I missed?" Emily asked, looking around at the other three agents in the room. "Looks like you got it all to me, but I can't see all too clearly right now" Charlie answered, squinting to see what she had written. Charlie took his glasses off and wiped them with the bottom of his sweater. He placed them back on his head, now able to see better. "Aye, much better. You got everything I think," he said after taking a second look at her notes. "Okay, let's see what George comes back with from the bomb squad and what Jack gets from the footage," she said, putting the cap back on the marker.