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"Classic spycraft goes all the way back to the Abwehr."

"They're Nazi intelligence."

"Whoever did this is old-school."

"Is that morse code?"

"It's not that simple, but it's the same principle. No matter high-tech things get, analog's always the best way to go."

"What's it say?"

"Well, this right here- that's 'Protect them'"

"Protect who?"

"Well, these are names."

"Names of who?"

"Spies, I think."

"Spies?"

"How can you tell they're spies?"

"Because this name here- that's me."

"Postmark on the envelope reads Ann Arbor, stamped 2 days ago."

"There's an A.P. story about a public suicide that day. A man shot himself in the head, right out on the street, broad daylight. A Robert Brooks."

"Ring a bell, Huck?"

"Here's a photo."

"That's Crosby."

"Who's Crosby, or who was-"

"He was my case officer in B-613."

"What's B-613?"

"Quinn."

"This is bad. This very bad."

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Huck walked quickly and silently to his office. Olivia turned to her colleagues.

"Keep digging." She stated before following Huck.

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"Huck-"

"This is very, very bad."

I know, Huck, I know."

"No I don't think you do. We are in my wheelhouse now, okay B-613 was a top secret, off the books program funded by the CIA. I'm supposed to be a ghost."

"Huck-"

"If my name, and not my real name but Huck, the alias that goes with this life, at Pope and Associates, if my name is on a list, it's time for me to go." Huck was breathing at a rapid pace, almost too fast.

"Huck, look at me. Focus on me. We can fix this okay? We'll figure something out. We always figure something out."

Huck was almost gasping for air now, taking short, ragged breaths and letting out even shorter ones. He began to feel dizzy, like the room was spinning. His eyes wanted to roll back but he forced them forward.

"Huck? What's wrong? Huck, talk to me. What's going on?"

"I th- I think I'm having a panic attack."

His legs felt like jello, and his knees buckled. Unable to stand on his own, he grabbed onto his desk chair, but it flipped under his weight and Huck nearly fell with it. He felt Olivia grab onto his arm and guide his to the corner in between the wall and the shelves that were stacked with tech equipment. He slid down the wall and landed hard on the cold floor. Olivia knelt down in front of him.

"Okay, try and think about something else. Anything else."

"Like what?" Huck stammered in between gasps.

"Happy things, good things, friends, family. Us. Huck, think about us. Try and slow your breathing."

"I can't. I can't."

Olivia grabbed his face with both of her hands and lifted it up so that he could see that this, that she was real. He was damp with sweat and was still gasping for breath with a desperate expression, panic in his eyes.

"Shh, shh… Huck look at me, look at me, shh. It's okay, it's okay."

"Liv…"

"Crosby sent the list to me, the check is in my name too. So whatever this is, whatever I'm supposed to protect you against is in my wheelhouse, not yours and that means we can fix this.

"Liv…"

"Huck, trust me. Let me take care of this. Let me take care of you. Okay?" She stroked his face with her thumb and wiped a tear that had escaped. With every stroke, his breathing seemed less jagged, less panicky, more controlled. The gasping ceased, and he finally began to let her in, to allow her to see through the tough expression he constantly wore to cover up all the pain and fear he held inside.

"Okay." He whispered.

"Okay." She repeated back. She gave him one final, reassuring nod and stood up. She leaned over and offered her hands to Huck. He took them, grateful for her support as he slowly stood up. She squeezed his hand gently.

"Everything is going to be alright. I promise."

"And if it's not?"

"Well, then, I guess we go down together. You and me. Just like how it used to be. And how it always will be."