"So, let me ask you something." Ballard said as he followed Boyd to the address of the woman that Craft had been planning to kill, "It's pretty obvious you're police. How did you end up working for these people?"
Boyd opened the door to the apartment building for Ballard before following after him, "Could ask you the same question."
"I'm not working for them. I'm just trying to save the girl." Ballard argued, a bit angered that Boyd thought he would work for the Dollhouse.
"There's always a girl." Boyd told him as he pushed the call button for the apartment of the victim, "427. Anita Walsh."
"Hello?" A woman's voice answered from the intercom, "Hello?"
Boyd moved out of the way and gestured for Ballard to answer.
"Miss Walsh?" Ballard asked as he moved closer to the intercom so he could be better heard.
"Who's asking?" She asked.
"Special Agent Paul Ballard, FBI. I'm sorry. I know it's early, but there's an urgent situation you may be Abe to help us with. If we could ask you a few questions, it's about Carl Craft." Boyd explained.
"I don't have strangers in my home. Um, I'm just leaving for work, I'll come down." She said before clicking off the intercom.
"You do realize what we're doing… to this woman? Resurrecting a nightmare and maybe for no good reason. Whoever Carl Craft was may have nothing to do with who…" Boyd trailed off the moment that he saw Ms. Walsh step out of the elevator, "Alpha is…"
"Agent Ballard. How may I help you?" The woman asked.
Ballard turned towards the victim, a beautiful brunette woman with a vivid scar slashed right across her face that still hadn't faded after all this time.
"Agent Ballard?" She asked before straightening her back with a determined glint in her eyes, "How may I help you?"
Ballard quickly realized that he had found the link he'd been looking for.
"What's this? Background singer, ninja girl?" Topher asked as he was handed a wedge to look over, "I don't know why Alpha would imprint her as a background singer unless he was starting an evil band."
He checked the personality anyways only to get a negative beep, it wasn't the personality that Echo had been imprinted with. That didn't surprise Topher, but he had had to check anyways.
"Nope. Next." Topher said before being interrupted by his phone ringing which he immedietly answered, "This is Topher."
"Topher. Question. When Alpha was an Active, did he ever have any engagements that ended up in Pedro?" Boyd asked from the other end of the line.
"Uh, he had a lot of engagements, Boyd. Can you be more specific?" Topher asked.
"When Alpha was a civilian, he, uh, abducted a woman. Kept her captive for three days in some sort of defunct power plant. She escaped. Cops picked her up on the highway." Boyd told him, hoping it would remind him of something they could work with.
Topher's eyes widened before he turned towards one of his assistants, "Uh, get me Whiskey 1.1."
His assistant rushed to grab him the wedge in question while Topher continued listening to Boyd speak.
"Too traumatized to find her way back there, but it was somewhere in San Pedro."
"Actually… yes." Topher answered as he was given a metal brief case from the assistant and opened it so he could go through it, "There was one engagement. He slipped his handler. It was a double. He was Whiskey 1.1. It took us a while to get a lock on his location. Wasn't a place we'd been before. It was a bit off perimeter."
"Explains why your bounty hunters hadn't turned up anything." Boyd replied, realizing why they had been unable to find them earlier.
"Here it is." Topher said as he unfolded the paper contains the location, "San Pedro. Industrial road 7-18."
"Thanks, Topher." Boyd said before hanging up, leaving Topher once more in silence.
Topher began to put the case away before stopping as an idea suddenly came to him as he thought about how Alpha's civilian life intersected with one of the personalities he'd had while he'd been an active. He took the imprint and began to check if it had been used recently. He was given an affirmative hum and Topher stared off into space as the realization hit him.
"Whiskey. He's using an old Whiskey imprint." He muttered to himself, unaware that 'Dr. Saunders' was standing right outside the imprint room holding a file.
He quickly left the room and rushed to tell DeWitt about finding which imprint Alpha had used on Echo. Immediately dismissed after telling her, Topher went back to his office only to notice Dr. Saunders standing by the window as she watched the dolls go about their day.
"Dr. Saunders?" He questioned softly.
"I think you gave me more computer skills than would be required by a medical doctor." She told him dully.
Topher glanced nervously at the computer monitor as he saw an open file containing a single picture of Dr. Saunders, Whiskey's, original personality.
"It was very easy for me to hack your system." She told him before turning to face him and began walking towards him, "I'm curious."
Topher hesitated before responding, "About?"
"Well, I guess I understand why they wouldn't want to waste an investment. And I suppose why hire a new physician when you can just… imprint the broken doll. But why did you decide it was so important for me to hate you?"
Topher looked up in surprise as she uttered those words and she watched his reaction fro a few moments before turning to walk away, "I think that's strange."
"You didn't open it." Topher said.
Dr. Saunders stopped, "No."
"Aren't you curious to see who you really are?"
Dr. Saunders slowly turned to face him, her expression full of disdain, "I know who I am."
Dr. Saunders then walked out of the office, leaving Topher to take in a sharp gasp of air as he was left alone in silence.