Nevada
Brenda woke up in a cold sweat. She had spent many nights sleeping alone, but none of them like this. She was under a pile of blankets but was hot and cold at the same time. She desperately wanted her husband to hold her. She didn't know when she would be able to feel that again. She got out of bed and dried off with a towel. She hung her sheets to dry and wrapped herself in her driest blanket.
Brenda didn't have time to go through her files. She took out her notebook and wrote down everything she remembered about Potovsky.
It was 1997. She and her team were looking for a bomb that was to be purchased in Saint Petersberg. Allegedly, the bombmaker was involved with the bombing in Atlanta in 1996. This case hit home for Brenda. Her parents had gone to the Olympics. She could have lost them. They arranged for a buy. Marshall was going to buy the bomb. Taylor and Caitlin were to nab the bomber and Damien was to disable it.
They had two problems. The bomb wasn't actually finished when Marshall came to purchase it. His team was still working on it. The second problem was Potovsky's team got spooked. They tried to flee with the bomb and it went off, killing all of Potovsky's protegees, disfiguring Potovsky. Brenda's team made it out safely. Potovsky was arrested at the hospital and had been in jail ever since. The US and Russia worked out the trial diplomatically. Russia didn't appreciate US operatives in their territory, but they also wanted Potovsky. They agreed to forgive the breach of their sovereignty in order to keep him.
Look what good that did, Brenda thought to herself. Brenda recalled the names of the dead bombers. She thought their families might be helping Potovsky. She remembered Potovsky's file, where he grew up, who his childhood friends were, what all happened to his family. She made a list of likely associates. Unfortunately, she had no idea what happened to these people or what they looked like now.
She drank some water and sat down.
Los Angeles
Fritz couldn't sleep. He paced back and forth, unsure of what to do. His wife was in trouble and he couldn't do anything for her. He had no idea who was after her, where she went, how to end this mess. He sat on the couch, trying to overcome the anxiety that was plaguing him.
Throughout the city, six other men were also failing to sleep. They either gazed out their window or sat at the edge of the bed or hid under their sheets, hoping for something that would give them a sign as to what to do.
Arkansas
The team drove before morning. They found out that the gunmen were on route to Seattle. They called Sophie and gave them the address that had been circled on the map. They needed to figure out what was there. They stayed their course towards Los Angeles. They needed to find their leader. They found cash, weapons, fake passports, and photos. It was no surprise that the informant had been a setup. They were surprised however to find out that the man who called them was a bar owner in Adams Morgan. They sent his information to Sophie.
Washington, DC
Griffin went to the bar to check it out. The neighbor said it had been closed for days, which was unusual. Griffin managed to jimmy open a side window. He got inside and it smelled awful. He covered his nose and found the man dead in the back, a bullet to the head.
Griffin left and called MPD from a payphone. He said a man was dead and gave the location. He disguised his voice by using a British accent that he perfected in undergrad. He went back to his lab.
It looked like the man had been shot with a pistol. He waited for MPD's autopsy report. In the mean time, he started searching through TSA records of anyone who entered the country within the last week. He was looking for anyone of Russian descent, particularly ones from Potovksy's neighborhood with a military background.
While the search was running, Griffin looked through the file Caitlin had on the informant. Allegedly, he had information on a drug dealer who imported opium from Iran. Allegedly, the exporter had ties to a terrorist organization that was based in Lebanon. Griffin realized that Potovsky must have been planning this for a long time, long enough to set up such an elaborate rouse. Griffin started to back track. He needed to figure out when this plan started to form and who helped him.