Nevada

Brenda was going stir-crazy. She had no idea if her husband was safe or if her old team was okay. How long would she have to stay here? She had plenty of food, and she was getting used to the heat, but ask anyone who's spent time in solitary. Being completely detached from the world can drive you to dark places; places no one should have to visit.

She had no idea when she would be able to leave and into what world would she enter. Would Potovsky be caught and behind bars again? Would his men find her here, forcing her to fight for life? She tried to keep her body and mind ready for anything. Normally, she hated exercise, but she needed to be ready to rumble: pushups, pullups off side of the staircase, jump squats, shadow boxing. She knew where every conceivable weapon in the place was located. She had a make-shift alarm at the only entrance, so if they came inside, she would hear them. All she could do now was wait.

Los Angeles

FBI

Agent Howard got a warrant for their Opal's e-mails, which confirmed the blackmail. He got a second warrant for her financial records, which connected her to the hotel mogul with a series of international accounts as intermediaries.

Fritz had it figured out. Wealthy clients, some of whom were high-ranking government officials would stay in the hotels to have affairs, pick up prostitutes, etc. Their hotel guy would get incriminating evidence, surveillance tape still shots, receipts from bars and would sned them to Opal who would blackmail them for cash and to get promotions, which she used to help their third suspect get clearance so he could smuggle contraband in and out of the country.

Now, the question was how to use the information to catch Potovsky. Fritz was rather lonely. It was just him and Joel, and Brenda's friend of course. He couldn't imagine what it was like to be all alone.

Miles away, Elaine wanted to check on Brenda, but she knew that revealing her location could get her killed. She needed to wait until this was all over and just hope for the best

CIA

Griffin had a friend in Seattle PD who tracked down the boy. He tried to run, but they convinced him it was safer to go with the police. He told them that they paid him to check a post office box every day, but nothing ever came.

He didn't know who these men were, but his family needed cash, and he didn't ask any questions.

It was safe to say Potovsky was in Seattle, waiting for a signal from someone. The question was, how to get him to bite early.

Griffin sent his finding to their team in Texas, which was growing bored. They didn't have anything to do at this point. They were waiting for the plane to head for Seattle, so they could ambush Potovsky's associates, but until then, they were just lying low in Texas.

Taylor sat on the ledge of their hotel window, drinking a whiskey sour. "This is so boring and forever taking. Why don't we just raid them already?"

"We can't go before they do anything, or else we'll leave empty handed."

"But won't we be waiting forever," added Marshall. "Potovsky's waiting for Brenda to appear. Brenda's waiting for Potovsky to get caught. How will we ever catch him if she's in hiding?"

Caitlin thought for a second. "Maybe you're right." She went into a corner to formulate a plan.

Washington, DC

Griffin was watching their three suspects. Every time they went near a security camera, he caught the image. He tracked their credit cards, vehicles via the GPS, and he had alerts if they made any flight plans, either private or on commercial airlines. He got a message from Caitlin.

"Have any Russian friends?"

Across town, Andrew and Elaine were having coffee in a bistro.

"I haven't slept in a week," he said.

"Nor have I. I thought I wouldn't ever have to feel this kind of stress again."

"You know what they say. You can leave the company, but it never leaves you. Your skeletons become zombies. They can be awakened at any moment."

"Don't remind me. I just hope none of them ever come out. I'm too old for this crap."

"That's why I always say, bury your dead."

"If Jack were here, he would have taken Potovsky out already."

"Now those were the days."

They sighed as they waited.

Los Angeles

Jack was packing his bag. He wasn't sure when, but he knew when trouble was lurking, and he was ready for a showdown. He had everything he needed to stay off the grid.

Joel came up and jumped on his bag.

"You can't come, silly cat!" Joel didn't budge. He had grown quite fond of Jack.

Jack picked him up and rubbed his fur. Fritz came home to find Jack getting ready to bounce.

"Leaving so soon!"

"They found Potovsky. I'm going to set up base nearby, so that when it's time to take him out, we'll be ready."

"Why don't we just arrest him?"

"Not good enough. We need to get all of his men or else people wil do his dirty work while he rots in jail. We need to ambush him."

"You going alone?" Fritz barely knew this guy, but he was clearly on his (and Brenda's) side, and Fritz thought someone should back him up.

"I've been alone for years. You need to stay here. Someone has to keep track of his goons." He left Fritz a throw phone. "I've I have any news, I'll call you. Don't use this phone for any other reason."

Jack left as he arrived to LA and started to make his way to Seattle.

Texas

Griffin had some Russian friends from Harvard. They were theatre majors. Hopefully, they could play the part of a hit squad.

Caitlin's plan was to have Griffin's friends play the part of the Russian squad that they had killed last week.

The boys arrived and Taylor picked them up from the airport. They spent the next two days figuring out how to dress them and how they should act. They also needed a damn good excuse as to why they were arriving so late.

Now, it was go time.

Marshall had sown GPS trackers into the men's clothes and put buttons on their shirts that were little cameras. The men called the plane company, saying they had finally arrived.

"Where the **** have you been?"

"Well, our car broke down," the man started in Russian. "We were having trouble getting cash to fix it, and we were stranded for quite a bit."

"You didn't call!"

"The information was in a packet waiting for us here. We had no one to call. We couldn't call boss, because we didn't want to reveal his location."

'Well, we move first thing tomorrow. Get here at 6AM."

The CIA team recorded the whole conversation, and would be able to watch the entire flight tomorrow. They would know who was on the plane, where they were positioned and who had an easily accessible firearm. This would be child's play

As predicted, the first call was from the CEO of plane company to Opal. She sent a request to the State Department, saying goods were being delivered from Texas to Portland on behalf of the French embassy. Of course, it was approved. Agent Howard got a secret warrant to record all of Opal's calls. He knew that this flight had to be important, and had an FBI team waiting in Portland.

Damien found his friends and got the team ready for their flight. They would be meeting the other flight in Portland.

No one in the company knew there had been a switch. They had never met Potovsky's crew before. The men played the part perfectly. Their stage makeup looked like battle scars. They spoke with harsh voices and short words.

Portland

Caitlin's team arrived and scoped out the tiny airport. They found what appeared to be an FBI tactical team. She flashed her NSA badge, and they skedaddled. The target plane landed in Portland at 10:30. They landed and when they got through the airport to get to the car, Caitlin's team was ready for them. They surrounded the group with drawn guns, and the takedown was rather simple. The pilot and his crew were now in custody.

The FBI team called Agent Howard.

"What do you mean you took off?"

"The NSA came and said they'd take it from there. We got out of the way."

Agent Howard was very nervous. What if this was apart of the plan? If there was a leak in the FBI? Any attempt to take down Potovsky could be in serious jeopardy. Fritz was going to need to go outside the agency.

Back in an abandoned warehouse.

Taylor began the interrogation. The pilot played dumb, acting like he had no idea what was going on or who these Russian men were. Damien was next. The pilot and the crew still played dumb. They were all in separate rooms, handcuffed to chairs.

Caitlin was their Closer. Brenda was her mentor but they had very different approaches. Brenda played dumb. She let the suspects feel safe with her, like she was their friend and cared about their side. Her blonde southerness helped it along. Caitlin, on the other hand, had fierce facial features, red hair, brown eyes, and pointy cheekbones. She just scared the truth out of people.

She made it very simple, giving the same speech to each man. "You all were caught in an attempt to deliver a hit crew to an assassination being planned by an escaped terrorist. You are all facing life in prison in the US, Russia and any other country where this crew is wanted. You have two choices. You can keep pretending that you know nothing, or you can save yourselves. The first person to give me a truthful answer walks. Everyone else gets locked up for life, and I guarantee you, someone will talk, so you may as well go first and make it count."

Her eyes were dark and erie, and she managed to speak with no emotion. She kept the same speed, tone and volume, almost like a machine. She wanted this experience to be unreal, and she did not want to come across as being capable of feeling sympathy, especially not for them.

She left them all alone to contemplate their situation. When she heard stomping, she entered the room. The co-pilot was ready to roll. He said that they got paid lots of money to deliver anything: exotic animals, contraband, people, and they would fill out fake forms to get by the government regulations.

Their boss would bribe officials to escape inspections, and he was behind whatever was going on here. Furthermore, he told them exactly where to find the loot before it got shipped off.

They were supposed to fly into Portland and store the plane. Then, they were supposed to drive the squad to Seattle and drive back to Portland and return home without them. A different plane was supposed to fly Potovsky and his men from Seattle to Vancouver.

With this information, Caitlin was ready to move. She took the flight crew to a federal holding cell except Blabbermouth, who made a phone call to his boss, saying the trip went according to plan, and they were all on the way to Seattle. The boss didn't suspect that there was any trouble.

Blabbermouth got taken to WitSec, so they could babysit him.

Caitlin and her team got to Seattle in about 3 hours. The didn't go straight to the hotel, lest they be seen. They booked a room in Takoma and began to map out the hotel, and the surrounding area. They notified Griffin of their arrival and he was able to get word to Jack. Jack met them at a small coffee shop outside the city.

"Who knows how many men this guy has?" Jack started.

"What do we do?"

"We need to get him to strike first. If he thinks that his target is in Seattle, then he'll send all oof his resources out. Then, we take them down"

"We don't even know where Brenda is."

"We don't have to know where she is. We just need word to get out that she's in town."