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♪ NCIS: LA 2x21 ♪
Rocket Man
Original Air Date on April 12, 2011>

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Uh, one or two N's
in "inoculate"?

One.

The man says "one."

How do you spell light-en-ing?

What report are you filing?

He's not.
He's doing a crossword.

Okay, it's a word search,
thank you,

and it helps to keep my
intellect razor-sharp.

Yeah, well, it's
pronounced "lightning."

There's no "e," Razor.

Light-en-ing
Lightning.

I guess that's
a silent "e."

Never fails.

You guys give us a
four-hour delivery window

and always show up
at the last minute.

What's up with that?
Yeah, you know, when a girl says

that she likes a man in uniform,

I don't think that this
is what she had in mind.

Don't push it. I'm so over this.

This is
the worst assignment ever.

AW, come on, Sam.

Can't be any worse
than the Puppy Park.

G...

Uh, do tell.

What's the Puppy Park?

Sam had to go undercover
as a dog walker,

only he forgot the baggies.

Five dogs... big dogs.

No baggies.
Oh! Ooh!

Poop-scooping aside, though,
going undercover's the best part

of our job. I mean, you get
to be somebody you're not.

For you, that's an improvement.

And also you like to lie.

What? No! I thought
we were picking on Sam.

And secondly, it's not lying,

it's truth reimagined
for the higher good.

Houston, we have a problem.

Uh-oh.
That can't be good.

Ollie Drewett, 52,

an expert in rocket
engine design,

and founder of Drewett
Space Technologies.

He got trapped in a satellite

test chamber.
And it looks like

he didn't pass the test.

Here he is showing off
his latest rocket

with his partner Harlan Holt,
and his daughter Ariel.

She's head of operations.

They're basically a
rocket for hire service:

You bring them a payload

and they put it in orbit
for a price.

What's up with the
giant Rubik's Cube?

That's the
satellite being tested.

More specifically,
a micro-satellite.

Looks like it'd fit
in the overhead.

Miniaturization.

After Reagan deregulated
satellite launches

for the private sector,
in the '80s,

the industry, well, it...
"took off."

Satellites got smaller
and cheaper.

The one in question
was designed and built

by an American consortium

for a Turkish
telecommunications company.

As a favor to our NATO ally,
the U.S. government agreed

to build the satellite using the
latest classified technology.

Ortam Communications
pays for it,

but they never get to actually
see what makes it tick.

At least that's the agreement.

Anything useful
on Drewett's cell phone?

Uh, it froze and melted.

So, it "frelted"?
Spell that.

I managed to hack into
Drewett's IM account.

Five minutes before
he entered the chamber,

he sent a text to his daughter:
"One last shake and bake."

But it was an unscheduled test.

After the chamber is
blast-chilled to below zero,

it then heats up
to 450 degrees Fahrenheit.

All the air is sucked
out of those vents

and it creates a vacuum.

Like space.
And the shake?

The satellite stand is designed
to vibrate at a high speed,

to test if the satellite will
hold up during liftoff.

Which, I'm guessing,
has been postponed.

Uh, no, actually.

They're still
scheduled to launch

in five hours and 22 minutes.

Which is why the DOD wants us

to make sure that this was an
unfortunate industrial accident

and not something
which might compromise

the security of our technology.

Amigos...

Vamos.

Drive or fly?

To Lancaster?

Wait, no, tell me that's
not a serious question.

Space technology is
a pretty specialized field.

I mean, you really need someone
who speaks their language

to get them to open up.

Someone with the power to shut
them down wouldn't hurt either.

An FAA inspection

wouldn't be out of place,
considering the circumstances.

Yeah, but the question is who?
I mean, there's a lot to learn

and not much time.

Hmm.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

Mr. Beale, I think it's time

for you to take
a little field trip.

A field trip?

Gentlemen, ma'am.

Welcome to Lancaster
Air and Space Port.

Right this way.

See, now that...
is seriously cool.

They take passengers
into space next year,

if you've got 200K burning
a hole in your pocket.

Does that include
the baggage fee?

Wonder if they have
jet packs out here?

Got to talk to Hetty about
getting us some jet packs.

Settle down, Space Cadet.

You guys here about Ollie?

You knew him?

Yeah, I knew him.

Well, at least we know
the locals are friendly.

Photo I.D.'s, please.

Thanks.

That's Harlan Holt,
Drewett's business partner.

We'll start with him.

See if you can find
Drewett's daughter.

Kens, she lost her
father last night.

A little female bonding may go a long way.
You got it.

So, after about 15 seconds,

hopefully, if the
timing is right,

the satellite will launch.

Mr. Holt?

But... Yes?

Agents Hanna, Callen, NCIS.

I'm sorry, did we, um...
did we have an appointment?

No. But here we are.

Well, can this wait? These
gentlemen have come a long way

and we're on a strict schedule.

Pretty "business as usual,"

considering your partner
was just killed.

Ollie Drewett's death
was a tragedy.

But we have
a contract to uphold,

and a small launch window,

which is getting smaller
every second

I stand here talking to you.

Look, I'm...
I'm sorry. Um...

We're all dealing
with Ollie's death

and the stress of
launching the satellite.

Feel free to look around,
and I'll see you have

full access to our facility.

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Who are you?

Special Agent Blye, NCIS.

This is Detective
Marty Deeks, LAPD.

I already spoke to the police.

I'm an LAPD liaison,

but this is an NCIS
investigation now.

I'm very, very sorry
about your father.

Why is NCIS interested in this?

Department of Defense request.

Ah. Protecting your classified
technology, is that it?

We're just trying to safeguard
that it hasn't been compromised.

Well, it hasn't.

Where's the satellite now?

It's at the launch site.

It was mated
about two hours ago.

Mated?
Put on top of the rocket.

Ah, yes. Mated.

Who would have done that?

Uh, it would have been
my father. But, um...

Harlan Holt took
his place, today.

Your father's business partner.
Yes.

Any tension between those two?

Only about everything, 24/7.

My father didn't have a
malevolent bone in his body.

Every person that works here
loved and respected him.

But not Holt?

Different story.

How different?

We ran software checks
on the computer

that controls the test chamber,
to see if there was a fault.

There wasn't.
So you're saying

that your father's death
wasn't an accident?

I'm saying someone
had to close the airlock

and then activate
the test signals.

Okay, so you're saying
that Harlan Holt...

Murdered my father?
Definitely.

Okay, Mehmet Osip
and Ali Yilmaz are here,

representing the Turkish
telecommunications conglomerate

that bought the satellite.

We're running backgrounds.

These are Harlan Holt's
career stops.

Any red flags?

Yeah.
Back in the '90s,

Holt started an export company

with a guy
by the name of Curtis Roby.

Not long after, they were cited
for shipping parts and software

on our Military Critical
Technologies List.

Recipients included Libya,
Syria, North Korea...

All national
security threats...

So, they lost their license.

Holt then left the company and
started a new one with Drewett.

Where's Roby now?

He runs his own space-tech
company at Lancaster.

A direct competitor
to Holt and Drewett's.

So, did you finish forensics
on the stress chamber?

Still working.

The data at Drewett's
a hard nut.

A lot of their intel
is on a closed system;

No on-line access.

Which is why they
need you out there.

Yeah, I guess.

Look, you're going to do great.

Really.

Why was your father alone
during the testing?

Isn't there some sort
of safety protocol?

Yeah, it's built into
the chamber program.

If there's a malfunction,
it shuts down automatically.

It didn't 'cause there was
no malfunction.

Who else had access
to the control system

besides your father?

Me, Holt, uh, some of our
ground systems engineers.

Why do you think Holt did it?

My father was all about vision.

Holt...
all about profit.

And our company
was losing money.

Holt wanted to sell.

My father found out
he put feelers out

to several companies.

How did your father feel
about selling?

He said, over his dead body.

Good. Okay.

Ariel Drewett said
Harlan Holt was trying

to sell the company.

Her dad was not on board.

And by "not on board,"
she means that Holt killed him.

You guys find anything?

Nothing solid.

Holt's stalling us.

Yeah.

Well, he is
just about out of time.

Undercover work...

...is a matter
of confidence.

Right.

Were you ever in a
school play, Mr. Beale?

Twice... a tree
and a horse.

Which end?

When you're in your
chair, up in Ops,

you are one of the
most confident people

I've ever known.

Can I bring my chair?

A case of nerves
is understandable.

You're going into the
field for the first time.

It's not that,
it's, it's just...

Out with it.

What?

Black Ops... Call of Duty...

I've wiped out entire platoons
in an afternoon.

World of Warcraft...
God knows how many...

Mr. Beale...

I don't have to bring
a gun, do I?

I don't think I could
actually really kill someone.

Heaven forbid.

I have no intention
of making you carry a weapon.

Relax, Mr. Beale.

This isn't rocket
science, after all.

Well, actually, in this
case, I guess it is.

You'll do fine.

Nell will be listening
in on you at all times.

At all times?

What if I have
to use the restroom?

I have a shy bladder.

Oh...

Ollie was being stubborn.

Is that what you call not wanting
to hand over his life's dream

for a payday?
There wasn't going to be a dream

or a payday if he kept running
the company the way he was.

Are they, um,
are they questioning them?

Just taking the tour.

Look, Ollie was an idealist.

All his Right Stuff fantasies
weren't making the overhead...

R & D, payroll.

This is a business,
an expensive one.

So you stood to lose your shirt

if he didn't go along
with the sale.

What are you implying?

No one's implying anything.

He just asked you a question.

I was in a meeting
when the accident happened.

That's not what he asked you.

With four other people
who can verify that.

How is that for an answer?

Sounds more like
an alibi to me.

Gary Clay, F.A.A.

I don't understand why the F.A.A.
Would be involved in this.

The accident occurred
in a testing chamber.

Which raises safety issues
that could affect the flight.

Yeah, I've got a...
work order

...here.

It's a pre-flight
data audit.

Okay.

I want to speak
to your supervisor.

Fine, but, you know,
if I can't do my job,

I, I got to make a phone call,

and the guy I call
makes a phone call,

and the launch is
scrubbed, so...

Wait here.

I'll have one of our
systems engineers escort you

to the test chamber.

Awesome.

Cool.

I mean, great.

That-That'd be very
helpful, thank you.

She seems nice.

You used to be in business
with Curtis Roby,

selling things
you weren't supposed to.

To people who weren't
supposed to have them.

This business is expensive.

Your words.

I'm not selling
anyone's technology.

We might want to take a
look at that satellite.

Well, then, you'd better come
back with an army of lawyers,

'cause we launch in four hours,

and if that payload
doesn't go up

in time,
it'll ruin this company.

Not what Ollie Drewett
would have wanted!

And that's something
Ariel and I can agree on.

She thinks you
killed her father.

Then she's wrong.

The Eagle has landed.

Eric, you're going to be great.

I got your back.

Colin Benson.
Gary Clay.

On a schedule.

Great, everyone's leaving

for the launch site but me.

Where did you go to school?

Uh, UC Boulder.

Couldn't make the cut
at Cal Tech, huh?

Undergrad.

Got my masters at MIT.

So did I.

Professor Gordon Ellis.

What a hard-ass, but he
sure knew his aerospace.

Yeah.

You know, I really
didn't need this today.

New fuel feed system has us

generating seven megahertz

at... liftoff.

Have to completely refigure
the POGO effect.

Oh, yeah?

Hang on.

Searching "POGO effect."

You do know
what I'm talking about,

right?

I'm still searching.

Actually, no.

'Cause anything
over five megahertz,

you shouldn't be launching.

Nicely done.

I'm gonna need access
to your system.

Hey, you can go to
the launch site now.

Eric,

got something
for you on Gordon Ellis.

Oh, and by the way?

Gordon Ellis hasn't taught
at MIT for ten years.

And we're in.

I've got the data stream,
and scanning for bugs

in the software.

All right, good.
I'm gonna inspect the chamber.

Nell?

Nell, we got a problem.

Nell, you gotta help me.

Help!

Somebody, help me!
Oh, my God,

Eric. Problem, Miss Jones?

It's the testing chamber.

Eric's locked inside
and I can't shut it down.

Somebody, help! Mr.
Callen, we've got an emergency.

Nell, emergency shutoff...
what am I looking for?

It's an override button.

It's red,
protected by a clear cover.

You're sure Eric is all right,
Mr. Callen?

Well, he's a little shaken up,
but Sam thinks he's gonna be fine.

Where was Holt

when Eric got trapped?

The launch site,
with everyone else.

A very convenient alibi.

Much as I understand
your cynicism, Mr. Callen,

it still begs the question:
Who set the chamber in motion?

Holt is either working
with someone else

or there's another suspect
we're just not seeing.

Eric wants to stay here
and keep fishing around.

Kensi and Deeks are gonna
keep an eye on him.

Sam and I are headed back.

Very good, Mr. Callen.

Okay, Sam, let's go.

Try not to get frozen
or melted again

until we get back.

It's "frelted."

So, Eric... bad idea?

No.

Not yet.

All right, Eric.

I ran a systems check
on the test chamber.

No sign
of a software malfunction.

What about Colin Benson?

He was with me
right before I went in.

Well, he wasn't back
on his computer yet,

unless he logged in
from another site.

Look, I'm still sweeping
the system.

I'll let you know
if I find anything.

Sorry you almost got "frelted."

I hate that word.

She said "frelted," didn't she?

See, Kensi, it's catching on.

Yeah.

I heard what happened.

Is he okay?

Yeah, he seems to be.

Is it possible for someone

to remotely activate
the test chamber?

No, not that I'm aware of.

It's a closed system.

So where were you
15 minutes ago?

I was at the launch site.

Drewett fired at least
a dozen employees

after their last launch.

One of them filed
a wrongful termination suit...

Jeff Kinto.

Kinto lives near the spaceport.

Yeah, he claimed that DST

was violating
some safety standards.

Got the FAA involved,
but the suit was settled.

FAA investigation
never came to anything.

FAA, huh?

Maybe it's time
the FAA reopens the case

in view of Drewett's death.

You think Eric's
up for another assignment

after he almost got killed
once today?

What doesn't kill you
makes you stronger, right?

We're talking about Eric.

Intellectual fortitude

is just as important
as physical strength.

I'm just saying,
in the short time

that I've been working
with Mr. Beale...

Oh, now it's Mr. Beale.

He seems much more resilient
than he may appear to be.

Looks can be deceiving,

and since deception is one

of the key aspects of being

a good undercover...

Nell, do you have
something for us?

Well, I was going over
Holt's phone records.

Seven phone calls to Curtis Roby
in the last two weeks.

Ariel said Holt was putting out
feelers to sell the company.

Roby was probably
a potential buyer.

True. Holt and Roby
also worked together

ten years ago,
when they were convicted

of selling restricted parts
to hostile nations.

I think it's time
we talk to Roby.

See if he's got
the wrong stuff.

So this guy
fancies himself as an artist?

Not exactly Rodin, is he?

Coming from a guy
who decorates his living room

with a portrait
of dogs playing poker?

That's intentional.

I'm fully aware
of the kitsch factor.

It's a statement of irony.

Is that what you tell the girls

when you take them
back to your place?

Just the art history majors.

Okay, Eric,
it's showtime, buddy.

He looks nervous.

You would be, too,
if you almost got frelted.

Mr. Kinto?

Gary Clay, FAA.

I need to talk to you about
Drewett Space Technologies.

I settled.

We re-opened the case.

Because of what happened
to Drewett?

You claimed they fired
you without cause.

They did me a favor.

Now I build what's
really important.

Art.

Quite a 180
for an aerospace engineer.

Why did they fire you?

They modified the
guidance system.

Ran a stationary engine test.

And it didn't turn out so good.

New parts were
sub-standard.

But you ordered them.
Yes.

But it was Holt
who said he knew

where to get ones for
a cheaper price.

And Ariel Drewett approved it.

But when it was discovered,
they put the blame on you.

Getting this, Hetty?

Loud and clear.

Uh-oh.

Could you elaborate

on "uh-oh", Ms. Jones?

Well, I've been cross-checking
background information

on everyone associated
with this case.

It seems that one of
our Turkish friends

has some glaring discrepancies
in his personal history.

Ali Yilmaz did not
attend Ankara University

as his CV suggests.

Everybody lies
on their resume... or, at least,

that's what Sam told me.

His passport record

shows recent travel

to Tunisia, Syria and Libya.

Cell phones brought down

the Egyptian government.

In the wrong hands,
a communication satellite

can crush a revolution by
controlling the airwaves.

Just sayin'.

I think we need to have a chat
with our friend Mr. Yilmaz.

Drewett Technologies

is scheduled to
launch that rocket

in exactly 26 minutes.

They need to delay
until we can confirm

that neither their satellite
nor their rocket

have been compromised.

Patch me into Mr. Callen.

We're on it, Hetty.

Roby's going to have to wait.

This thing go any faster?

Final checks are complete.

All systems are green.

Resume countdown.

Resuming countdown:

Seven, six,

five, four,

three, two, one...

We have ignition...

And liftoff.

All systems look good.

We are in the green.

Too late.

Ten seconds into flight.

Positive tracking.
Burn rate is steady.

We have vehicle failure.

There's not much left.

Nothing left.

They determine the cause?

Take weeks.

Why bother?

All these...
test mock-ups.

People thought my father
kept them around for his vanity.

He told me they reminded him
of how far we had come,

and how hard we'd worked.

He saw every single one
of them as a sacrifice.

What did you see them as?

Something that
he and I did together.

And now we'll...

I lost my father, too.

He was an amazing man.

Strong. Principled.

And you still miss him?

Every day.

But...

I found a way to move on.

It's what he would have wanted.

And it's definitely
what I needed.

Eric Beale, returning
from the field.

Is there a debrief?
Do I write a report?

Not exactly sure what
the protocol is.

You can return
your FAA credential to me,

and go back to Ops.

Right.

Mr. Beale?

I'm most appreciative
of your efforts.

Really?

You brought us valuable
intelligence

at great risk
to your own personal well-being.

That's what I call
solid undercover work.

And without
the aid of a weapon.

So, what now?

Now we find out
who sabotaged that launch,

and why.

Your cell phone records
indicate you called

Curtis Roby one hour
after your partner died.

Our company was devalued,
but we still had assets.

Better to get something
than nothing,

which is certainly
what we have now.

Drewett found out
you bought parts

for the launch vehicle
that were substandard,

and potentially unreliable.

That's not a reason
to kill someone.

Besides, Drewett
replaced everything.

He oversaw the
installation himself.

One of the Turkish
representatives,

Ali Yilmaz, has links to
a half a dozen countries

barred from military
trade with the U.S.

You have a history of selling

sensitive technology
to bad people, Mr. Holt.

Maybe you let Yilmaz get a look
at the classified technology

in that satellite.

And Drewett found out about it.

Now, that's a reason
to kill somebody.

He reminds me of every guy
who looked me in the face,

and said, "I'll call you."

Ladies see through that?

Really?

So, uh, Kensi thinks
he looks hinky.

Well, looking hinky and being
hinky are two different things.

You think Ariel
is wrong about Holt?

Maybe.

Holt was nowhere
near that test chamber

when Eric almost got fried.

Frelted.
Why try to kill Eric?

That doesn't make any sense.

A misdirect.

Putting the focus on
a software malfunction,

instead of the murder.

Which we know it's not.

Okay, so the operating system
was remotely activated.

Which could indicate
Holt has an accomplice.

Or that he doesn't, and we're
looking for somebody else.

Well, whoever locked the chamber
and started the test

had to have Eric go inside...

And Drewett, too.

Cameras?

There's only one.

It feeds to
a closed-end security system.

Unless...

My old desk.

Just as you left it.

My chair.

Untouched and unswiveled.

Are you okay?

It's just not easy coming back
in after you've been out there.

Yeah. I guess
I understand.

I mean, even if you were
out there for only...

Seven hours.

You must be hooked.

Yeah.

No.

It was challenging,

and exhilarating,

but ultimately...

Unsatisfying.

Yeah.

Well, we have a ton of data
to go through.

I'm back, Nell.

I'm glad, Eric.

Accessing Drewett's computer.

I got e-mails.

They were hidden
in a cloud file.

This one's recent.

Okay. Holt to Drewett:

"New MEMS are here."

Micro Electro
Mechanical Systems.

It's, uh, special chips.

Drewett to Holt, "Great."

Holt to Drewett...

"I'm happy to install."

"Be my guest."

But Holt told Callen and Sam
that Drewett installed them.

Well, he must have lied.

Why?

Because maybe he never
swapped them out.

Camera within
a camera... sneaky.

Just like we did in Kosovo.

Question is, who put it there?

We're missing something.

In my case, a fortune.

But how is that possible?

Because you have no future?

Just sayin'.

We've analyzed
the telemetry data

on all three launches.

The first two were test
launches; they went perfectly.

The third, carrying
the satellite, went ka-boom

after 15 seconds.

But the graphs and data
on all three are the same.

Which is weird.

What kind of weird?

Well, the first two
didn't carry a payload.

The third carried the satellite.

It's small, but it's heavy.

There would have been
a weight differential.

Which would have skewed
the telemetry data.

Unless it wasn't carrying
a real satellite.

A dummy.

Like the mock-ups that
weigh practically nothing.

The rocket failure was a cover.

The final "shake and bake"
test wasn't scheduled.

It was Drewett's idea,
checking things one last time.

The moment he started that test,

he would've found out that
the satellite had been replaced.

And there's your motive.

The launch goes ahead,
the rocket explodes,

destroying the evidence.

And someone walks off

with a state of the art
satellite

loaded with classified
U.S. technology.

Seller's market.

It would fit in an overhead.

Stealing a satellite
is one thing, but selling it?

Not easy to get one
through security.

Mm. It's not the satellite
that's so important,

but what's inside.

The satellite...

Solar panels, battery,
transponders...

But in here...
nanotechnology.

Tiny machines, smaller
than the hair on a flea.

And very classified.

Chop-shop.

Strip it down,
mark up the parts.

Hard to trace.

Holt has to be working
with somebody else.

He's got an alibi
for when Drewett was killed.

So he gave someone remote access
to the test chamber.

Someone who could have monitored
and activated it

from his computer or smartphone.

Whoever was watching
the micro-camera.

Curtis Roby?

He and Holt do have a history

of selling restricted parts
to the wrong people.

Kensi, Deeks, find him.

Check him out.

Curtis Roby?

NCIS.

I know who you are.

How'd you find me?

Smartphones.

Law enforcement's friend.

That's an invasion
of my privacy.

Well, maybe you should have
answered when we called you.

Why?

I've got nothing to talk about.

Not even Ollie Drewett?

Okay. Let's talk
about Harlan Holt.

You and Holt do have a history
of being naughty, don't you?

That was a long time ago.

Holt's calls weren't
a long time ago.

Seven calls in
the space of two weeks?

The most recent being
an hour after Drewett died.

He wanted me
to buy into Drewett's company.

That would have been
a sweet payback.

Payback for what?

For not making me a partner

in his company,
like he did Holt.

Well, I guess two guys
with a history of illegal sales

wouldn't have looked good
in the company profile.

Drewett wasn't going
to let the deal go through.

Pretty good reason

to get him out of the way,
wouldn't you say?

I was nowhere near that building
when Drewett was killed.

And I can prove it.

You are a software engineer

who specializes
in remote operating systems.

You didn't have to be there.

You and Holt team up again?

This time, get real naughty?

You've got it wrong.

Do we?

I hated Ollie Drewett.

But I did not kill him.

Well...

Looked you right in the
eye when he said it.

And didn't even blink.

Which leaves us
with... Mr. Hinky.

Holt.

Kensi, ready?

We're in position.

On your mark.

Three, two, one.

Clear.

That's funny.

Didn't really see him
as a country music fan.

Nell, Holt's dead.

Where's Yilmaz?

At his motel.

He hasn't been anywhere near
Holt's place since the launch.

And Roby?

Nothing on Roby's computer
suggests

that he could have been
monitoring the chamber

or had any remote access
to control it.

This rules out Holt.

Somebody knew Drewett
went into that chamber.

Well, you can't sit around,
watching a camera feed all day.

Drewett's text to Ariel said he
was going to do one last test.

Maybe someone hacked
into her phone.

They intercept the text,

check the monitor, see Drewett,

activate the system.

Murder by remote.

And we've got our hacker.

Jeff Kinto.

Well, who better to help
Holt screw over the company

than someone that the
company screwed over.

Only Kinto decides to kill Holt

and sell the satellite
technology himself.

If he hasn't done so already.

We could be in luck, guys.

Kinto rents a booth at the
Saugus Speedway Flea Market.

Trading starts at 7:00 a.m.
tomorrow morning.

Ten bucks? Really?

What did you pay for yours?

Let's go this way.

Eyes on Kinto.

Coming up on his booth now.

They've made contact.

It can't be the sculptures

they're interested in.

More likely
what's attached to them.

Hiding the satellite chips
in plain sight.

Now, wait for the exchange.

Kensi, Deeks, take the buyers.

Kensi, Deeks, we've got Kinto.

Everybody down!

Power system, fueled and ready.

Pre-flight
checks, complete.

Rotor systems, go.

Structural and engine
post-assembly check, go.

Launch area, cleared and ready.

Vehicle power, on.

Engaging remote flight
control system.

This is going to be so cool.

Mmm...

Initiate countdown.

Initiating countdown.

Ten... nine...

Eight... seven...

Just a little something
to show my appreciation

for helping me
through my first,

and hopefully last,
undercover assignment.

This is so sweet.

Couldn't have done it
without you guys.

Especially you, Sam.

Me?

Yeah. Well, after Callen
told me about how he found you

puking your guts out
in the bathroom

before you went on your first

undercover assignment,
I figured,

I could do this, no sweat.

I had food poisoning.

Think of it as truth,

re-imagined for the higher good.

Oh, that's nice.

I almost forgot.
I heard you're going back

on your, uh...

Delivery job tomorrow.

Figured I'd save
myself some time.

Is that right?

It's not a problem, is it?
Nah.

It's fragile?

Uh, very.

It's insured?

Of course.

That was a very smart decision.

Oops.

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