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In all tribal cultures, every village
had a sentinel.

Now, a sentinel is chosen because of a
genetic advantage.

A sensory awareness that can be
developed beyond normal humans.

Your time spent in Peru has got to be
connected with what's happening to you

now.

I've got hundreds of documented cases of
one or two hyperactive senses, but not

one single subject with all five.

You could be the real thing.

All right, Jim.

If we're going to hone your skills,
you're going to occasionally have to

some of these sensory tests. Just think
of them as pop quizzes.

Make it quick.

Okay.

How many fingers am I holding up? None.

And if you don't move this along, I'm
going to have to show you one of my

fingers. Okay. All right, all right.
I'll hurry up here.

In each one of the cups in front of you,
there's water and a minute trace of

another substance.

Just identify the foreign matter.
Foreign matter.

Completely consumable.

You ready?

Yeah.

Oh, wait a second. That's mine. I'll be
right back.

Salt.

Hello.

Yeah, hi.

Sugar.

A little extract?

Damn kid's making a cake here.

Hey,

Sandberg!

What the hell was in that fourth cup?

What are you talking about? I only put
out three cups.

Oh, Jim, no, no, no, no. You just drank
the bad milk. I did what? I was going to

throw it out.

Oh, man, I'm so sorry.

I guess this is a bad time to ask for a
favor.

That was just my department chair on the
phone, and they need a sub for today's

lecture, and we're wondering maybe if
you'd come down there and talk about the

time you spent in Peru.

Give a speech?

Yeah.

I'd rather have Ruth to know.

Yes, sir, I'm well aware of that.

I'll get on that as soon as I'm done
here.

Well, Sandberg's asked me to help him on
a project for the university, and...

Yes, sir.

Okay.

Thanks, Simon. Talk to you in a bit.

Regardless of how much field work we do,
very few of us have had the actual

opportunity to visit the subjects of our
research, let alone live among the

indigenous people for any length of
time.

Five years ago, the United States Army,
Detective James Ellison, now at the

Cascade Police Department, spent 18
months in a fluid rain...

And I've invited Detective Ellison here
today to share with us some of his

firsthand experiences with these
tribesmen. So if you'll help me welcome

What the hell happened? Thought you blew
me off?

Some of us have to work for a living.

Six and a half years ago, I undertook a
mission

that, as it turned out, would profoundly
change my perspective on life.

I don't know what started out as a
routine mission.

All right, everybody, just calm down.

Please just stay going on.

Stay calm.

Don't move around.

Don't move

around.

It's a restricted area. You shouldn't be
in here. I'm supposed to deliver this

to her. I'm Dr. Price.

Oh, great. If you could just sign right
there.

Let's go.

Everybody just stay calm.

Come on.

Everybody out.

Relax and move. Keep your noses and
mouths covered.

What's going on?

All right.

Is everybody out?

Come on, Jim.

You all right? Oh, man.

Yeah, as soon as you can.

Great.

Simon, what's going on?

Well, the attack on the lecture hall was
just a diversion.

Well, campus security was involved with
that building. Somebody broke into here

and stole a canister of the Ebola virus.

Jim, this is Dr. Sonia Price.

Dr. Price, I'd like to meet Detective
Jim Ellison and Blair Sandberg.

Can you tell me what happened here?

This guy brains me.

And when I come to, the refrigerator's
open and the canister's gone.

What was the Ebola virus doing in
Cascade in the first place?

It was transported by ship from the
Sudan.

Came in this morning from our lab to
take it back to Atlanta. Oh, man.

Ebola virus is bad news. It's like the
black plague on steroids.

Exactly. And if released into the air,
we are looking at a death toll in the

thousands.

This particular mutation has already
wiped out several villages.

The strain has a 99 % fatality rate.

And you expect us to shut down all
access to this city? Airport, highways,

waterways? Then we alert the military to
start the quarantine procedures.

Quarantine?

Doctor, an African village is one thing,
but to zip up a city this big... We are

not talking about the flu here,
detective.

This is an airborne virus that turns
human beings into blood pudding. As bad

the virus is, a quarantine would cause a
panic, which is almost as big a

disaster. Yeah, right, right. And we
don't even know if the virus is still in

Cascade. I mean, this lunatic could be
100 miles away from here by now.

Have there been any calls, threats,
demands, anything?

No. Just give us 24 hours to nail this
guy.

No, it's totally against procedure.

Doctor, whoever pulled this off is no
amateur.

Now, he's not going to go accidentally
releasing the virus. I guarantee we're

going to be hearing from him one way or
the other.

Here's a trigger from the tear gas found
in the lecture hall.

Whoever planted it went to a lot of
trouble to keep it from being found.

It's a mini transmitter.

And a white noise generator to hide the
sound of the timer.

which nobody could hear anyway. Which he
then buried in the lecture hall window

sill under plaster and a fresh coat of
paint. As if someone was expecting a

security sweep.

I'll see what I can do more quick on
that.

Thank you. Good work.

Doctor, I have seen triggers like that
before.

I was a military liaison to the CIA
counterinsurgency unit.

Now, this guy is nobody to fool with.

Look, I will lay off for 24 hours,
detective.

But if you haven't found him by then, I
will notify my people and start putting

emergency procedures into action to seal
the city off.

All right.

Thank you. Let's go.

So you're telling me you didn't hear a
thing over there at the lecture hall?

I'm telling you, the white noise
generating block got all the sound.

I couldn't hear myself thinking.

Take it easy, detective.

Move in. All right.

All right.

Settle down.

Keep your hands where I can see them,
both of you.

Mr. Sandberg, would you mind handing me
Detective Ellison's weapon?

Go on.

Who the hell are you?

My name's Lee Brackett, and I've got the
virus you're looking for.

Aren't you curious to know why I stole
it?

Well, I am if he isn't. Of course you
are, Mr. Sandberg.

I admire your insatiable curiosity.

Without that, Who knows?

Maybe you wouldn't have uncovered
Ellison's sentinel abilities.

I know about your special talents.

Hence the white noise generator.

Right. So why'd you steal the virus?

As a bargaining chip.

What do you want, Bracken?

You're gonna help me commit a crime.

I'll be talking about you for years.

Well, gentlemen, do I have your
cooperation?

You gotta be kidding, right?

You'd really kill several thousand
people because of your pride?

Pride.

Mr. Brackett, why do I think you're
bluffing?

Take a deep breath.

Think about it.

That white noise generator was pure CIA.

But this couldn't be a sanctioned black
op, or you'd be long gone.

So you must be rogue.

CIA? Jim, what the hell is going on
here?

I was CIA duty officer five years ago in
Peru.

I debriefed the special forces officer
who pulled you from the jungle.

So that's how you know about his
fentanyl abilities.

His report on Ellison's hallucinatory
behavior in the rainforest was

fascinating. I filed away the
information for future reference and

on his career here in Cascade.

Yours, too.

I read an early undergraduate piece you
wrote on primitive sentinels.

The description fit Ellison to a T.

I'm glad you two hooked up. Get to the
point, Brackett.

Well, the point is, you two are going to
help me steal something.

Wait a minute, both of us?

You're his guide, so to speak, so I'll
need you two.

And you think you can blackmail us?
Listen very carefully.

The virus is hidden somewhere in the
city.

With it is an explosive charge.

If I set it off, the virus will spread
across a five -mile radius almost

instantly.

Imagine. The effect that that'll have on
the city.

Thousands dead in less than a week.

With at least as many deaths from
travelers carrying the virus out of

You hear that detonator? We're moving
the pack deactivator to white noise

generator. You can chase me, or you can
save your neighborhood from instant

urban renewal.

Good luck, Gene.

I knew you could get it.

What is it?

Check it out.

Jim, this is wacky dough.

Are you telling me you couldn't smell it
was a fake?

I was so focused on disarming that
thing, I couldn't. Man, this bracket

total dick!

Tell me about it.

I gotta find some way to get a hook into
him, you know? Something I can work

with. Can't we call the CIA?

Nah, I've dealt with those guys before.

Believe me, the cure is worse than the
disease.

Jim, I got an idea.

Can you spell it for me?

K -A -H.

Yep.

Hey, Jim.

This is Jack Kelso. He teaches foreign
affairs over at the university.

Detective. It's an honor. I've been a
big fan ever since your book blew the

whistle on the agency last year. Really?

Thanks. I didn't think I had many
friends in the law enforcement

I asked Jack to come on down here and
help us out with this CIA thing.

Yeah, Brackett and his type are the
reason I got out of the spy business.

You knew him?

I thought you read my book.

Oh, I read the review. I bought it, and
I've been meaning to. It's just that

with work and all, I've been inundated,
so... I think...

Jim's waiting for the books on tape
version, actually. It's all right. I'm

resigned to the fact that I'm writing
books that are read by the few and

by many.

So, Jack, what's this bracket guy's
story, anyway?

Well, I only met him a few times. I was
on my way out about the time he was

coming in, but everyone knew about him,
though. He was a real throwback. What do

you mean by throwback? Well, we old
-timers used to call the job we did the

show. It attracted all kinds of marginal
types, actors, grandstanders, FICOs,

extremists.

That's Brackett, exactly.

Well, no, he was a varsity athlete
recruited by the agency right out of

The right combination of guts, brains,
stamina, and complete amorality.

The perfect covert operations officer.
Oh, absolutely. He was notorious for

creating complex game plans that made it
nearly impossible for the other side to

catch up with him.

And then, in the late 80s, he went into
business for himself.

He sold an urban warfare scenario to
what he thought was a Puerto Rican

nationalist, and the guy turned out to
be an FBI agent.

Brackett smelled a rat, killed the guy,
and went underground.

Till now.

I kind of figured this wasn't an
academic conversation.

I don't suppose you guys can tell me
what's going on?

I'm sorry, I...

No, no, don't worry about it. I already
know more than I want to.

Listen, while I was doing research for
the book, I compiled these profiles from

the agency database.

Some of the more notorious agents,
Brackett included, personal data, modus

operandi, patterns of behavior, a whole
nine yards.

This is terrific. I really appreciate
it, Mr. Kelso. Don't thank me.

Brackett's a treacherous bastard.

I hate to see him lose him again.

You mind?

Is there anything in here we can use? I
don't know, but we're just spinning our

wheel. We figure out what Brackett wants
to steal.

Maybe the answer's right here. What do
you mean?

Aren't you always telling me that the
way you find a guy is to figure out

he came from?

Yeah, so?

So maybe Brackett left something behind,
a clue to let us know where he's been.

Lab guys have been all over this place.
Jim, when are you going to realize that

a forensic analyst doesn't have half the
awareness you've got? I wouldn't know

where to begin.

Take a deep breath.

Don't patronize me.

Jim.

I'm talking about using your sense of
smell.

Oh.

Okay?

What's that? You got something?

Give me your swift arm in that for a
second, Chief.

Well, it's not the area on Brackett that
he has a real Jones for South American

food, right? Right, right.

That always gives me an adjustment.

He must have tracked this in on his
shoes. It's chili pepper.

Oh, Jim, come on. You don't know where
that's been?

Something metallic in the mud. It's not
much, but it should tell us where he's

been.

All right, be there in five minutes.

The gas attack from the music center.

Get that over to forensics, have them do
a complete analysis.

Let's go.

Don't forget your key.

Oh, my

God.

This way, Dr. Smith.

you wanted was 24 hours, Allison?

My God, I should have never listened to
you.

All right, I want two of you to check
out the lobby and two to

check out the auditorium. Dr. Price and
I will stay here. Now keep in

communication. Let's move out.

This is my worst nightmare. Please, I
need quiet.

All these innocent people dead and you
want a little quiet?

They're not dead. They're asleep.

What? They're not dead. They're asleep.

You're right. It must be some sort of
airborne anesthesia.

Far from harmless, but certainly not
lethal.

All right, Doctor, I'm going to need
complete silence, please.

I hope you get the point, Jim. This time
it was just sleeping gas. Next time

it'll be the virus.

One more step and I'll snap her neck.

This is a demonstration of what will
happen if you don't do as I ask.

Do it, or it's instant replay across the
city. Only next time, nobody wakes up.

He stole the virus to blackmail me into
helping him commit a robbery.

We have to alert the military and the
CDC and start emergency procedures. No,

no, no. At least not yet.

Quarantining the city won't do a damn
bit of good. And we have to assume that

long as he thinks you're going to help
him, he won't set it off. What is so

special about you anyway?

Look, that didn't come out right. I
mean... It has to do with my liaison

with the CIA.

Certainly. operational procedures I'm
familiar with.

Bottom line, the only way we get the
Ebola virus back is if Jim and I go

with Brackett's plan.

At least until we figure out exactly
what it is Brackett wants to steal.

Then we can take him down.

You've already lost him twice, and you
still have no clue where the virus is

hidden. Lieutenant Plummer from
forensics has been working on that.

We've analyzed what Jim found in his
apartment. There were traces of chilies

cumin on the toothpick. We already know
that Brackett was a fan of spicy foods.

Yeah, yeah. What about the metallic
taste in the mud? You tasted it?

Uh, yeah.

I mean, I didn't contaminate your sample
or anything, did I? No, it's just that

the iron oxide we found was so minute,
it would have been almost impossible for

you to taste anything. Carolyn, start
checking out local South American

restaurants that are near areas of
highly concentrated iron oxides.

Good idea. And while you and Blair keep
Brackett occupied, maybe I can figure

out where he lives.

With any luck, the canister will be
there.

What if it's not?

Are you just going to go along with
whatever he says?

Of course not.

This is a transmitter.

Transmitter?

Bracket the pro.

I mean, he's not going to fall for that.

He will for this one. This is state of
the art. No metal, no plastic, no

ceramic. It's made from a protein
compound virtually indistinguishable by

electronic scanning device from human
flesh.

So how does it work?

A piezoelectric crystal. The thing that
makes old phonograph needles pick up

sound out of a record groove.

So it's not a radio transmitter.

Right. It works like a beacon or a
homing device. It translates vibrations

sound waves with no moving parts, no
power source.

You put it between your cheek and your
back teeth.

It'll be invisible.

We'll be able to track every move you
make. Captain Banks. Good.

Jim, it's Brackett. He wants to talk to
you.

Alluvian Cafe.

That would explain the chilies and the
cumin.

Okay, our wires are active.

Just keep Brackett talking as long as
possible.

Yeah, right. Like, that's difficult.

Windia?

So I guess all that stuff about not
being blackmailed was just tough talk,

Jim? Cut to the chase, Brackett. If you
two have any ideas about taking me out,

forget it.

That detonator I've wired to the virus
is on a timer.

And the clock is ticking.

Now, we've got some unfinished business.

Empty your pockets on the table.

Keys, combs, coins, wallets, everything.

I'm not giving up my shield.

Now the obvious things I'm supposed to
find.

I hope you didn't let them rig a
valuable artifact with a mini

It's a replica.

I'll take the wire in your pants.

Unless you want me to have Mr. Samberg
get it out for you.

Thanks. Just drop it.

All right, I'll take the protein
transmitters.

Look, don't waste my time. Or yours.

That molecular protein transmitter may
be new to you cops, but it's been on the

covert black market ever since the
Russians stole it.

And this scanner makes it obsolete.

Now, no more games.

The virus canister will explode in two
hours unless I stop it.

And all your best laid plans just went
to hell.

So we better get a move on.

You do as you're told and you won't have
thousands of deaths on your conscience.

Our conscience?

Well, certainly not mine.

I'm parked out back.

You drive, Mr. Sandberg.

And remember, the clock is ticking.

They found the protein transmitters in a
Peruvian restaurant on Balliet Street.

Oh, that's just great.

So you're telling me your virtually
undetectable wire is virtually

Yes, but I think I've narrowed
Brackett's block down to two

All right, I'm listening. I figured the
iron ore meant a foundry or a smelting

plant. So when you start looking for
sources of iron ore within the vicinity

South American restaurants, the road
becomes narrower.

Right. We cross -indexed South American
restaurants with sources of iron ore and

came up with two Latino neighborhoods.

This one's around the corner from the
Windermere Plating Factory, and the

one's a block away from the West Side
Waste Treatment Plant.

The iron oxide Ellison found in his
apartment could have come from either

facility.

All right, this better be good.

I'm going to order a house -by -house
search.

What are we doing here, Brackett?

As long as you're in the dark, I'm one
step ahead of you.

Are these my identification, gentlemen?

Jim!

There'll be no murder on my watch. Not
so far.

Get out and help him pull this guy into
the shed.

Sanford, get his feet.

Is this one of your other southern
government scenarios?

Someone's read my file.

Traitorous bastard, Jack Kelso. Bring it
to speed on that.

You got a lot of nerve calling anybody a
traitor.

The republic that I swore my allegiance
to was overthrown years ago.

The people in charge today, they're the
traitors.

Let's go.

Just a patriot after Davis from
ourselves, huh?

You have no idea what your government's
up to. Maybe not. Last time I checked,

my government wasn't throwing women off
balconies.

It's a grid of electrically triggered
mines, surrounded by a charged fence.

They change the pattern every 24 hours.

Your sentinel abilities are the only way
to get across without a map.

I figure you should be able to tell the
difference between active and dormant

minds.

These banks are also charged.

There's one way in, one way out.

And I'm sure that it's unnecessary to
remind you that unless I'm alive to turn

off the timer, the virus blows.

So I'd better get across safely.

Shut the hell up and let me do it, okay?
Okay, but you touch me one more time,

and this guy never needs a haircut
again.

All right, just let us work.

All right, just remember our exercises.

Focus, concentrate, okay?

Then turn it over and please stay out of
your own way.

You can do it, man.

Are you sure this is Brackett's house?

All the other possibilities turn out to
be dead ends.

We'll move in as soon as I get it all
clear from SWAT.

What's happening?

Jim?

Jim!

Oh, man, not now. Not now!

It happens when he focuses so intently
on one of his senses, he loses all of

others. I thought you read my paper!

Come on, Jim.

Jim, come on.

Breathe, buddy. Come on.

Relax, man. Relax.

Hey, watch your arms. Watch your arms.
All right, all right, all right. You all

right? Yeah, cool.

Don't move.

It's mine.

Okay, give me a second here.

Right there.

Step on my square.

Good.

Not bad, Jim. And what next?

There, that activates the entire
minefield where the system's override.

Now there's no safe path across the
bridge.

See that door?

Move.

Let's move out.

All right, they're moving in. Everybody
hold the perimeter.

10 -4.

motion sensor any jiggling with the lock
will set off the alarm so you'd better

get it right the first time all right
now jim i'd suggest not relying on your

ears but on your fingertips just let the
tumbler tell your sense of touch what

to do okay

Let's go.

Welcome to my all -too -humble temporary
residence.

I've been expecting you.

Searching for this place seemed to be
the best way to keep you occupied.

Now, if you're watching this, you found
my little trigger and defused it.

Sorry, but that bomb's a fake.

I'd be running if I were you. Move it!
Move it!

Is that about right? Yeah.

What the hell happened in there? There
was a straight demolition charge.

But no signs of the canister.

Where the hell is the virus?

Where the hell is Jim?

Gentlemen, the newest weapon in our
country's arsenal.

The AV -38.

Harvard, Jim.

This is a company, Skunk Works.

A secret development lab for the CIA.

That's right.

And this is a one -of -a -kind
prototype.

Even Congress only suspects that it
exists.

And a classified surveillance technology
on board is priceless on the black

market. The Air Force will be on your
ass before you're out of local airspace.

Don't worry about that when it happens.

What about the virus?

As soon as I'm airborne, I'll defuse the
detonator and set off a beacon so you

can find it.

I've always been a man of my word, Jim.

I'll move the ladder.

Emergency security should be arriving
any minute now.

If I were you, I'd be outside warning
them not to cross out my field.

Unless they want their families to start
collecting on their pensions.

Get out there and tell them. You can't
just let them go.

Ratchet's got what he wanted, and I'm
through playing along with this game.

Now, he's not stupid enough to detonate
that firefly. He's still enraged, and

he's not going anywhere. Now, get going.

I've deactivated the minefield. It's all
clear. Copy that, sir. We're on our way

into the hangar now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, stop.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

The whole minefield is live on the
ground now.

Our security breach has apparently
overridden the system.

the virus. Fine, it'll take you with it.

This remote's the only way to stop the
dead there.

And it's going to blow us in five
minutes.

Well, then we're both running out of
time. Now, where is it?

To the trunk of my car.

Well, it sure took you guys long enough
to override that override or whatever it

was. Shut up.

Or I'll personally shoot you first.

of your head. You're both under arrest.

James Ellis from Cascade Police
Department. I'm the detective. My

breath pocket.

You're way out of your purview, officer.

I'll explain later, sir. Go explain now.

There's a bomb with enough plague virus
to kill half the city in a car park just

outside the gate now. If you want to
live to explain to the media how you

the day, you'll get us the hell over to
that car now!

Follow me.

I've contacted you, Captain. Sir, the
hazmat unit will be here in three

Well, it'll be two minutes too late.

All right, it's got dual triggers. What
does that mean? That means we have to

diffuse it simultaneously or it
explodes. What's the diffusing sequence?

Blue, orange, red, yellow. We've got 26
seconds. Let's go with blue. Ready? And

blue. Orange. Orange. And orange.

Red. Wait, wait, wait.

After we pull... The red wire, we've
only got one second to pull the yellow

from the chart.

All right, ready? And... Red!

Yellow!

The

beauty

of it was that Bracket never even
planned on leaving local airspace.

And one of his half -wits waiting for
him on a small island out in the sound.

And a stolen chopper.

The Coast Guard I found on the pilot
this morning is still waiting patiently

Brackett. He's told the whole story.

So Brackett figured the two of them
could strip and destroy the plane, then

disappear before the Air Force caught up
with them.

Yeah, that's what he figured.

Let's go another one for the good guys.

All right, guys, up my office, go.

All right, very good.

Detective. I think I owe you an apology
for losing my temper at the concert hall

the other day. I was totally out of
line. Well, I kind of lost my temper

couple times myself.

Sorry.

Detective. Call me Jim.

Jim, I'm curious.

Are your instincts always so on the
money?

Once in a while I get lucky.

Really?

So you're heading back to Atlanta?

No, I thought I'd stick around a couple
of days, decompress. Oh, it's a good

idea. Lots to see and do around here.
Really?

Yeah, you know, I... Excuse me. Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Um, look, I'm not usually this forward,
but I'm only in town for another couple

of days, and, well, I hear there's lots
to see and do in Cascade, and I thought

maybe... Sure.

Yeah, I'd love to show you around.

Great.

I'd love to hear all about your
experiences with tribal medicine.

Sure. You know, there's a new exhibit on
primitive cultures over at the Natural

History Museum.

Great. If you're not doing anything, we
could go now.

I'd love to.

Yeah. Okay.

Bye. Bye. Okay.

Ta -ta. See you later. Bye -bye.

Oh.

Were you going to ask around?

Oh, I was thinking about it, maybe.

Yeah, kind of.

I guess that old Ellison charm is
slipping, huh?

You know, slipping is one thing, but
that's a hundred -story drop.