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So did you get?
Bailey Malone, BGTF Atlanta.
Where's the shooter?
He was inside that building. We were crawling around for three hours with our
heads down, working cover to cover, until we found where he'd set up. By
he was gone.
Maybe he moved to a new position.
He could try, but we'll nail him.
We got an umbrella of six air units overhead with infrared, and ground
camped at every vantage point on the entire periphery. No guarantees, but I'd
say we're clear.
Check the building next.
They start letting southbound traffic through.
I want you to meet agents Waters and Grant.
Welcome to Dayton.
I assume you've been briefed on what's been going on. Your governor called this
morning asking for help.
His office gave us a brief.
Basically, you've got a sniper who goes ballistic and rushes out of traffic.
Not much of a rush.
The car never moved after she was shot.
There's glass from the windshield around the tires.
It's been the same thing on three different freeways this week.
The shooter chooses a spot where traffic slows down or stops.
The first two times, he picked out one victim, shot once, and split.
He wanted a sitting target.
One clean shot.
Stay typical. Normally, snipers have a psychotic break and start shooting at
anything, but this guy is a bit more efficient.
Did anyone hear the shots?
Nobody we talked to. That's why it took us so long to find his position.
Imagine you're half asleep, no breakfast, thinking about going to a job
hate.
One shot.
It's almost as if he didn't want them to think.
He didn't even need to fill their coffee.
He waited, killed another victim.
The traffic officer was the first on the scene. He was checking the driver when
he caught a round in the back.
Did the officer know that the shot came from that direction?
I'd say he did, from the trajectory.
Yet he turned his back. He assumed that the sniper was gone.
Well, like I said, our guy had established an M .O. of only firing one.
I hope no one heard the shots. He may have used the silencer.
He never did that before either.
In the first two attacks, he shot one victim.
Now he silences his gun, shoots the first victim, waits for someone to come
their aid, and then he kills them.
Ambush.
About 500 yards, not a cinch, even with a good scope.
He could have been closer. He made it a lot harder than he had to.
He liked the challenge.
He hides up here and uses a silencer.
He's hunting.
He wants to be noticed.
He doesn't want to be caught.
Well, he made himself a foxhole.
He may have military training.
His bag, it's open.
Could be booby -trapped.
He wanted to kill more cops. There were plenty down on the freeway.
They're on a fire.
The curator at the New High Museum pegs the style as 10th century B .C., Minoan
or early Greek, but it doesn't match any known urns.
The design is mythological.
Dionysus, the wine god, is right by a centaur, half horse, half man.
As old as it looks, it's actually new. The paint is contemporary.
What about the writing? It looks more Egyptian than Greek.
That's what I thought, but I finally found a translation.
It's a rare form of Greek called linear B or Mycenaean. It wasn't translated
until 1952.
Sure. Rookbet?
Arkab? I thought you said you had a translation.
One step at a time.
Another thing.
He used clay from the island of Crete in the Aegean Sea. I mean, that's
something you can't buy at your local hobby store.
And the shiny spheres, they're grains of volcanic glass.
The same glass that are found in pots 4 ,000 years old.
All in all, I would say that he did one hell of a good job.
Well, the urn is obviously a message.
And I think the craftsmanship is part of it. Whatever he does, he does well.
Killer with values.
Refreshing.
I checked antique dealers and art galleries in Ohio. There's not many
who can make an urn like that. We're still running it down.
Good. But remember, the urn is a message, not an ID card.
Let me talk to you a second, John.
Sit down.
Sure.
Why would Handelman force Frances to lie and tell me she slept with you?
You must have a hell of a reason.
Lou Handelman didn't get to be number three man on Atlanta PD by next stupid
mistake. Well, he made his stupid mistake when he threatened a young
probation.
He doesn't even have the authority.
Maybe he figured she was scared to death about going back to jail.
Look, until we find out what he's up to...
We can't tell him, G. Tell me the truth.
He doesn't know anything. I've followed him.
I read the surveillance, John.
He varies his route home, his route to work, his walks at night.
It's a way to keep people from learning his routine.
Maybe he's paranoid.
No, he's not just paranoid.
He's got some reason to discredit you with me.
Why?
How can I hurt him?
Can you get your hands on your old files from Atlanta PD?
Maybe something in there.
Something you don't even know you know.
Yeah.
How much do you remember of your high school geometry?
That's a trick question.
I've got this sniper on my mind.
I'd like to think we could throw a net over him the next time he shoots.
But he's got a range of 500 yards.
His target's at the center of the circle.
785 ,000 square yards.
We'll need a damn big nut.
I computed all possible lines of fire for the three attacks and simulated
magnifications with a tenscope. In each case, the sniper chose the very best
position for windage, elevation, and sun angle. He knows his stuff.
Each time, it was a longer shot.
Why set the bar higher for himself?
He's showing us his prowess.
In the first two attacks, I think he was warming up, gaining confidence that he
could move far enough away to set an ambush and escape.
Civilian sniping in the U .S. is almost always rage -killing and usually
suicidal. Charles Whitman shot 46 people in Austin in 1966.
He never planned to get off the bell tower.
And he didn't leave a Greek urn. This man has a very orderly mind. He's well
-educated. He may have studied Greek myths, antiquities in general. He plans
escape the way a military sniper would.
And he's going to do it again. He's getting better and better. While he's
military gear, all four rounds were matched .50 caliber, ball bullet.
Full metal jackets, showing marks of being hand -loaded.
For a bullet that size, he's using a modified rifle.
Something with a lot of range.
George, what about the victims?
Random. No connects that I can find.
Student, secretary, salesman from Utah, and a motorcycle cop who had six years
with the Dayton PD. Among them, eight survivors.
And a whole lot of bad luck.
Sam, how are you doing with the profile?
Look for mail. Probably any age.
In addition to military, try competition shooters, hunters, cross -reference
with criminal records, history of violence, mental illness.
Don't stop there. I was hoping to get into overtime.
You should add law enforcement.
Okay, let's meet up at six and see where we are.
Bailey, what about this?
We have new acoustic gear that computes where a gun is fired from the sound of
the shot, and I'm checked out and ready.
Isn't that what they use to diagnose the Kennedy assassination from police radio
tapes, or at least try it?
Yeah, but they've improved it.
If he shoots while I'm there, I can pinpoint his nest in seconds.
This last time he used a silencer, which suppresses the sound at the barrel.
The only chance you'd have is to maybe hear the bullet breaking the speed of
sound in the air.
It's not easy from a distance, I've tried.
You'd have to be in the field.
I thought I had earned my stripes.
Get it together and stand by.
Where are
you?
She seems to be pulling a fast one on us, but we know better.
Don't we, Samantha?
She's a troublesome girl.
Chicago.
Dallas.
Aurora.
Don't you know you can?
We found Sharon Lesher's jacket from Tennessee.
Jack didn't pick a very distinguished pupil for his Jill.
Born Aurora, Illinois, 1972.
Juvenile probation by the time she was 13.
Grand theft auto at 17.
She landed her in Dixon State. You were right. She served her a little time.
Jack wanted her free and clear, but she's got a pretty sorry rap sheet.
You'd think he'd recruit for talent.
No, she's perfect for him.
Someone he could shape into his own image.
Or yours.
Sharon Lynchard. Two days ago when they nabbed her in Hartsfield using your ID.
Before she took flight.
We've got another sniping in progress.
This time it's not Dayton. George, Reb, and Kieran, let's go.
That didn't take him long.
You in charge?
Yeah.
Dirksen, senior officer.
He's got us pinned down and we can't find him.
When was the last time he fired?
Ten minutes.
We searched every damn plate they could have used for cover out to 500 yards.
There's nothing.
And then out of the blue, he just picked off my guy.
He's doubled his range each time.
That's why you haven't found him.
Concentrate on a third of a circle to the west. Have air support cover windows
and rooftops up to a thousand.
A thousand yards?
More than half a mile? No way.
You don't know this guy.
He can probably make a keyhole shot from that range.
What about my wounded man?
He's dying in there. We can't get him out.
We may have his binoculars.
John? Yeah?
Yep.
Oh, excuse me. I have your gun.
Okay.
We're going to get you out of here, all right? Now press down on this, all
right?
Helped by the heavy frame.
Cashier windows usually are.
Just a hot shot of Billy is okay. Just find the shooter.
I got him! And a thousand away!
He's a third in Columbus!
There's an alley back there where he probably parked his car.
It's paved.
No tracks. Easy escape.
Too easy.
The shot did flow me before I dribbled the search area we need to cover.
How do we get to him?
The old -fashioned way. We find out who he is, knock on his door, and cuff him.
He left us another piece of the myth.
I'm beginning to think that it's his myth.
What he invented?
Maybe. The design is different, but I recognize some of the characters from
first urn.
Myth and archetypes.
If he thinks his life is a mythic journey, maybe he's basing it on what
authority established.
You mean, this is Jason?
Well, at least we know how he sees himself.
He's an artist.
27 years.
And from the day Handelman joined the Atlanta PD, he's been picking up
commendations.
How far back do you want to go? It's got to be recent, or why would he wait
until now to discredit me? He's got to be surprised this whole Francis thing is
way too up the cuff for Handelman, right?
Start with the last six months. We're searching.
Maybe you shouldn't go trancing around their records.
I mean, you're just their footprints, and please have some faith. I'm not even
going through our own system in case they trace me. Hot wire through Romania.
I'm still a little nervous.
Okay, wait a minute.
What about Duncan Turrell?
Spider Turrell, he's one of my old street contacts. I didn't think you were
going back that far. I'm not.
He just got in trouble again.
Nothing to do with the city, but Handelman pulled his file.
I better have a chat with Spider.
Dreams don't make you yell.
Nightmares do.
Look, if you're worried about that guy Handelman... No.
It's not... It's not him. I can deal with him.
You know... Nightmares aren't so real if you tell someone about
it. It's a proven fact.
Same kind of nightmare I used to have when you were a little girl.
Some of the action I saw in Vietnam.
PTSD.
What?
The only acronym I knew when I was your age was NFL.
No, this isn't post -traumatic stress disorder. It's not pleasant, but it's
a disorder.
Can't blame me if I worry about you sometimes, Dad.
I mean, leaning on your skinny daughter is better than nothing, right?
I guess I'm not much of a leaner.
Hey, come on, go to bed.
Go get some sleep, and I'll be fine, okay?
I love you, sweetheart.
I love you, too, Daddy.
Go on, get some sleep.
Good night.
Their stars, Terra Bellum and the others, they're names of stars in the
constellation Sagittarius.
Sagittarius is the archer. An archer is a good metaphor for a sniper.
The rifle is his modern bow.
Sniper thinks he's a Greek god. That'll put eyes in the back of your head.
Sniper with a thousand -yard range.
In service, we call the shooter this good attack puncher. This range, he'll
an incredible scope, something like a Night Force 22 power.
Still, it's pure talent.
Forget Mount Olympus. If he played a fiddle, he'd be in Carnegie Hall.
He's making the Sagittarius myth fit his life. The myth is about a struggle, a
struggle with the gods, a struggle with authority.
I think that his target has been the police all along.
He lulled them into an ambush.
Killing civilians was the bait to suck them in, like a duck hunting with a
decoy. Sure, a sniper has to set off and wait for his target to come to him.
George, add grudges against cops to your list.
That's police officers' ex -cons.
Use your imagination.
Between Dayton and Toledo, there are thousands of police complaints.
who has a parking ticket has a grudge. Look for those involving shooting. This
man is a marksman. The motive might involve the shooting itself.
John tracked down the governor of Ohio.
He wants our help. He needs to know a Greek god named Sagittarius.
Something down his cuffs.
I've created a task force and brought in the FBI.
I want to tell this man I will not permit him to continue his spree of
Ohio.
Governor, I'm Special Agent Malone. This is Dr. Samantha Waters from the U .S.
Science Station.
Yes, Malone, we spoke. Dr. Waters, let's go to my car and out of range of the
microphones.
So how bad do you think this will get? Worse than it is now. He's escalating.
Even the cities he's targeting.
It's no accident Toledo's...
Twice the size of Dayton.
Summarize that initial report.
And you're taking steps to divert him? Yes, sir, and so should you. When we
arrived here yesterday, it was a free -for -all. Sniper could have picked off
dozen people if he wanted.
But you routed him.
No, it was his call. He was in control.
We have reason to believe this may be some kind of vendetta against law
enforcement. Any police officer doing his job could be a target. As long as
killing is controlled, he can sustain it for a very long time.
Well, I am trusting you to catch him first.
Until we do, I strongly recommend you put every police force in Ohio on full
-time tactical alert.
I'll take that under advisement, but a tactical alert means cutting patrols and
puts people at risk. I can't do that.
I won't let one lunatic lay siege to my whole state for people to think we're
powerless. We are, sir.
With this guy right now, we are.
I hear you, Malone.
Leave my office informed.
Billy, why do I get the feeling that this is getting very personal for you?
You had to be there.
Should have been back by now, Sharon.
Just what part of stay put didn't you understand?
Don't worry, Samantha.
She can't break my chain.
We will find you, Janet.
We will find you.
Have you been here all night?
Yeah.
Work.
All right, out with it. What's wrong?
What do you got? I got the myth of Sagittarius.
Bear with me on this.
Sagittarius was originally the god Chiron. He was a centaur, a great archer
teacher. He was an immortal.
Now... In the first urn that the sniper made, he was the one with the beard. He
was depicted as the elder.
Now, Chiron had a student, Heracles.
Heracles shot Chiron with a poison arrow.
Now, in the real myth, the wound was in the side. But on the urn, the sniper
drew it as being in the leg.
Now, Chiron was in so much pain that he begged Zeus to let him die.
But Heracles began to mock him.
So Chiron proved he still deserved God's status by making the longest shot ever
made. He sought the glass bowl of stars over the earth. Most of our sniper's
shots have been through glass.
I'm fairly certain that he's incorporated that into his own myth.
What happened after he proved his worth?
Zeus rewarded him by making him the constellation Sagittarius.
Well, immortality in another form.
Why does our sniper relate to Sagittarius?
Well...
What if our guy was wounded, hit in the leg, maybe he has prosthesis?
What if he feels like he's half a man, like a centaur?
I'll have George filter the search with that criteria.
Billy, what's wrong?
Is it Francis?
No.
This time it's me.
I've kept it buried for years.
But this sniper dredged it up.
Nightmares. Everything.
It was Cambodia, 1972.
I came up against another sniper.
As good as this one.
Theirs or ours?
Ours.
From what they call a Panther unit.
A secret CIA assassin team.
Except this guy had gone rogue.
He was out of control.
I was sent in after him.
What happened?
I took a patrol off of the border, and he began to pick us off.
No sound, the men would just fall.
We'd go for cover, move, another man down.
He got them all.
I lost my whole squad.
But he let you go.
He saved me for last.
I drew his fire, walked right into it.
He was ready to die, and at that point, I didn't care.
You don't ever want to see that part of your soul.
The beast inside yourself.
You think that Sagittarius is one of the CIA snipers?
It was a thousand -yard shot. That's what I knew.
Not many can shoot like that. It's pure talent, like a virtuoso.
Hey, Johnny.
I thought you quit frequenting places without Crystal on the table.
I did, but you never change.
How you been, Lou?
Still trying to hit that big trifecta for an early trip to St. Pete.
You? Why ask? You hear everything first.
Don't know how word got out, but you guys are busting my stone for sleeping
the boss's daughter.
You know, Malone ought to cut you some slack.
All you did wrong was get caught.
Didn't do it, but he believes every word she says.
You know Spider Terrell?
I don't remember bumping into him.
Used to be my snitch. Got busted on a federal dope deal recently, his third
strike.
Wants to know if I can hook him up with some kind of deal, but I'm not going to
get any favors out of him alone.
Too bad for Spider.
Why tell me?
Spider says he can put you on K .O. Locana's payroll.
What?
He says you've been paying for that retirement with mob money for years.
These scum.
John, these scum get desperate and they'll try any angle, don't they?
Look, little Lou, I know you've taken your free donut in your time, but you're
not captain of detectives because you're dumb enough to be on the pad.
I appreciate that, John, but still.
Are we taking this to Malone?
Why? It's a jailhouse fairy tale.
I just thought you ought to know.
As I said, I appreciate it.
It's a little blue.
I might have cigars.
I need to call back from Casper.
When I was a child, I spake as a child.
When I became a man, I put away childish things.
A hundred horsepower on two wheels is not a toy.
Did you bring the files?
It wasn't as easy as you think. I'm not just saying that for a pat on the back.
The agency is damn touchy about its past these days.
Care to take a walk?
Let me ask you something, Casper.
The Army went public with their sniper teams. Why not the CIA?
Different culture. The Army pins on a metal, we shred a file. Now, I brought
everyone that is still alive.
More than half died in the service. The problem you're going to run into is that
nobody's updated these dossiers since 1983.
My problem?
Is it making them current?
Will necessarily entail a lot of intrusion. They won't know that they're
checked out unless there's good reason.
One of these men may be shooting up Ohio right now.
There's Spider.
Yeah, that's him.
Who is it?
The gentleman just joined the party. Anything to do with the sniper?
A few new leads.
George is crunching the data.
What are you hitting me for, Luke?
You've been telling stories about me to the feds, Spider.
If you plan to deny it, don't.
John Grant told me.
Grant said he's lying.
He's got it in for me. He won't even do me a little favor, and I am owed big
time. You know that?
Let's talk about that.
I heard you got busted again. I thought you might be stupid enough to try and
peddle your story to your old Atlanta PD contact.
I told you.
Grant's not buying it.
This isn't sounding good, John.
Let's get closer.
We got their hair.
I can't do ten years of federal time, Lou.
I can't handle it.
They won't even give you parole.
I don't think you'll have to do a day.
Yeah?
I like the ring of that.
Why? What I do for Cahill O 'Connor is my business.
And that is not for sale.
Certainly not by you. Yeah, I know.
Hey, man, I told you. Grant turned me down.
See, I saw this coming.
What is this about?
So I put a little...
Question mark next to his credibility.
But you'll try again.
Oh, no, Lou.
I'm done.
I won't try this anymore.
The only reason I didn't do this before?
Because I had to find out what you knew.
Hey, man, hey, hey. If something happens to me, Granny knows I've been dropping
your name.
All over town.
Yeah, that's my little insurance policy.
It's a bomb policy, Spider.
Nobody's listening to Grant now.
And nobody's going to miss you.
Johnny, what's the problem?
Hey, man, you are cutting it close.
There we are, Spider.
Stop the gun, will you?
This is my jurisdiction.
Just put it down.
The gun on tape.
I don't care what you've got. Now get the hell out of here. You're under
for attempted murder and racketeering.
I am interviewing a dangerous felon here, and nobody is going to detain me.
come on. Get off him, John.
Get clear.
John, get clear. John, get off him. Get clear.
Oh, Lou.
Why'd you do that?
Paramedics, I need paramedics. Gunshot.
Relax, Luke. Luke, you know the drill.
Get you to hospital.
Explain to me, Mom.
I had Johnny all set up.
Why'd you believe him?
I should have trusted John from the start.
And Francis told me the truth.
Handelman was DOA.
John's gone to notify his wife.
He was close to both of them at one time.
What a waste.
Handelman dealt it.
George, what do you got?
We're matching Sam Sagittarius' profile with the major categories.
Hunters, military, police.
We've narrowed down the CIA Panther units by ruling out the ones who have
alibis or who are institutionalized, which is the bulk of them, by the way.
We've also added teaching to the criteria.
Chiron was a wise elder. He taught the young centaurs, and Sagittarius featured
him on both ends.
And we've included people with postgraduate degrees, because they
and that gives us ten.
What about wounds?
We're looking for prostheses. A wound that didn't heal may translate into
amputation. If you use a grudge against police, Panther Unit sniper, teacher,
and amputee, you have three good possibilities from this group.
So is Jarvis, elementary teacher from Canada.
emigrated in 1980, lost a leg in an auto accident.
Robert Townsend teaches music in Kansas City. He mangled a foot.
Clayton Riddle, professor of antiquities in Ohio State University, lost both
legs in Vietnam due to bullet wounds. Former Cincinnati police officer.
What was Riddle's
problem with the police?
After he spent two years in VA hospitals, Cincinnati police saw him as
unfit, and they denied him his old job.
As a sharpshooter, imagine playing the violin like an angel and being told to
put it away because you lost both your legs.
I think that Riddle is Sagittarius.
He's got all the skills, and like Chiron, he has wounds that didn't heal.
Yeah, I've got enough to get a judge out of bed. Where does he live?
On the campus in Columbus.
His M .O. is daytime.
He'll be all over them by dawn.
Let's alert the campus police and the local PD.
Clear. If you can't, come in, please.
What did he do? I don't understand all this. Clayton is dean of the department.
He's not a mass murderer.
Have you ever been here before?
No. I've had several dinner parties, but I don't ever recall him mentioning any
hobbies like this.
You're saying he's the sniper?
I can't believe that.
Forget hobbies.
It's a small machine shop. He's got a computerized lathe, for God's sake.
Prototypes. He was experimenting with design.
Oh, yes. Clayton is a genius with his hands. For the past several years, he's
been especially keen on biomechanics. For his legs, you know. He's made
advances. This is where he loads his bullets, bullet molds, gunpowder. He can
make a rifle, for God's sake.
He has.
He's modified a sniper rifle.
Here's the rest of his myth.
This is where he gains immortality.
Whenever he's gone, he's gone there as Sagittarius to fire the longest shot
made at Shadow the Sky.
Does Riddle have classes today?
He should. I hadn't heard him arranging for the day offering.
Really?
John, get Columbus PD to travel the towers.
What's the situation? One shot, 11 minutes ago.
Did he shoot your glasses?
No, he dropped that woman in the open.
No warning. Nobody's heard a shot. Why glass? Shot through it before.
Shot had to come from that direction.
Sculptor, that's his target. That's his diary bullet knife.
Can't make that shot. He's shooting from the wrong direction. His line of fire
is obstructed.
That's it.
The building in the far distance.
That's got to be 1 ,500 yards off. 17 maybe.
He's moved to line up a shot on the sculpture.
John, we need a decoy.
I'll give you something to shoot at.
Secure the building.
Arrow to the roof, swat inside.
I need a Remington 7.
I'll get you one. What kind of ammo do you want?
Bowtail with hollow points.
George, as soon as he fires again, get to me. I hope we got the range on this
thing. It's almost a mile.
Billy, this guy is suicidal.
This is his last shot. If you get in the way, he's going to take you with him.
He commands five square miles from there. No one on the ground is safe.
John, I'm going to find a vantage point. If he goes to take a shot, I'll make my
move.
Billy, this is his miss, not yours. This started 25 years ago. Not with this
guy, but one just like him. He's part of the same men. I've got to finish him.
Got it.
I got it. Let's go.
So far it's clear
John's
in the open. What do
you see?
Where is he, George? Where is he?
Northwest corner. Northwest.
I don't have a clear shot yet.
She's alive.
The woman is alive.
Sagittarius is down.
Bailey got him.
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