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Good morning.

ATL confirms three targets.

Repeat, this is a capture mission.

Get the guanos and go. Copy that.

Time to nut up.

I'll clear them.

Maintain communication.

Clear sector.

Return to position.

I think I saw something.

I'm going down to two.

No, we go together.

We wait. We could lose them.

I'm going in.

Regan, return to your team to check my alpha.

Regan, give me your position.

She's not responding.

Oh, entertain the laugh.

I'm going down to get her.

Meet me back at alpha.

Hodge.

Hodge, are you there?

Reagan, give me your...

Reagan,

give us your position.

We got our dicks flapping in the wind up here.

We got shots fired.

Page, what's your position?

Break. We're under attack.

I'm going after Regan. Page, take it. Page!

Regan!

You're hearing aid acting up.

I'm sure.

Hey, Ab, did you leave the window open?

No. Why?

We got ourselves an intruder.

Come on, let's go. Wait, what are you doing?

Putting him back where he belongs.

What? No.

He's so young and he's all alone.

Ab, he'll be fine.

You got enough on your plate.

You can't keep every stray we find.

Em.

Em!

How could you say that in front of her? I didn't mean her.

You need to apologize to her.

Now.

Of course.

I'll meet you back upstairs.

Okay.

I'm not keeping the cat.

Em.

I'm sorry about what I said. I wasn't talking about you. I promise.

Come on, Em. Say something.

Shut the door, please.

Em.

The preliminary exam confirms these bodies match those previously found. I

full forensics. The more we know about how our team took him out, the safer

we'll be on our next stop. And Agent Page, sir? We'll handle his autopsy

internally. I'll notify his loved ones. Cover why we need a closed casket.

In case you're in any doubt as to my opinion, the loss of Paige is

Full disclosure, Paige's death was completely avoidable.

Was our intel bad?

No.

She was.

It's a motherload of information.

Coelho was the calcium carbonate plant before they shut her down.

Drug traffickers use that to cut heroin. It's actually limestone, sir. No signs

of any drugs, sir, but the place was creepy as shit. We found a cage full of

rabbits.

And whatever the hell that thing is.

What we do know is this.

Koahila Cell was part of a larger terrorist network.

The hunter's threat is imminent. We need to find a link to their leadership.

Stop the hunters before they strike again.

After a highly successful operation that resulted in the shutting down of the

largest heroin -producing ring in the state, the FBI now finds itself the

subject of investigation.

The Washington Post is reporting that an internal inquiry was launched today

prompted by a number of complaints about a highly decorated key officer involved

in that heroin task force.

In other news, the Royals won over the Angels and now have a 1 -0 lead in the

three -game series. Agent Carroll, this is an official inquiry and you are on

record.

How's the counseling going?

It's not mandatory.

No medication for your PTSD?

Doing anything at all to help yourself?

Walking along the beach at sunset.

What about Dawson's daughter?

Your partner dies, you take in his kid.

Em's got nothing to do with this. She's got issues of her own. That's got to be

a lot of stress.

I said it's got nothing to do with them.

Sure.

My favorite piece.

We'll start on it next week.

Thanks, Abby.

Three cell phones seized in the raid. Each received the same photo an hour

before the raid. Encryption.

Yeah, top notch.

RSA 4096.

I ran it through the NSA's quantum. They just upgraded to 8 kilocubics. Pretty

bastard. I don't know what that means.

It means I got this.

Abby Carroll.

32.

Piano teacher.

This is Agent Carroll. Leave the message.

Babe, it's me.

Don't forget the wine.

And don't be late.

8 .30.

It's okay. I'm right here.

Hello?

Who's there?

They say that music is the strangest form of magic.

You know who said that?

Marilyn Manson.

I saw him at the Bowery in New York last summer.

Say what you will about the guy's music. He's one hell of a showman.

Want to hear my magic, Abby?

Please, don't hurt me. On the contrary, I am here to help you.

What did that mean?

What did that mean?

We don't even do it, Abby.

I'll just turn this up.

No. Hey,

babe. Sorry I'm late.

Traffic was crazy.

I got the wine. Hey, where's Abby? She's not here.

What? She's not upstairs.

That's weird. Her car's in the driveway.

We got that potluck.

I need a report of missing Curtin.

Yeah, it's been 48 hours.

I appreciate that.

I'm sure she will, too.

Thanks.

I, uh, saved you financially.

Are you okay?

Not even close.

What can I find her?

I need to practice.

Abby gave me a new piece of music. I want it to be good when she comes home.

Thanks, John Lee.

The subject presents as a human male, approximately 30 years of age, but as

previous hunter specimens, the similarity to humans ends here.

As observed in previous subjects, there is an outer layer of human integumentary

and vascular system, including blood and skin.

The rib cage is cross -braced, with two resonant chambers below the ribs in

place of lungs.

The heart is held in place by tendons thicker than those found in humans.

Possibly the result of evolution in a stronger gravitational environment.

Thank God.

The subject sustained severe injury from a gunshot to the face.

But it didn't kill him.

No. A sonic blast to the cranial region was the cause of death.

We're lucky we only lost one man.

Where you been?

I've been worried sick.

Em! Em?

You scared the hell out of me.

So you do care.

I thought you only wanted me for my Ritalin.

A policeman came to the house today.

He asked me a lot of questions about you and Abby.

Like what?

Like if you guys fight a lot, if you've ever hurt her, things like that.

It was like he thought you did something to Abby.

What do you think?

I think he was an asshole.

It's true.

You would never hurt Abby.

I mean, if you wanted someone gone, it would be me.

I need to ask you something.

And you need to tell me the truth.

Is there anything that you're doing that I didn't know about?

Last Friday, Abby was late when she picked me up at school.

She said she went to a music store in Dundalk, but when we got in the car, I

this.

Like in the total opposite direction.

Arrive at 1445 Quaker Ridge Road in 45 minutes.

Abby Carroll reported missing less than 24 hours after her picture was sent to

the Coahuila cell.

Could be a sleeper agent.

Or an innocent civilian.

Whoever she is, she's also married to an FBI agent, Flynn Carroll.

Did two tours of Afghanistan before joining the Bureau.

Spent some time with JTTF, mostly narcotics.

Under cover of late and being investigated internally for questionable

The Fed is going to be sticking his nose in our business.

Well, we won't let that happen, will we?

We have a lead on the carol surveillance.

Could be another cell.

But when we got in the car, I saw this.

Arrived at 1445 Quaker Ridge Road in 45 minutes.

All right, pull the thread, see where it leads.

Eyes only, 1445 Quaker Ridge Road.

This is Principal Sherman.

I'm afraid M has had another incident.

How bad is it?

She'll be fine, but coupled with her spectrum disorder, I'm afraid self

is not something that we're equipped for here.

We need to look at another option.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Pretty boy's going in.

Jackson said, ours only.

FBI, pull around. Put your hands where I can see them.

Pull around.

Stop.

Be quiet.

As quiet as a church mill.

Copy. Where is she?

She's gone and you'll never see her again.

She took my wife.

Asshole.

My, my, my is a strong language.

I've got him. Give him a car. Go!

Agent Briggs.

We're on the same side.

And for your wife.

Bullshit. Don't believe me?

Ask my boss.

He's very keen to meet you.

Agent Carroll, I'll be handling your debriefing.

Okay.

Who the fuck are you people?

Agents Regan and Briggs work for me.

My name's Truss Jackson. I'm commander of Joint Task Force Wotan, though we

prefer to call ourselves the Exo -Terrorism Unit, ETU.

I work to counter terrorism. I never heard of any of it.

Exo -terrorism unit. The ETU deals with the kinds of terrorists other agencies

aren't equipped to handle.

Like the ones we believe are responsible for the disappearance of your wife.

You think terrorists kidnap my wife?

She's a piano teacher.

How did you find that farmhouse?

By reading a fortune cookie.

Did you see the men inside?

Could you identify the suspects inside the farmhouse?

I couldn't make them in a lineup, but I got a glimpse.

One guy had dreads. The other two look like burn victims.

Who are they?

It's classified.

Tell me what they have to do with my wife.

I'm not at the brink of saying.

Hey.

It was a bad dream to have my wife.

Go home.

Get some rest.

We'll talk some more later.

So?

Sorry I couldn't pick you up.

Principal Sherman brought me home.

She's not as much of a bitch as I thought she was.

What happened?

A girl asked why I wasn't crying about Abby.

There's a therapeutic boarding school.

Boarding school.

Therapeutic boarding school.

Abby and I were looking into it after your last incident.

Em, I'm sorry.

Now that Abby's gone, you're getting rid of me, just like you always wanted.

That isn't true. You promised my death.

He was your partner. You promised him. You're a liar. I know.

Liar. Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar!

No, no, no, no. Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

I don't want to stay with you anyway.

Ann.

Go away.

Ann.

You want some help?

No.

Hey, Ann.

Ann.

Carol is a skilled agent and I know that you want a dad.

More importantly, his wife seems to mean something to the hunters.

And then there's the business of the scar.

I understand.

Agent Carroll.

Guy, my wife.

And what is it?

Your transfer to Homeland Security.

Homeland Security.

It's a cover.

Welcome to ETU.

All personnel are cleared for classified operations.

Briggs here comes courtesy of Australian Special Ops Command.

With your skills and experience, you'll be an actual replacement for an agent we

just lost.

That's not a great sales pitch.

What I'm about to show you is known only to this unit and a handful of people at

the top of the DOD.

This information remains classified.

Period. Are we clear?

Yeah.

Yeah.

The terrorists we're chasing aren't human.

We used to say the same thing about the Hodgies.

Not like that.

This hunter and two others were part of a cell hiding out in an abandoned

calcium carbonate refinery in Kentucky.

They were part of a larger international organization.

The U .S. government first became aware of their existence in 2009.

Does this look like a hoax to you?

Hunter number seven.

A .K .A. Lionel McCarthy.

He's a professional DJ who uses the names Dymatic Society.

Have we reached out to TSC?

McCarthy's on their watch list. He may attempt to travel to the Middle East,

where as far as we know, brother number four is based. That's their leader.

He's like the Bin Laden of little green men.

If McCarthy's on the no -fly list, he won't get past security.

Or an x -ray machine.

He won't have to get past all of them, just one.

Randall Slavik runs security at an airport near D .C.

We suspect he's a sleeper agent. We've been monitoring his communications for

weeks and our surveillance turned up nothing until last night when Slavic

received this link from McCarthy via McCarthy's Spotify channel.

That song was playing in the farmhouse.

OMD, Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark, 80s British New Wave group.

They did that song, If You Leave, it was in Pretty in Pink, in the last scene

when Andy...

My guess is that it's an encoded message. I think McCarthy's telling

he needs help getting out of the country.

Slavik's next shift starts in four hours. We're going to take a team, stake

out, see if McCarthy shows.

Abby Carroll may turn up with McCarthy.

And if she does?

She's to be apprehended and held for interrogation.

That is all.

Let's go, people. Let's bring them in this time.

Hunter, use sonic weapons.

The .280.

That's .280. Well, look at you with the size.

Each of you weapons are reverse engineered using hunter guns that we've

Battery snaps out, in, like so.

Aim for the head. That's how you take one down.

There'll be a muffled sound, some kickback.

You'll get used to the feel.

Like burning a lover.

A gun that shoots Martians.

We don't know where they come from.

Could be space.

No, no, it's for sure. What we do know is that hunters don't come in peace.

Stay calm, keep focused, and whatever you do, stay the hell away from this

She had a secret.

Your wife.

Something you didn't know, something that got her caught.

You don't know anything about Abby.

Everyone's adding something.

Sir, you need to hear this.

On the surface, just another lame remix. But when we pull the tracks apart,

that's when things get interesting.

Those clicks were on the tape from the Koei Hewlett factory. Yeah, we'll see.

We'll start cracking it. That's not all, sir.

There was another track buried in the song.

No code. No attempt to hide it. What is it? It's a warning,

sir. This is a warning from our leader.

Dear brother number four.

This is his one and only warning.

So sit up and listen close.

For years we have remained hidden amongst you.

Watching.

Waiting. We take nothing without reason.

What we want is good and right.

It's what we've been waiting for.

Never a direct communication at the damn manifesto.

Our cause is just. The end justifies our means.

Love swings the hammer.

Blood will be shed.

You will bleed.

You will cry.

And you will die.

You will not be safe.

You will pay the price.

We are many.

We are everywhere.

And we are angry.

The end begins now.

Escalator.

McCarthy's here.

Headed to security.

Alone? Looks like. Stay with him. We're on him.

baggage carousel one.

Lovick's letting McCarthy through a secure door. We're in suit.

Solve it.

Solve it. Stop.

Tell me where my wife is.

Tell me.

Tell me where my wife is or I'll pull your damn head off.

You can't stop us.

We're inside.

Inside what?

The E .T .U.

We're inside.

They're using you.

Carol?

Where's Regan? Where's McCarthy?

What a fine and fearsome creature you are.

Magnificent in every way. You don't know me.

Oh, but I do.

I know what's inside of both of us. And I know how badly it wants to come out.

Come on.

Shoot me.

Spill my blood and then lick it up. And then run with me like the animal you

are.

He's got a gun!

Holy

shit.

He escaped.

He got shot at first.

Damn it.