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He's gonna kill me. He's gonna kill me.

603, Felix! Coach is gonna kill you!

I'm sorry, Coach.

My alarm didn't go off.

Coach?

Commander. Sir.

This is weird, right?

That's one word for it. I think it's kind of nice.

It looks like the new guy is trying to score some brownie points.

Or in this case, pastry points.

I think Parker said these are Polish klacki. Wait, wait, wait. What if this

tip? To see who prefers plain over powdered sugar?

Well, maybe.

What does taking plain over powdered sugar say about you?

It says I'm hungry.

See, I'm serious, guys. We barely know this guy. What if he's playing mind

games? Or he's just trying to be nice his first week on the job.

I'm not that easy. Me neither.

You know, I feel like I should put it back.

Morning. Morning.

Whoa. What's the rush?

You didn't come in to tell us we have a body or?

No.

That was everybody's weekend.

Good.

Uneventful? Same.

Anybody catch that Nats game last night?

Official Agent McGee?

Yeah. One sec.

Dispatch has a body. You want to talk to him?

Um, yeah.

Okay, got it. Thanks.

Guess I don't have your number yet. We have a dead sailor at the Navy Athletic

Complex in Norfolk.

Well, in that case, my delicious mind games will have to wait.

Let's roll.

How does he think Sheriff?

The victim is Navy Commander Henry Davis, head of the All -Navy Sports

Worked with some of the best athletes in the world.

And a buddy who played basketball in the Army.

Serious work.

Even more so in this case. The other military branch is your sport is your

primary mission.

Navy athletes are expected to compete at an international level while

maintaining their active duty assignments.

Dual threats.

One of the athletes found him early this morning.

I would say rigor suggests that time of death was between 4, 6 a .m.

You got a cause of death, Doc? The only visible wound here is the blunt force

trauma to the temple.

Whoever killed him definitely had their pick of murder weapons.

He had shot clips, hammers, javelins, headwind and tailwind versions.

Wow. I didn't have you pegged as the track and field type, McGee.

I contain multitudes, Agent Parker.

Just curious, what type did you have me peg dance?

Maybe peg was the wrong word.

Well, in any case, I don't think that the murder weapon came from this room.

This wound here appears to be a burn.

From what?

I'm not sure. I've never seen dermal stippling quite like this before.

So what are we looking for?

I don't know.

Then I guess we keep looking.

Commander's office is right next door.

Oh, you don't understand.

I'm never late.

Why were you this morning?

Coach and I have been doing two a day to get ready for the military world games.

Time trials are next week.

Practice, plus my regular duty assignment.

Caught up with me.

I overslept.

Hard enough to handle one career.

You handled two.

I couldn't do it without Coach.

So the two of you were close?

I was heading down a bad path as a kid.

drinking, fighting.

I joined the Navy because my guidance counselor thought it was trading me out.

Well, did it?

Not really.

I was looking at a dishonorable discharge until Coach Davis heard I was

-State in high school and asked me to try out for the Navy team.

Running turned things around for you?

No.

Coach Davis did that.

He gave me a place to belong.

gave me something else to do other than drink.

Do you have any idea who my one and dead?

That's just it.

No one would.

I mean, Coach is the... Coach was the best.

On and off the track.

Well, he was the best on the track, that's for sure.

Commander Davis has quite the hardware collection.

Must be the awards that didn't fit him.

Trophy case outside.

This guy's a regular John Wooden.

The basketball coach of this book on leadership.

Pyramid of success. Good stuff.

I wonder if the commander read it, too. Sure seems like he knew the winning

secret.

Speaking of secrets.

You got something?

Hidden compartment.

The performance -enhancing kind, testosterone, methanol.

I don't know what our coach was doing with steroids.

Commander Henry Davis, decorated officer and former world -class runner himself.

He worked his way up to become head of the All -Navy sports program.

These athletes compete in everything from the military world games to the

Olympics. I hate to find out that the drugs in the commander's desk had

something to do with that.

Could it be where he was killed?

Yeah. Maybe somebody found out the coach was doping his athletes, got upset.

Not athletes.

In addition to administrative duties, Davis coached one person at a time,

someone who was stationed locally and who he saw extra potential in. That

narrows it down the list.

Davis was currently training Petty Officer Felix Cross.

We questioned him this morning, but that was before we knew about the drugs.

Let's see what Felix has to say now and have him pee in a cup while you're at

it. Yeah.

Who did the coach work with before Felix?

Petty Officer First Class Jamie Anderson.

Let's talk to him, too. Let's start working our way back.

Actually, Petty Officer Anderson was killed last year, not in combat, some

of car accident.

It makes two dead.

That's a small world.

You got details?

No, but Anderson's parents still live in D .C. Bring him in.

Let's have a chat.

Hey, Jimmy.

McGee, great timing. I was about to call Parker down for an update.

I like updates.

Would you like an update?

I would love an update. Do an update.

I finally figured out what our mystery sibling was here.

Commander Davis was killed by a gunshot.

No entry warrant.

That's because there was no bullet.

This man was killed by a blank round.

Not the most effective choice of murder weapon? No, but it works. Even blank

rounds aren't entirely blank.

Right, they use wadding to hold in the propellant. Which in this case was

gunpowder, hence the burn on the temple.

So he was shot point blank?

The paper wadding was ejected from the barrel, shattered his temporal bone,

fragments pierced the brain, death was instantaneous.

You think this could have been a suicide, maybe?

I didn't find any GSR on the victim's hand, so that means someone else pulled

the trigger.

Why try and kill someone with a blank round?

Starter pistols can use blank rounds.

At least they used to before everything went digital.

Track coach murdered with a starter pistol.

Pretty symbolic.

Maybe the killer is trying to send a message.

What's the message?

This was taken after the Armed Forces Championships when Jamie broke the Navy

record. We were so proud of him.

Yeah, so was Coach.

You were close with Commander Davis?

We considered him family.

He was just as devastated as we were when Jamie was killed.

Drunk driver.

We're sorry for your loss.

From what we understand, training under Coach Davis was something of an honor in

itself. Yeah, Coach only took the best under his wing.

He had the record to prove it.

Did he ever...

Use performance enhancers as part of his training regimen?

You mean like steroids?

That's quite an accusation. We're not accusing anyone.

Well, you'd better have some proof before you do.

Just the accusation could disgrace the entire program. That's hundreds of

dedicated athletes, not to mention our Jamie. Jamie would never dope. And Coach

Davis wasn't one to cut corners.

According to phone records, Commander Davis called your house two days ago.

Yeah, that's right. I talked to him.

Ever since Jamie died, Hank would call us every once in a while. You know, to

check in, make sure we were still doing okay.

Did he mention anything unusual the other day?

Same old small talk.

We're trying to get justice for Hank. Anything he might have said could help

Well, I mean, it's nothing specific, but...

I could tell that he seemed a little distracted.

But when I asked what was wrong, he said he didn't want to burden us with his

problems. Any idea what that problem might be?

Coach wasn't given a drug.

This will prove it.

You guys are way off base.

Look, we're just trying to find out why he got killed.

Well, maybe the steroids weren't even his.

Ever think of that?

Yes, but they were hidden in his desk.

We couldn't find anyone else with fingerprints.

Whatever. You should be out there trying to catch the killer, not wasting time

here.

Hey, hey.

Breathe.

Breathe.

I get what you're going through.

Doubt that.

Coach was family, right?

Well, I just lost some family, too.

Yeah.

What did you do?

Well, I didn't pick a fight with the towel dispenser.

I channel my emotions into something positive.

Something positive like what?

Finding Coach's killer?

Like the time trials you have coming up.

You run your race and you let us run ours.

Running isn't going to help me forget.

Do you have a sponsor?

Navy athletes can't sign endorsement deals.

No, not that kind of sponsor.

The one that you call on when you feel like you're falling back into old

Like drinking.

It's not like that, man.

Something else on your mind?

Coach.

You asked me who had problems with him, right?

Well... I wasn't totally honest earlier.

I saw Coach get into this argument the other day.

I've never seen him temper like that.

Who was the argument with?

Ready officer, third class, Cal Stewart, also stationed in Norfolk, and also an

old Navy athlete in wrestling.

Lightweight? Actually, he's an old photo. He's moved up a few classes.

He went from a skipping stone to the rock. All in less than a year.

Think he had a little help?

Take a look at his social media profile.

Notice anything?

I notice good form.

Outside of the gym selfies.

Vintage fit.

Nice car.

Yeah, too nice.

$100 ,000 car and an E4 salary.

Kyle's got a side business.

Maybe that's what the argument with the coach was about.

He got caught selling.

Or maybe Coach was the customer.

Wouldn't be the first time someone got into a fight with their drug dealer.

Well, I say we bring Cowell in and ask.

We could, but this is just theory right now. If we really wanted to talk, we've

got to come up with something concrete.

If this guy is dealing, let's catch him in the act.

Look, I can go to the gym, make him sell me steroids, and take him down. I mean,

what is he working on today? By the track?

Length. According to his most recent post, it is recovery day in the tub.

Even better. I could use some time in that jacuzzi.

Great. Mm -hmm.

Thanks.

Don't worry, man.

You'll get used to it.

Then you'll crave it, bro. Seriously.

Yeah. Okay, yeah.

Yeah, I need to get rid of this back injury, right?

Oh, you use the cold to cut down on the inflammation?

That's smart. Yeah, doctor's orders.

You're Kyle Stewart, right?

That's the end of your social.

You woke up pretty quick.

Why do I feel like you don't have a back injury?

You're here for free advice.

I'm here for something else. Something else.

Something I'm willing to pay for. And I hear you're the man, you know, who can

find things.

Don't know what you're talking about. Hey, what's the problem?

You, actually, approaching me in public.

Yeah, how neat.

I bet you do, but I guess you didn't hear.

Shop's closed.

Hey, I got cash. I got money. I got money. You name the price.

Here.

We do this, I never want to see your face again.

Yeah, I can live with that.

Meet me out back in ten minutes.

All right, I'm not sure what you're into,

but I got some options.

I got some old shoes.

Oh,

got some old boxer shorts.

I was actually looking for, uh... I know, something a little more used.

Okay, uh... Oh.

Huh?

An Olympic bronze medalist wore this for two weeks.

Never washed. I could let it go for, uh... 400.

Dude, are you messing with me? Okay, fine.

350.

Final offer.

Come on, man. Get that away from me. I told you I had nothing to do with

Commander Davis' death.

We have an eyewitness who saw you arguing two days before the murder.

That doesn't mean that I killed him.

Then what were you arguing about?

And why were you selling me dirty laundry?

I thought that's what you wanted.

I was talking about steroids.

What steroids?

I don't know anything about those. Then why were you and Davis arguing?

But... And did I mention that...

We are going to charge you with murder.

Okay, Coach caught me sneaking into the locker room and... removing some

property.

You mean women's sports props?

You sure you wouldn't maybe just rather confess to murder?

Okay, look, there's a whole market out there for people who are really into,

like, unwashed... stuff.

Why? I don't ask questions. I'm just an illicit sailor and an athlete trying to

make ends meet, so...

I sell the sweaty items at the Athletes League behind.

Right, but David's conching.

And then you kill them.

No.

After we argued, all right, he said if I stopped selling, he wouldn't turn me

over to the Master at Arms.

Commander, David's giving me a second chance, all right? I took it. I closed

shop. Well, your trunk looked open to me.

Those were just some leftovers, all right? I do most of my sales online.

But I shut all that down.

Jerseys, paint tops, socks.

According to these listings, they've all been worn by minor celebrities,

musicians, or athletes.

In Kyle's case, elite Navy athletes.

According to his transaction history, he made almost $1 ,000 a month on these

things he was stealing from the locker room.

You're in the wrong business.

You think they have a law enforcement section?

What? You don't really tell your stuff.

Not everything.

I'm sure I have a few things lying around.

Wow, I'm really learning a lot about you.

Oh, my.

A little too much.

Why don't we focus on the case?

Kyle Seward, our killer or not? We don't think so. As of two days ago, he closed

his seller account.

We're selling the truth.

And we don't have any hard evidence connecting him to the murder.

So this was a wild goose chase?

Well, not exactly. See, when Kyle closed his account, he left behind some pretty

angry customers.

How angry?

Well, most of them were one -offs, but there were definitely some that were a

bit more obsessed.

Maybe fan 9 -2.

After Kyle announced he was no longer in business, Navy Fan 9 -2 started sending

hostile messages.

They threatened to break into the locker room and steal the old talks

themselves. Maybe they followed through with that threat and ran into Coach.

Navy Fan 9 -2 got a real name? Working on it.

Then don't let me stop you.

Torres. Hey.

Just a bad time.

Really?

Uh, what's going on? Are you okay?

Yeah.

I was just thinking about Coach.

Sounds like you're doing more than thinking.

Where are you?

Have you cleared Coach's name yet?

We're working on it.

Let's take it the law.

You don't focus on that. You just tell me where you are and I'll come and pick

you up.

Hello?

Hey, Kate.

Is that one of Parker's pastries? It sure is.

I was wondering who all was going to go into that box.

Nice of you to take pity.

Oh, this is not a pity pastry. This is a motivation pastry.

It'll be my reward after we figure out who killed Commander David.

Nice. You find anything to help us ID in AP fan 92?

Still working on it. In the meantime, I ran the urine samples for Felix and

Kyle, but both came back negative. They weren't you thing.

We still don't know where those PEDs came from.

I wish I could help, but testosterone, methanolone, and methylprednisolone are

all easy to come by, which makes them impossible to trace.

And the only other item in the dop kit was this old ribbon.

Outstanding participation.

I got one of these in a Fourth of July sack race when I was nine.

No way to tell who it belongs to. And the only prints on it were the

commander's. Hope you like stale kolachki.

Maybe not so stale. You gonna leave?

Yeah, on Navy Fan 92. Still no name, but I have an address.

Seems our obsessed fan had their purchases delivered to a mail forwarding

service. Warren come through on the shipping records?

Uh -huh.

The package's final destination was a warehouse in Anacostia. All right. Send

the address. Thanks, Keith. Nice work.

Anything?

No light.

No movement.

Those doors fully motorized with biometric locks.

Not to mention I'm seeing security cameras at every 10 feet.

This place is a fortress.

Maybe our obsessed sports fan is into something worse than used jerseys.

All right, well, I guess we got first watch.

Or you tapped it, huh?

Excuse me?

Well, my earlier comments about your type seemed to hit a nerve.

Made me think that maybe I should look at more than your NCIS file.

So you found my high school yearbook?

Didn't realize you were an All -State champion.

Two -time All -State champion.

You do contain multitudes, Agent McGee.

You look up Taurus at night, too? I'm working on it.

Might be helpful to know everybody's hidden talent.

Never know when they'll come in handy.

Looks like someone's home.

No.

Peter, NCIS.

Hey, stop!

You okay?

Yeah. Nice save. You are light on your feet.

Better like it!

What the hell am I looking at?

Nothing that makes me feel good.

pressurized with concentrated oxygen.

One spark and we all go up in flames.

I'm serious.

Back off.

Take it easy.

Easy. I don't know what's going on here, but I'm pretty sure no one has to die.

I would rather die and destroy my work than give it to your bosses.

Your work.

Our bosses.

Oh, don't play games.

I have two advanced degrees and a brain.

You were sent by the Chinese government.

Credentials say NCIS.

And my fake ID in high school said I was 35.

You need to get out of here, otherwise my finger might slip.

Look, I can see that you're, uh...

You're some kind of a scientist?

And I can see you're not. Well, all I'm saying is instead of making premature

conclusions, you should do what scientists do best, research.

What are you talking about?

A simple Internet search would show that we are legit agents.

I'm not stupid.

Any mercenary worth their salt would have a backstopped identity.

That's very true, but... Would a mercenary have a personal homepage

the spotted wood thrush?

What?

You're a bird watcher? Hidden talent.

I'll give you one search.

Okay. Just type in Alden Parker Birdman.

Find it yet?

Nothing is coming up.

Type Alden. That's Alden with an E.

Yes, I got that, but there's nothing here.

Type the famous ornithologist Theodore Parker, but it says here he died 30

ago.

Oh, no.

What did you do?

Put it down. Put it down.

We've confirmed that our warehouse scientist is Navy Fan 92.

Got an ID?

Her real name is Dr. Astrid Fellows.

Started up her own biomedical research company with Silicon Valley seed money,

but whatever she's working on is being kept under wraps. That explains the

secret lab.

She doesn't have a criminal record, just a PhD in molecular biology.

And a master's in paranoia.

Okay, the whole Chinese mercenary thing was a big misunderstanding. I'm just

going to apologize for that and be on my way. Sit down. There was no

misunderstanding.

Look familiar?

Hmm.

I've seen those.

You bought those?

A lot of them.

Along with these winning game knee pads and these running jerseys? All from the

best Navy athletes.

You seemed pretty upset when your supply suddenly got cut off. You threatened

to... Break into the locker room?

So? So maybe you did. And Commander Davis caught you, so you took care of

Took care of him?

Wait, is that what this is all about?

You think I actually killed someone?

Why not? You tried to kill me.

No, that was a mistake.

I...

I'm not a killer or an obsessed fan.

I hate sports.

So all of this is for a friend.

They were for science.

We're science.

I am a geneticist studying DNA. I'm using elite athlete genomes as a

so naturally I need samples.

Worn clothing has lots of DNA.

Can't you join a medical study or something?

It is not as easy as that.

Genetic research involves a lot of red tape, regulation, not to mention the

cost. I found a cheaper shortcut. Someone was already selling exactly what

needed. What exactly are you working on?

We won't be working on anything in prison.

I'm working on a way to detect genetic manipulation.

That ship has sailed. We've been modifying crop genes for decades now.

I mean in people.

Go on.

The same gene editing technology used to increase plant strength is now being

used on humans to increase their strength.

Gene doping.

It's banned in sports and highly regulated by government.

But the trouble is, there's no way to reliably detect if it is even happening.

Until now.

I'm developing the first universal CRISPR test.

That's what you were willing to blow us up for?

It would be a scientific breakthrough worth millions.

And you think China wants to steal it? IP theft is their national pastime.

They have been after my research for years.

I... Have to protect it. Well, it explains a lot.

Thank you.

Like why you'd be willing to kill.

I didn't kill anybody.

You know, for a scientist, you're not giving us a lot of proof.

Well, I'm not handing over my research if that's what you're asking.

We're asking for an alibi.

Morning, Casey.

Hey, Nick.

Some of you are coming too.

Yeah, he had to take the elevator.

Hey, Kate, what you got? What do you got? I mean, besides the new pimp walk.

Got a hairline fracture on my fifth metatarsal. Killing me all night. Hey,

Jimmy, take an x -ray.

You want something for the pain?

Got a nighttime cold and flu tablet if you want to feel good.

I appreciate it, but I'd rather just hear about our paranoid geneticist.

Well, I got plenty of that. As soon as Fellows realized her choice was between

an alibi and the big house, she gave us access to her entire research lab.

So is she telling us the truth?

Mostly.

I can't say whether foreign governments were coming after her, but she was

studying the DNA of elite Navy athletes.

Science is real.

What about her alibi? Was that real?

Unfortunately, Fellows was in her research lab at the time of the murder.

So not our killer.

A dead end.

So much for sweet rewards.

Sorry.

Wait, what?

M -C -I -S.

Right. You can remove the cuffs.

I think they've cooled down enough.

So, who wants to go first?

Okay, I was just coming out here to clear my head and get some cardio.

Next thing I know, he's all in my face trying to start something.

I did start something.

Finished it, too.

Why?

Chief Barber Coastal, I fought with him. Okay, I told you I had nothing to do

with what happened.

That's enough of both of you. You're going to get no press charges, man.

What's the matter with you?

You told me to channel my emotions into running.

How do you even care what I do?

Because I've been where you are, man.

And I know how hard it is to ask for help.

I don't want your help.

I want you to clear Coach's name.

I need to know he was the man I thought he was. Because if I was wrong about

him, then maybe he was wrong about me. Maybe I don't deserve to be out here.

Maybe I don't belong out here. Don't say that, okay? Don't go there.

You got talent.

Doesn't matter.

I'm done.

Done with you, with coach, with all of it. I quit. Come here. I quit.

You want to talk?

About? Felix.

He is going to come around, you know.

Why do you say that?

Well, because you're a good coach.

At who?

Me.

And Parker.

He seems to think it's your hidden talent.

My what?

Have you seen Parker recently?

Yeah, about an hour ago. Why?

Well, he hasn't been at his desk in a while, so I'm thinking he's about to

in here at any minute looking for answers.

Well, we don't have any. We still don't know where the PEDs came from, and the

scientist's alibi checked out.

No suspects, no leads.

Which is not what a team leader likes to hear.

Even the type of team leader that makes small talk and offers pastries.

I contain multitudes, Agent McGee.

Pastry, anyone?

Nobody seemed to like the Kalachkis, so today we have concha from the best

Mexican bakery in D .C., which is in a gas station.

It's not a bribe or a test, just a hidden talent.

I can find the best international pastry in any town.

That's your hidden talent?

I didn't say it had to be useful.

Would you rather I only come in here to get upset and bark orders?

A little.

It's what we're used to.

And I get that, but that's not who I am, so let's work with what we get.

Except we've got nothing.

Case is at a dead end.

So we fix that.

Take a breath, take a concha, and start from the beginning.

Who wants to go first?

I will.

Oh, I may not have found our killer, but I earned this.

Mmm.

I have a lead.

So we're trying to figure out who's using the PEDs, right? But the only way

figure out who's doping would be to test every Navy athlete.

Yeah, that's a whole lot of samples to collect. Then I realized we don't have

collect anything. We already have everything we need.

That was DNA research.

Our paranoid geneticist was analyzing shed skin cells.

That means she already tested every Navy athlete that's been through that locker

room in the last two years. Mr. Senator, thank you, Kurt. It's already in the

mail, because I was able to look through her reports for signs of doping. You

found some?

Yeah. Why?

So I ran the sample through the military database and got a hit. The only

athlete to show signs of PED use was Petty Officer Jamie Anderson.

The runner who was killed in a car accident last year.

Before then, Jamie was using testosterone, methanolone, and

The same drugs we found in Coach Davis' office.

We now have hard evidence that one of his athletes was cheating.

And one good for the coach.

Oh, and the Navy's going to be pretty pissed when they find out. Yeah, not to

mention being his parents.

Or maybe they already knew.

Parker, you got something?

Hey, I recognize that look.

That's the same look Gibbs used to get when...

You figured out something.

Well, I guess something's never changed.

Son had talent.

Jamie still holds the Navy record for two events, right?

Yeah, you left a legacy.

Thanks for meeting me on short notice, but like I said on the phone, I think we

found something that belongs to you.

Sorry, I don't recognize this.

That's odd.

I thought it was Jamie's for sure. I mean, we found it in the same bag as his

drugs. Excuse me?

Jamie was doping.

Must be some mistake.

Like I said before, Jamie would never do that.

Well, you also said that you didn't recognize this ribbon. That's two lies.

I'm not lying.

I've never seen that before in my life. That's not what your wife said.

We have agents with her right now, and she showed them another picture of your

son.

She said Jamie won this in his first race ever and always kept it for good

That seems like something a father should know.

How dare you talk about my son like that? I'm talking about you now.

You found out Jamie was doping, and you blame Coach Davis.

No. He was a trusted mentor, a father figure, but instead of helping Jamie

realize his potential, he was addicting him to drugs. That's...

That's why you killed him.

Hey, look.

It's a parent's duty to protect their child, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, but I didn't.

I didn't protect him.

Coach didn't give Jamie the drugs.

I did.

You doped your own son?

So Coach was the one who found out?

A maintenance crew found Jamie's bag.

Stuck behind an old locker a few days ago.

Coach saw the ribbon and the steroids, and he put it together.

Realized what I was making Jamie do. That's why he called you that day.

Said he was going to report to PDU. Said it was only fair to inform the other

athletes who competed against Jamie.

Coach was going to let them take away all I had left of my fun.

So I showed up early to the locker room.

And I begged him. I begged him to keep quiet.

And when he still refused, I pulled out the gun.

And I threatened him.

It was loaded with blanks.

I only wanted to scare Coach.

But things got heated, and I swear to you, I did not mean to kill him.

I thought sports stories were supposed to be uplifting.

Apparently not this one.

Promising young athlete pushed to cheat by an overbearing parent.

Beloved coach dead.

Yeah, my foot is broken.

How? Is that sports related?

Well, I may never tap dance again.

You said it was a hairline fracture. You'll be fine by the weekend.

Yeah, well, it's still gonna hurt.

I always feel like the CEO.

That kid is being busted down a rank for fighting.

That's harsh. How do you handle it?

I'm worried about him.

We still got work to do.

Is this the part of the sports movie where the coach gives the rallying

to rally the team?

I'm not one for speeches, but I do have another idea to keep everybody in the

game. Does it involve baked goods?

It involves you, Agent Torres.

Thank you for coming.

What are we doing here?

I wanted to let you know that we cleared Commander Davis' name.

I heard.

Thanks. I guess.

You were right about him.

He's still gone.

He's still here.

Robert, you belong.

No, I can't race without a coach.

Well, he believes in you.

Not many people do.

Well, that's when you're wrong.

Wait, what's going on? What are they doing here?

Well, they're here to watch a rave.

You and me, right here, right now.

Are you being serious?

Oh, yeah.

You know you'd lose, right?

Oh, for sure.

But win or lose, you gotta finish strong, baby.

Coach could be cheesy.

You're on.

Sure you don't want to join him? Give him a few pointers?

Maybe next time.

What am I missing?

Agent Knight here was a college track star at Division I.

Really? You never told us this whole time.

Humility is one of my hidden talents.

All right, I need someone to count us off.

You want the honors, McGee?

No, you go.

All right.

On your mark, get set, go!