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Daddy, look!

The plane is flying so low.

That's not a real plane.

Where's my phone?

Have you seen it?

Nope. Haven't seen it.

I need to go.

Give me my phone.

I'm not finished with my movie yet.

Look at this thing.

It's heading right for us.

Is that one of those flying camera things?

♪ NCIS: LA 6x07 ♪ Leipei Original Air Date on November 10, 2014

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Another weak-hand shooting exercise?

What is that-- twice this week?

Three times.

The instructor is supposed to get a higher score than you.

That's why they call him the instructor.

That's not the point.

The point is it's a learned skill.

It's something you can get better at.

Uh-huh. So, why not get better?

And this has nothing to do with you wanting

to beat the instructor's score next time he comes?

Not at all.

You realize, of course,

he is a subject matter expert?

All he does is shoot with his left hand.

And never at a target that's actually gonna shoot back.

And the more I think about it,

who's to say he wasn't born left-handed, huh?

When's he coming back?

Three months?

Well, he'd better bring his lunch.

Impressive.

Thank you.

Sam wants to make a name for himself

in the highly competitive world

of weak-hand shooting.

Oh, yeah? I don't really endorse the term "weak-hand shooting."

'Cause I like to think of myself as a gunslinger born

in the Wild West, you know what I mean,

with a, a six-shooter in each hand.

My trusty steed between my legs,

riding through the sunset. What's up, Trigger?

And yet you have a nine-millimeter

in one hand and a dog with

anxiety issues in the other. What? "Anxiety issues"?

He's a bomb dog. He doesn't have anxiety issues.

Okay, so what would you call it? Stage fright?

I'd call it a sense of decorum. He likes to do

his business in private. He wants to deuce out

without you looking at him like...

You finished hijacking our conversation?

I wasn't hijacking any conversation. You were.

She started attacking Monty out of nowhere...

Good morning, friends.

I just wanted to wish you a happy...

Perfect timing. Oh, we caught a case?

See you in Ops? Sure.

Ha! She drives me so crazy.

You all right? What? No.

What's going on?

Monty likes to do business in private.

And she keeps wanting to label him with anxiety issues.

And I think that labels are, you know, dangerous.

Oh, totally.

Uh, back in junior high, there was this huge audition

for the school musical.

And it was-- I was clearly the frontrunner, right?

But the other guy was totally gunning for it, and he,

you know, he was... I'm so sorry.

I can't, I can't do it. What?

I got to go to Ops.

So, before the audition I killed my rival

and buried him under the stage.

Hey, you coming?

Yeah.

I need to go. This is Antonis Cosse.

He was killed today at a hotel in Long Beach.

Long Beach PD

collected video footage

from the victim's cell phone.

The victim's phone?

Yeah, the footage was shot by a witness.

Play it, Beale.

- Remote controlled drone. - Wow.

The killer gets points for originality.

Play it back in slow-motion, Eric.

Drone must've had a camera on it.

The pilot blew the charge

before Cosse could knock it down.

Whoever did it wanted to make sure

they hit the correct target.

So, who is this guy?

Why did we pull this case?

Because Antonis Cosse

wasn't his real name.

ATF was on-site

because of the explosives.

But when they ID'd the victim, they realized

his real name was Elias Minas.

Now, Minas, as it turns out, was a member

of the Greek terrorist organization

Polites tin Katapolemisi tis,

or PK.

Polites Katama who?

It's Greek

for Citizens Combat.

PK's the group

that had the RPG attack on the U.S. Embassy in Athens.

Yeah, and they have a lot of different ideologies.

But at the core, they're an anarchist group.

And their members are-are Greek.

Just thought I should add to the conversation.

Minas was a person of interest

for Homeland, which is why

they placed him on the no-fly list.

And yet, he made it from Greece to L.A.?

That's impressive.

Could've come by ship to Mexico and then muled up.

I checked his cell phone.

No GPS data on it.

Now, this guy was a high-ranking

PK member-- I want to know what he was

doing in L.A. and why he was killed.

Homeland is sending an agent familiar

with Minas to the boatshed. Hetty would like to meet

the two of you there.

Done. Got it.

Sierra Fisher took the cell phone footage.

Long Beach PD is holding her and what's left of the drone.

Go do what you do.

Um, Nell?

Um, what? You know.

Come on.

I know. I'm gonna.

#Like, when?

#Like, now.

If you two don't

cut out the Ewok routine I'm gonna send you home.

Nell is an expert in the field of radio controlled aircraft.

Expert, huh?

Well, more of a hobbyist really.

Modest much?

She's won two Ventura County titles

in aerobatics and is one of the finalists...

We get it, we get it.

Nell, grab your stuff, let's go.

Okay.

Go get 'em, tiger.

Let me get something straight,

Agent Rollins.

Homeland was working

with Greek authorities

to target Mr. Minas.

But yet

he was still able to gain entrance to the U.S.?

The Greeks alerted us that he was using a false passport

to board a plane to the U.S.

So, you just let him come?

We placed undercover air marshals on the flight

and took him into custody when he landed at JFK.

Minas had planned several

of PK's attacks.

He was a big get.

So, let me guess.

He gave up something on his Greek friends

so that his stay in America could be a little less prisony?

He told us everything he knew about PK.

Their leadership structure,

past attacks they were involved with

and what they had planned.

The Greeks arrested two

of PK's highest ranking members based on his Intel.

And for this,

you granted him witness protection.

Yes.

- You got to be kidding me. - Wait a minute.

You took a known terrorist on a no-fly list

and put him in witness protection?

Was he, at least, under surveillance?

I mean, did you have a team outside

the hotel when he was killed?

What is it, Agent Rollins?

Until we were informed this morning

that Minas had been killed,

we had no idea where he was.

He was placed in witness protection

and given the new name Antonis Cosse.

And then

three months ago, we lost him.

Leapfrogged through a couple of international flights and...

he vanished.

Nobody put his new name

on the watch list and the no-fly list.

The situation was remedied as soon as we found out.

Do you have any idea why he was in L.A.?

Or who killed him?

I don't know why he was here,

but he betrayed every member of PK.

If they knew he was here in L.A.,

they wouldn't hesitate one second

to go after him.

Long Beach PD has the witness.

They're gonna bring her over here.

Straight TNT would've blown up the whole drone.

This blast looks more directional.

Stable.

Bet it's gonna come back from the lab as Octol.

That makes sense, the charge would have been small.

Be an easy payload for a drone this size.

Yeah. What's the drone

telling you, Nell?

You don't walk into a hobby shop

and buy this sort of thing.

Three high-torque servos.

This thing is totally custom.

It would've looked beautiful in the air.

Hobbyist, huh?

Any idea where it took off from?

Not yet.

See, there's this HD camera attachment here

for the feed back to the pilot.

But I doubt there's any

onboard recording. I may, however.

be able to track the takeoff point

using the drone's 3G control system.

Great. Take it back to Ops.

Good job.

Ms. Fisher? Yes.

We're NCIS. Agent Callen, Agent Hanna.

You have someone coming to pick you up?

No.

Nobody knows I'm here.

I'm married.

And not to the guy that blew up.

Did you know

Antonis well? Tony?

I mean a little.

I met him at the gym.

He didn't talk much, didn't ask questions.

Just the strong, silent type.

You know anyone like that?

What'd you see this morning?

Uh, sir, I didn't see anything.

Just the explosion.

Do you guys think I could

get Tony's phone back?

There might be some photos on there I'd like to delete.

It was just a question.

You know, we've got a lot of reporters out front.

I mean, I'm sure they'd love to have

a chance to interview an eyewitness.

Yeah, I think that's good thinking.

Get her on the local news.

Shake the tree a little bit.

Maybe some other witnesses come forward.

Come on, guys. A little help?

You first.

Okay, look.

Tony went downstairs to grab a coffee.

When he came back, he was freaking out.

Said he needed to grab his stuff and go.

And that's when that crazy robo

killer flying bomb thing came at him.

The whole thing was...

It was awful.

That's everything I saw.

It's all I know. I promise.

We're gonna hold you.

If your story checks out,

you'll be released.

Thank you.

I just don't want anyone to find out I was here with Tony.

My husband's, like, totally paranoid

that I'm cheating on him.

Hmm.

Wonder why?

She was telling the truth.

Minas was down in the lobby getting coffee

right before the explosion.

Then he spotted someone in a silver Nissan

across the driveway and bolted.

Can you ID that driver?

I was able to find him

from a second security cam

and I ran him through facial rec.

His name is Frank Kouris.

He's a Greek national

that arrived here five months ago

on a legit passport.

He's also one of the people

that Minas turned on, ID'd as a PK member.

Why wasn't he picked up after Minas outed him?

FBI was searching for him,

but he was in the wind.

All right. Thanks, Eric.

Kouris was in L.A. before Minas was.

If Kouris wasn't sent here to kill Minas...

what did PK send him here to do?

I mean... you believe they put a known terrorist

in witness protection and just lost him?

Yeah, I do.

I've seen a lot of crazy stuff happen

when, uh... paperwork's involved.

What?

Nothing.

It's good for strength,

dexterity and endurance...

Perfect for weak-hand shooting drills.

What's your problem

with me wanting to get better at a skill

that could potentially save your life?

I don't have a problem with you getting better at anything.

I merely question your need to become proficient

at every new thing you hear about.

You're the same way. No, I'm not.

I am an expert at certain skills--

skills that pertain directly to this job.

So weak-hand shooting doesn't pertain to this job?

No, it does. 100%.

I get it, but this is just the latest stop

on the Sam Hanna World Tour of Skill Acquisition.

Everything I learn is valuable to me,

to the job and to my partner.

That strange breathing thing?

Ginástica Natural?

And me controlling my breathing

and heart rate doesn't benefit me in a gunfight?

The magic class.

It wasn't a magic class.

It was restraint removal in stressful situations.

You were handcuffed in a box underwater.

It was tactical training.

Okay, Houdini,

how are you gonna explain the bird thing, huh?

Falconry?

Let me guess, you took the class

because your plan is to deploy hawks

in our next hostage situation.

Nah, raptors are just cool.

Hey, guys.

Kaleidoscope just got a hit

on Kouris' silver Nissan.

It's parked outside a restaurant on Ventura.

And I was able to isolate

the cell signal used to control the drone.

I then triangulated the first ping

to a garage in Long Beach.

That's where it launched from.

All right, we'll pick up Kouris.

Send Kensi and Deeks down to Long Beach.

Got it. Yeah.

It's a pretty good place to launch a small drone.

Long Beach. The L-B-C.

Home of Snoop Dogg and the Queen Mary.

My kind of town.

Oh, no. Forget about that haunted ship.

Long Beach has the El Dorado Skate Park.

You know what that is?

That's 15,000 feet

of smooth concrete skateboarding bliss.

What is it with you and skateboarding?

What do you mean? I mean, I get the surfing thing,

the ocean, dolphins,

the Zen stuff, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"Zen stuff, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah"?

But kicking a board

down a dirty street dodging cars?

Not interesting.

All right. But you and I, skating a pool?

You know what I mean? The wind in your hair,

flowing through transitions?

You do that once, I guarantee you,

you are gonna be hooked.

Okay. I'll trust you.

I'll try it.

Why not?

Okay.

I mean, I feel like you're messing with me,

but I'll... I'll set it up.

How hard can it be?

I mean, you can do it.

Federal agents!

Clear!

Kens.

There's Kouris' car.

Well, maybe he's in there enjoying some moussaka.

Maybe he's meeting with some PK members.

He's trained.

You don't want a guy like that running.

Be best to box him in, take him in the restaurant.

Lot of civilians in there.

You remember that sushi spot in Thousand Oaks?

That'll work.

This time, we switch roles.

Ah.

Table for one?

Excuse me, I need to speak with your manager, please.

I am the manager. Oh, sir, pleasure to meet you.

I'm Steve Bishop.

I am with the County Health Inspector's Office.

Oh, we've already had our inspection.

We got an "A" rating. Yes.

I'm, uh, very well aware of that.

That's, uh, why I'm here today.

I'm afraid

there has been a small clerical error.

Clerical error?

You were given the wrong rating.

Oh, what... what happened?

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna need to put the new sign up,

with your, uh, revised grade.

What kind of rating are you giving us?

You received a "C."

Oh, oh... And we're gonna need

to have you close this down until everything is resolved.

Again, I-I-I'm very sorry.

A "C," "C"? Why a "C"?

We are always an "A."

The rating was given due to...

rodent infestation of the food preparation area,

insect infestation of the refrigerated area, mold

on and around... Whoa, whoa. Excuse me.

Did you just say there were rodents

and insects in the kitchen? Technically,

it was rodents in the kitchen, insects in the refrigerator.

No... What kind of rodents?

No rodents. Rats. I don't have

- a good thing with rats. - Did he say "rats"?

Look, were these rats near my food? Be straight with me.

Wait. Wait. Was it the brown ones or the white ones?

I really, uh, can't go

into specifics. Not the ones with the red eyes.

No, no, no.

No rodents, no rodents. Wait, wait.

Hey, red eyes ain't right. Don't leave. Don't leave. There's...

You see what you did?

Get out of here. What?

Now.

Take the busboy with you.

Come.

Frank Kouris.

Want to tell us what you're doing in L.A.?

The health inspectors in America, they speak like cops.

Federal agents.

Weapons out.

On the ground.

Gun.

I got these two. Go.

Get Kouris.

Federal agent!

Out of the way, out of the way.

You good?

I'm good.

What took you so long?

I mean, you just had the one guy,

right?

Not in the mood.

My two guys are cuffed to a table back there.

I also rounded up the busboy and the manager for questioning.

I got hit with a can of Turtle Wax.

You ever get hit with a can

of Turtle Wax?

I didn't think so.

I come to Los Angeles for a vacation.

I watch TMZ, and it looks like fun place.

You entered the U.S. five months ago

and you've been underground since.

That does not sound like much of a vacation to me.

Eh, that depend on your frame of reference.

A guy that betrayed your organization was blown up

while you were parked right outside.

Explain that.

No, I don't have to.

In America, that is called, uh, circumstantial evidence.

I also watch the Matlock.

That's a good point.

Besides, you didn't come here five months ago to kill Minas.

You were here before he even entered the country.

So I'm wondering,

what is PK planning?

And why'd they send you here? Nobody

send me anywhere.

Hey, my friend,

do you know where I can get a picture with Yanni?

Yanni. That's funny.

You and your two buddies aren't talking. I get it.

None of you have anything to lose.

Your nephew, on the other hand,

just got accepted into Stanford.

Impressive.

Kid like that has got a lot to lose.

Future's bright.

You're in this life already.

And you're going away for a long time.

Why do you want to make us drag your sister and your nephew into this?

You-you don't talk to my sister, okay?

She raised a good boy. You leave him be.

PK wanted you in L.A. for a reason

that had nothing to do with Minas.

But when they found out he was here,

you got the call to kill him.

What do you want to know?

How did you find Minas?

His weakness.

Okay, you want to track a man, you find his weakness.

Minas loved women.

Yeah, he always do.

My brothers, they find one of his girlfriend in Athens

and they... convince her to help us.

She knew he was in L.A.?

Yeah, the idiot, he tell her that he gonna fly her over

to see him in a few months, so...

I track him to an apartment

and then I follow him to that hotel where he hook up

with another girl there.

What apartment?

Some rat hole off of, um,

Washington.

Look, guys, that's all that happened, huh?

That's it. Yeah?

You left out the part where you blew him up.

Minas deserved to die.

He-He's a man who is loyal to the highest bidder.

We never expect that he gonna be greedy

or so stupid to betray us.

But, no, man, I did not kill him.

PK did not kill him.

Someone beat us to it.

That's all.

You almost sound convincing.

Ah, come on.

I would never use explosive.

If I going to kill him,

I going to do it with a knife, so I can see his eyes.

Hey, guys.

The body Kensi and Deeks found

at the location where the drone was launched was just ID'd

as the owner of the building.

We're gonna dig into his past,

see if we find any criminal ties.

All right, thanks, Nell.

No problem.

The owner could have been working with Minas.

Either that or it was a case

of "wrong place at the wrong time."

You buy what Kouris just told us?

Guy like that?

Nah, he couldn't help himself.

If he did Minas, he'd want us to know.

So, if PK didn't kill him,

who did?

I don't know.

But Kouris trailed Minas to that apartment on Washington.

That's a good place to start.

So, how was it out in the field with Callen and Sam?

Good.

Did you miss me?

Oh, every single solitary second.

Come on, no one knows those drones better than you.

I was happy to loan you out.

Loan me out?

Yeah, I own you now, didn't you get the memo?

Oh, yeah, I got it.

Got to tell you,

I've always been a little embarrassed

about those aerobatics titles.

I mean, they're kind of nerdy.

Even for me.

Oh, please. If that were me,

I'd have, like, a full-on championship belt made.

Like, a sash with, like, a crown and a scepter.

And, like, a ticker-tape...

Chauvenet.

Huh?

When Kouris said

that Minas would sell out for the highest bidder,

I decided to run a search though the database

of that, uh, Darknet site that we took offline,

Chauvenet. Mm-hmm.

There's a part of the site

where you can hire someone to commit crimes.

Minas had an encrypted account.

Hmm, nice work, Bealeski.

Yeah.

And get this--

he was paid $50,000 in Bitcoins.

Okay, the whole thing's encrypted,

but let me try to find out who paid him.

So, Minas had experience in plotting

successful terrorist attacks against the United States.

Yeah, pretty small fraternity of people who can claim that.

Exactly.

So, if he's offering his services to the highest bidder,

don't you think he could have earned

a little more than $50,000?

Hey, Deeks?

Yeah.

Didn't Nell say that the drone was made of carbon fiber?

Yes.

Well, I have bags of carbon fiber here,

soldering iron, epoxy.

They didn't just launch it from here,

drone was built here.

Something doesn't add up.

Eric and Nell couldn't find any criminal ties to the owner.

By all accounts, he's an upstanding citizen.

So, what is it that's so special about this place,

they had to break in and kill the owner just to gain access?

I mean, there's lots of empty garages around here.

Right, but the owner could have surprised them, or, uh...

maybe the killer's just sick.

Oh, that's for sure, but...

Wait a minute.

What? What do you got?

My buddy owns a custom car shop.

He says that you can form carbon fiber

into any shape, you just need an oven to cure it.

Okay.

That's great, but the drone was 20 inches long.

You wouldn't need an industrial oven this size.

Unless...

Put it down there.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

You'd need an oven that big...

...if you were making...

...a much larger drone.

The drone that killed Minas looked exactly like this,

except for it was smaller.

It's a scale model.

$50,000 is not a lot of money

to pay him to carry out a terrorist attack,

but it's pretty good money for a proof of concept.

And after he delivers the full-scale drone to the buyer,

then they just use the original proof of concept to kill him.

Close the loop.

Smart.

And all the evidence leads back to Minas.

Who just happens to also be the victim.

Question is-- who was he building it for?

15-foot drone made of carbon fiber?

Carry upwards of five pounds of explosives.

Maybe more, depending on the distance.

If it's loaded with five pounds of that same stuff

that blew up Minas, they're looking at a lot bigger target

and a lot more casualties.

Finding out who Minas was working for

is our best shot at finding the drone.

Here's the apartment where Kouris said he followed him to.

Excuse me, we're doing some painting in the neighborhood

and wanted to know if you wanted a free estimate.

He's headed out the back. Head him off.

Federal agent. Drop the gun.

Who was the guy Callen and Sam had to take down?

His name's Eric Swanson.

He's a member of a fringe group

called Live Free First.

And what's that?

It's a cult based out of Cleburne, Texas.

It's run by this guy, Rand Palmer.

Live Free First is declaring war

on the ones that control everything

from natural resources

to money.

In the past, countries like the great United States

controlled these things.

Charismatic fella. But today they're all

owned by corporations.

We're declaring war on these corporations.

Palmer has stated that he believes

the capitals of corporate greed are New York and Los Angeles.

Looks like we found out who Minas

was building the drone for.

Kensi and Deeks just sent over images of the

carbon fiber molds. And I put them in a modeling program.

Minas attended the University of Patras

studying aeronautics, which explains his

impressive work. Now, this drone

is most likely being operated on a 3G connection

just like the one that killed Minas.

Meaning that its range is virtually unlimited,

and it could go on as long as its fuel lasts.

We need to narrow the playing field and find this thing.

We're not gonna be able to get anything off the computers

inside the apartment.

They were smashed open and the hard drives

were doused with hydrochloric acid. Mm.

I got nothing. He's clean.

No phone.

They didn't have the finances or the connections

to hack into a military drone.

Hiring Minas to build their own was a pretty good option.

Live Free First didn't want any links between them and Minas.

So they pay him for proof of concept, but then they kill him

before they have to pony up for the real deal.

Minas had traitorous tendencies. He showed that.

Maybe they didn't trust him.

It's a pretty good bet.

I got one of these.

It's a hiking watch.

It's got an altimeter, compass.

Also tells you where you went.

GPS. Nice.

The town is full of viable targets for that drone.

Big events today at Staples Center, Dodger Stadium and UCLA.

Not to mention malls, studios, tourist spots.

It's a target-rich environment for Live Free First

to start their war on corporations.

I hate those things. What-- cults or corporations?

Both. Well, cults more.

These guys went to a lot

of trouble to hire Minas to build that drone.

And now we're closing in on them.

So, what would you do

if you were Palmer?

I would get that drone in the air as soon as possible.

Kensi, you ready?

Yes, I downloaded the app for the watch.

Here we go-- here's the GPS data from this morning.

Swanson was at the Long Beach garage, same time

as the explosion at the hotel.

Probably piloting the drone that killed Minas.

Where did Swanson go after the explosion?

That's the trail going to the apartment where we found him.

Let's look at the old routes from the past week.

Zoom in to the area near Long Beach.

He went to that place

a few times in the last week. Looks like an

open space-- a field, maybe. Let me check it out. Hang on.

City's building a recycling plant there.

He's doing a recon. Perfect place to launch a drone.

I'll alert the FAA and Homeland.

Let's move.

Sitrep, Owen.

I assume you're not referring to the drone.

There is no sign that anyone on this team

is leaking your planted information.

But we're still no closer to finding our mole.

There they are.

Boss, we got company.

I need more time. Take care of 'em.

That's Palmer in the van!

Drone's gaining speed!

It's taking off!

Pilot's in the van.

The drone is headed west.

It's not banking towards downtown or Hollywood.

They're going after

the South Shore Oil Refinery.

It's about as corporate as you can get.

Alert the refinery and get L.A. Fire rolling now.

Copy.

There's not gonna be anything they can do.

The refinery doesn't have systems

in place to stop a drone attack.

That's why it's not gonna get there.

Guys, if one of the refinery's gas tanks blows up,

it'll most likely set off a chain reaction.

How many kilotons are we looking at?

Close to three kilotons

in a highly populated community.

Okay, in Texas City in 1947, there was a 2.7

kiloton explosion of ammonium nitrate and oil.

The blast leveled 1,000 buildings

and killed over 500 people.

Gun!

We're coming up right behind you.

Nice shot, Deeks. Kensi, you guys good?

Yeah, we're all good.

But I think the axle's busted.

Look out!

We can take them here.

Go! Get Palmer! Get Palmer!

Federal agent!

Federal agent!

Turn around slowly!

You're already too late.

Drone's on its approach.

Let's burn in hell.

Palmer is down.

I got the drone's controller.

Callen, the drone's over

Seaside, headed for the refinery.

You can't bring it down over that area.

Too many civilians.

We could land it here at this construction site.

There's plenty of empty land.

Can you control it?

I need some help here, Nell.

Okay, tell me exactly

what you see on the tablet's screen.

Nothing. The screen is dead.

Okay, press your thumbs down

on the lower right and left-hand corners of the screen

at the same time.

These are your control sticks.

We need to see if this tablet is still operable.

Okay.

As soon as you do that, autopilot is disengaged,

and you will be in complete control of the drone.

All right, copy that. Doing it now.

We're losing altitude. Drone's dropping fast.

Talk to me, Nell.

All right, tilt the screen towards you.

Slowly.

Good news is you just leveled out.

Bad news is I'm flying blind?

Yup. The screen's dead, but the tablet is still alive.

The gyro is still controlling the altitude.

All right, how do I turn this thing?

Apply pressure to the left thumb control.

Now, slowly bank it to the right.

You're doing great. It's turning.

Hold that line, Callen.

It's heading back towards

the construction site.

Dump it in the northeast corner of the lot.

I have eyes on the drone.

I've lost control.

The gyro's not responding.

Drone's heading towards the dock!

The drone went offline.

Callen, we need to reconnect it.

Press down on both thumb keys

at the same time.

Now try the upper left-hand corner.

Okay, I'm back online.

It's heading towards me, but I...

I'm not controlling it.

The homing function was engaged when the tablet

went back online.

It's coming for the tablet.

Blast radius?

100 feet.

Callen?

Callen, do you copy?!

I'm good.

All I'm saying is,

you had all those acres of open land,

and you had to bring that thing down right next to all of us.

It was full of explosives and I was flying it blind.

Let's take the "it's gonna

blow the whole world u"" thing out of the equation.

Flying that drone was pretty cool, right?

Don't.

Don't what?

Don't go out and buy one of those things.

Nah, that's not my thing.

I was just curious how you felt about it, that's all.

It was pretty cool.

That's what I thought. Mm-hmm.

So, I went searching online.

We should get a drone of our own.

Go in 50-50.

A drone of our own?

I hate robots, any kind of robot.

Why do you think

I returned that-that Roomba thing you gave me?

So, you don't want to join a drone club, maybe enter

a competition, have a little high-altitude family photo time?

How do you know you weren't meant

to fly one of these things?

Don't fight your destiny, G.

Don't fight it!

Granger said

you wanted to see me?

I do. Let's sit.

Okay.

It's been a long day.

Take a load off, Ms. Jones.

All right.

What you did today...

what you've consistently been contributing,

has not gone... unnoticed.

Oh.

Well, I was just trying to help the team.

Is this whiskey?

Pappy Van Winkle.

Oh, boy.

Wow.

I didn't think I liked whiskey.

For four generations,

the Van Winkles of Kentucky have been making whiskey.

But not like anyone else,

they use wheat instead of rye.

Well, thank you for sharing it with me.

I'm sure you're aware

that a multitude of

potential undercover agents have come under my command

over the years.

Yes, ma'am.

Most of them viewed

their predecessors as road maps.

They read their résumés as recipes to be followed.

But you've never

made an effort to do that.

No. No, I haven't.

But you still want to do covert work?

Be an undercover agent?

Yes. More than anything, I do.

But you don't want to get there

doing it as it's been done?

I don't know if I can.

So, you'd risk

not attaining the goal you hold most dear,

because you feel

compelled to follow your own path?

I'm not big

or overwhelmingly athletic.

I'm not an amazing sniper.

To be honest with you, Hetty,

going in undercover scares me.

I'm never going to be like

the others, and I know that.

I can't do the things that they do in the way that they do them,

because...

...I have to do them my way,

even if that means

never making it.

Amazing what happened...

when the Van Winkles made whiskey... their way.

Hmm.

Drink up... Ms. Jones.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, there's my partner.

Nice flying, Nell.

You did the hard part.

Way to go, sister.

Thanks, lady.

Wait a second, is that...? Am I seeing libations here?

My treat

for my team.

Good job.

There's, uh,

some Maker's in my cabinet.

Maker's, huh?

== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man

It's not Pappy, but it'll do.

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