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You sure
you're feeling okay?

You were coughing all night.

I'm fine.
It's probably nothing.

What time is
Stella's talent show?

7:00.

Any idea when she goes
on, or do I have to

sit and watch that Doyle kid
do backflips for 20 minutes?

Be nice.

I don't want you to get what I've got.
I'll see you tonight.

Morning, Paul.

911,
what's your emergency?

I need a doctor.

Westland Bank,
Fourteenth and Vermont.

What's happening?
Are you injured?

Do you record these calls?

Yes. What's your emergency?

Amanda.

Hey. It's me. Look,

something happened. I'm sick.

I want to let you know
how much I love you.

Paul, you all right?

Paul?

Paul? Paul, look at me!

Look at me. You all right?

Someone call a doctor!

Paul. Paul, look at me.

Paul! Paul, look at me.

Look at me. Relax. Relax, Paul.

What's going on?

Backup. Backup. Hey.

I said what's going on? Backup.

Folks, if I can
have your attention.

We have a situation that's gonna
require everyone to stay put.

I'm not staying.

Based on this man's symptoms,
we have reason to believe

whatever he has
may be contagious.

You're saying that we're, what, infected?
With that?

For your own safety you need to
remain in the building. Please!

Hold on! Nobody can leave.

I said let me out!

Nobody is leaving
this building.

We're under quarantine.

I should've let you
rough him up.

Listen.

I can't vouch for how Cooper

or the Bureau may react
to this,

but this... Tom.

You're doing the
right thing here, Liz.

No matter how this all
turns out, I'm gonna find Tom,

or whatever the hell
his name is,

and I'm gonna take him
apart piece by piece

until he tells me everything.

And I'll help you do just that.

But right now,

the only real way
out of this thing

is to go right through it.

You ready?

I first met the individual
who calls himself Tom Keen

on July 9th, 2010,
at a cafe in Georgetown.

I believe he was
inserted into my life

in an effort to locate
Raymond Reddington.

I believe he had
advance knowledge

that Reddington
would contact me.

How or why, I don't know.

No. That stays.

I also believe
that since making contact,

Tom Keen's dual purpose

has been data collection
and counter intel.

Did you tell your husband

you were working with
Raymond Reddington?

I did not. And if
we could refrain from

referring to him
as my "husband,"

I'd appreciate that.

And you have no idea as to his
whereabouts at this time?

No.

When Tom Keen realized I wasn't going
to share my work details with him,

he insisted on
surrendering himself to me

so that he could front door
infiltrate this facility

for further data collection.

You think that he wanted
to be discovered by you

in order that he
could be detained here?

Is that your belief?

It is. He wanted
inside this facility.

What have you learned about
any possible accomplices?

I know three.
Christopher Maly,

who claimed to be
his brother, Craig Keen.

Jolene Parker,
also known as Lucy Brooks.

Both are dead.

Maly committed suicide and I believe
Tom Keen murdered Jolene Parker.

The third is Gina Zanetakos.

I'm not sure
how she's connected,

but she's available for questioning
since she's serving a sentence

for conspiracy
and murder at Danbury.

No. Gina Zanetakos
escaped two weeks ago

when she was
on a work furlough.

Her whereabouts are unknown.

Why didn't you inform
the Bureau about Tom Keen

after uncovering
his initial deception?

I wanted to investigate him.

Why?

So I could see how deep
this rabbit hole would run.

You didn't wanna
help him to escape?

That's really
a stupid question.

Call Reddington,

tell him you lost the tail.

Do it now!

They lost the husband.

How bad is it?

Worse than I thought.

You know, I knew a guy once.

He had a spiderweb
all down his arm.

He had one ring for everybody
that he claimed credit for.

What's your name?

What's your name?

Jesse. Jesse.

You a killer, Jesse?

I sure hope you're a killer
because I don't think

you have a future
in surveillance.

I can help you, man.

Reddington, he trusts me.

Reddington doesn't
even know your name.

And I know for damn sure that he didn't
tell you anything about his business.

That's not true. I know a lot.

He gave you a photo,

he gave you some cash up front,

and he told you to follow me.

You don't know who I am.

But the man that you work for,

he's very careful.

He's cautious. He's controlled.
He's ruthless.

I know all that 'cause I
followed him for years.

But here's the thing.

The guy that I work for,
he's more cautious.

He's more controlled
and he's far more ruthless.

Maybe he's the guy that
I should be working for.

You don't choose Berlin.

He chooses you.

And he is coming.

Man. That really
is a nice tattoo.

What's this?

My letter of resignation.

Hello, Agent Keen.

As of today, I'm requesting
an immediate transfer

out of the task force.

Look, Agent Keen, the revelations
about your husband...

I trust you had
nothing to do with it.

I've made up my mind.

I have an urgent case.

He'll have to tell it
to someone else.

That's not going to work.

I trust you had nothing
to do with your husband.

The Bureau, not so much.

But they're willing to give
you the benefit of the doubt

precisely because they
know how valuable you are.

I'm only valuable because I am
willing to speak to Reddington.

And that is no longer the case.
Agent Keen...

He killed my father.

Reddington went into
my father's hospital room

when he was alive,

and when Reddington came
out, my father was dead.

I'd like to have
a word with Agent Keen.

Privately, please.

No.

No?

This case relates directly to
your husband and why he was here.

I have reason to believe
an attack is imminent.

Sir, Reddington should
tell you what he knows,

or you should detain
him here indefinitely.

There was a piece of evidence.

In your storage unit. Berlin.

Is that what this is about,
something in Berlin?

People are
going to die, Harold.

Those lives are on his hands.

I don't want
to seem dismissive,

and I promise I will
consider your request

and all of your grievances,

but if what he says is true...

Sir, please
accept my resignation.

Agent Keen, are you really
willing to put your anger at me

above the lives
of innocent people?

I'll do the case,

but when it's over,
I'm finished.

Understood? I'm done.

Earlier today, a man died at the
Westland Bank in Manhattan.

Reports indicate
the cause of death

may have been the Cullen virus.

Hazmat teams have
quarantined the bank.

The deceased has been identified
as a Paul Blankenship,

an armored truck driver.

They're working to identify
how he was infected.

Paul Blankenship
didn't pick up this bug

while wandering
through subtropical Africa.

I believe he was infected

as part of a larger plot involving
myself and this task force.

How does a man dying in a bank
have anything to do with you?

Threats on
my life are a constant.

I monitor them closely.

Two days ago, I received
word of a biological threat.

Does this connect
back to Berlin?

I suspect this incident at the
bank is not what it seems,

but rather the
first shot in a larger,

coordinated assault
aimed directly at me.

I don't think Paul Blankenship
was a victim of an outbreak.

I think he was a foot soldier
in a biological army.

I think he was meant to carry
out orders by a superior.

Someone who's willing to use

one of the world's most deadly
viruses to further their cause.

An outbreak of Cullen could
lead to a global pandemic.

The very threat of an
outbreak would cause panic.

Fear. And Fear is a valuable tool
to get people to do what you want.

Sounds like an elaborate
plan just to get to you.

Listen,
I can't connect all the dots

between the incident at the
bank and the eventual outcome,

but I sincerely doubt his
death was part of the plan.

A plan devised by
someone who doesn't care

how many people die
as long as I'm one of them.

Dr. Nina Buckner, CDC's
Epidemic Intelligence Service.

Good to see you again.
Thanks for taking the time.

We don't want to interfere
with your investigation.

No. Actually, you do. Especially
after what I'm about to show you.

We did a full work-up
on the victim.

He was infected
with what we call Cullen,

a virus strain so lethal

that two dozen of the
world's leading virologists

declared a moratorium
on all research.

It's too deadly to study?

All known cultures
are on lockdown.

The risk is too great.

The influenza pandemic in 1918
killed 50 million people.

If this strain went airborne,

it would wipe out that
number in the first month.

If it went airborne. So you're
saying you think it didn't?

Correct. We've checked
everyone in the bank.

Incredibly,
nobody else is infected.

It looks like this virus
was intentionally mutated

to contain itself in the original host.
It doesn't spread.

So you're saying that
somebody designed this virus.

Built it to target
the infected victim?

Yes. He was poisoned.

I think we may have
found the murder weapon.

This was in
Blankenship's jacket.

That's the virus?

We don't know yet. We're taking
it back for analysis now.

Why would somebody
send it to him?

Did he inject himself?

Well, that's your department.
But I'll say this,

there are not a lot of scientists proficient
enough to mutate a virus like this.

Anyone working with Cullen
is doing so in isolation,

illegally,
and for no good purpose.

You realize, if you leave,
the task force ends.

Everyone's lives go back to normal.
Except yours.

This doctor friend of yours,
tell me about him.

He was the
lead research scientist

on infectious diseases
at USAMRIID,

and the foremost expert
on the Cullen virus.

Was. Now he's a criminal.

No, the work he's done
has been criminalized,

which is why he left USAMRIID.

But if anybody knows anything about black
market viruses, it's Dr. Bruce Sanders.

This is a copy of
Tom's code-book.

It was used to pass information
between Tom and his superiors.

I had my associate,
Borakove, decode it.

There's surprisingly little about
myself and my organization,

but it contains
speculation about our cases

and a great deal about you.

I suggest you use some discretion
as to how you disclose any of it.

It's an olive branch, Lizzy.

Dembe, would you mind
trading seats with me?

I just heard back from the CDC.

The syringe found
on our victim,

well, it didn't
contain the virus.

It contained the cure.

You're looking at the antidote
to the world's deadliest virus.

Antidote?

I thought the CDC said
there was no known cure?

There wasn't. Until this.

I don't understand. If Blankenship
had the cure, then why is he dead?

Forensics pulled text messages
from Blankenship's cell.

"Your next treatment
is on its way."

"Do your job on the 30th
and treatments will continue."

Do your job. What job?

The 30th is tomorrow.

This isn't an outbreak,
it's extortion.

Blankenship was infected with a deadly
virus and blackmailed for the antidote.

Which he refused.

This guy chose to die
instead of following orders.

Why? Blackmailed for what?

To kill Reddington?

Still seems like
a bit of a reach.

Reddington was right
about one thing.

Whatever this organization
in Berlin is planning,

Blankenship was vital to it,

and with him gone, Berlin's
gonna need a replacement.

Mr. Klein, you are dying.

I have infected you
with the Cullen virus.

It is the single deadliest
pathogen in existence.

Within a matter of hours,
your temperature will spike,

rashes will spread, you will
experience blackouts, bleeding.

And within 24 hours,
you will be dead.

Medical science
has no known cure.

But I do.

In the syringe before you,
you'll find your first treatment

which will sustain you
for the next 24 hours.

Contact the police
or notify anyone,

including your family, and
there will not be another.

If you are still
alive in 24 hours,

you will receive
your second treatment

along with instructions
on how to proceed.

Dr. Sanders is incredibly
well-respected by everyone on staff.

I've never seen anyone quite
as dedicated to his work.

Please, Monique,
tell me he's not testing

his pincushion voodoo
on the patients.

He's still doing research?

Oh, yes. Mind you,
it's all over my head,

but virology is
Dr. Sanders' life work.

I'll check on you in a bit.

One of the brightest
men I've ever met.

Dr. Sanders.

I don't know if you
remember me, but...

Liechtenstein.

December, 2010. No. No!

January, 2011.

Remming... No! Reddington.

Raymond. Yes!

Raymond. Sit down, Raymond.

Sit. Please!

I met Dr. Sanders here
through a mutual friend

to discuss a very delicate and
underfunded research project.

As I recall,
the science was awesome,

but financially precarious.

We did, however,
spend a glorious weekend

in God's Country
with two snow bunnies

who were dead ringers
for the Swiss Miss Girl.

And we watched Space Ranger.

Yes. Space Ranger!
What a memory.

I heard you went through
a bit of a rough patch,

but it looks like you've
landed on your feet.

Never been better.

And you've relocated.

The staff isn't exactly what
you would call top drawer.

I have fired Monique twice,

and she still shows up for
work every day like clockwork.

I don't have the heart
to pull her security badge.

Dr. Sanders is at the
forefront of virology.

He's been working
tirelessly to find cures

to some of the world's
most deadly illnesses.

Few years back,

he injected himself
with meningitis

along with what he thought
was a synthesized cure.

Oops.

I'm fine, really.

Full recovery.

Doctor, we've come to you
on pressing business.

What can you tell us
about the Cullen virus?

Ohh. Spooky. Spooky stuff.

Bad news.

You've researched it?

It was recently
used as a weapon

to target a man
named Paul Blankenship.

He must be the first.

There will be more.

How do you know that?

Cullen is the instrument
of the apocalypse.

The five horsemen are coming.

And they will bring death
and destruction unlike any...

There are four horsemen...
There are five!

This I know.

How do you know?

The Space Agent.

The Space Agent.

UD-4126.

Is he still active?

Active and operational.

UD-4126 was never...

That wormy little bastard could
barely land the simulator

let alone carry out
an Alpha Level mission.

Chesterfield cleared him.

Two days later,
he came to me for research.

He wanted me to
look at some field tests.

Systematic observations.

Anything you can share?

I've got research on Cullen
if that's what you mean.

Activated carbon samples.

Absorption tests.

Whatever you've got.

I'd love our people at the lab
to give this the once over.

UD-4126 is way
out of line this time,

way out of line.

I'll say.

Space Agent UD-4126.

How stupid do you think I am?

Not the slightest. He's a
patient in a mental facility.

This little field trip had nothing
to do with trying to solve the case,

and everything to do with you
getting me alone in that plane.

So you could try
to change my mind.

Lizzy, someone's using a
unique and deadly pathogen...

You keep saying that. Who?

Who is this mysterious someone?

I don't know.

Have you ever had a selfless
moment in your entire life?

One where you weren't trying to
think of some angle you could play

or advantage you could gain?

My God. It's amazing.

If you expect me
to forgive you.

What are you doing?

Catching a cab to the airport.

I'm flying back on my own.

You understand if Agent
Keen walks the deal is off.

Reddington will no
longer have immunity.

I understand.

We will imprison him, suspend
habeas corpus indefinitely,

and Reddington will likely
never see sunlight again.

As for Agent Keen,
I can tell you right now

I've gone on record with the
Director stating that I believe

we've been overly
indulgent with her.

We still haven't fully
surmised the true nature

of her relationship
with Reddington,

and now her husband
is a fugitive?

If you're trying to impugn her
integrity, I can assure you

Agent Keen has been nothing but
an earnest and dedicated agent.

And I can assure you
that given the way

this task force is ending,

your future with the Bureau
is also in question.

About Reddington.

Talk to me about how
we're gonna bring him in.

What do you got?

What?

Is it true? Are you leaving?

Look, I'm sorry...

Liz. Don't be sorry.

We support whatever
decision you make.

Reddington sent over the research
notes from the doctor you met with.

The doctor we met with?

Sanders is a patient
in a mental institution.

Yeah, well,
according to Dr. Buckner

he's created
an antidote to Cullen.

Sanders is researching a lethal
virus from inside a psych ward?

That's not all.

In order to test these theories, he'd
have to synthesize the molecules,

find out how they
interact in vivo.

For that he'd need a lab.

You really believe he's working
with someone on the outside

who's testing his theories,
manufacturing an antidote?

If Sanders has a partner, he may be
the one who infected Blankenship.

You gotta go back to him. Find
out who Sanders is working with.

Bruce Sanders won't talk to me.

Of course he won't.

I need your help.

I thought you and I
weren't on speaking terms.

We're not.

How reminiscent
of elementary school.

What is this?

A gift from your husband.

It's a tattoo from the neck
of an associate of mine.

A message of sorts.

A reminder of the kind of
people we're dealing with.

About our trip
to see Dr. Sanders,

will you be traveling with me
or are you flying coach again?

Let's talk about
Space Agent UD-4126.

No can do.

Did he visit you here?

Don't remember. Did he
come to you for help?

You said she was trustworthy.
What are all these questions?

She's been cleared Alpha Level.

You want me to get
Chesterfield on the line?

I need answers.

Yes. He came to me for help.

He asked me to look
at some field work.

Who came to you for help?

UD-4126.

You have to give me
the scientist's name.

Who's doing the experiments?

I told you his name! UD-4126.

His name.
He doesn't know, Lizzy.

4126.
Bruce, lives are at stake.

That's all I know! UD-4126.

I need some way of
knowing who that is.

No! The horsemen!

I told you what I know.

It was a top secret mission.

That's all I know.

UD-4126. Monique! Monique!

What is it? What did you see?

I ran every badge
from every agency

that responded to the
incident at Westland Bank.

Homeland, FBI, FEMA and DCPD.

Why limit the search
to the bank?

Because that's where I saw it, a
badge with the "UD" classification.

Searching the preface "UD"
turned up nothing,

so I widened to HHS, ATSDR.

And I got a hit. The only department
that uses the preface "UD"

is the Center
for Disease Control.

Space Agent 4126 is...

Dr. Nikolaus Vogel.

He lives in Arlington.

FBI!

Clear!

Clear!

Basement! Upstairs!

Clear!

We need to have
a few words, Dr. Vogel.

Who are you
blackmailing and why?

I asked you a question.

Whatever the incident is, we know
it's scheduled to happen today.

Tell us what we need to know,

help us stop this,
we can help you.

There's nothing to say.
There's nothing you can do.

He's coming.

Who's coming?

You know what happens if you go
through with the resignation.

They'll take him.
Reddington disappears.

This task force,
this group never existed.

He'll never go to trial.
He won't be in jail.

He'll be shoved in a box and
interrogated the rest of his life.

And knowing Reddington,
that won't be long.

This isn't about my husband,

or even what Reddington
did to my father. This is...

All of it. It's too much.

I'm not strong enough.

You are. You've proven that.

Where do you want it to happen?

Anywhere he won't suspect.

Dembe. It's me. Is he there?

I need to see Reddington.

Tell me about the
people you've blackmailed.

Who are they?

You don't seem like
someone with enemies.

Oh, no, they're not.
They're not my enemies at all.

They're just...
Different people

from all walks of life.

I'm gonna need names.

You can't have them.

And it won't make
any difference anyway.

How are you gonna help them?

I'm the only one
that has what they want.

What they need.

Hey, kids.

So they're gonna
carry out my instructions

or die trying,

no matter what you do.

That's how blackmail works,
sweetheart.

I gotta hand it to you,

it's a pretty sharp play.

Infecting people
with a fatal virus

that only you have
the antidote for,

and then telling them
they can't have that antidote

unless they do
exactly as you ask.

Such a smart plan...

...that I borrowed it.

Now, I'm no doctor,

so I don't know how fast
this virus of yours

takes to set in,

but I know it will kill you...

Soon.

So you're gonna do what I say

and give me those five names.

'Cause that's how
blackmail works, sweetheart.

Let me know when
you're ready to talk.

What do you know about recent
criminal activity in Berlin?

Aussiedler?
How do you spell that?

What about the Tambov Gang?

Z-E-M-U-N.

Oh, my God.

It's all connected.
What is?

All of it. Everything.
The Blacklist.

We've been looking at it
all wrong.

We see these cases Reddington
gives us as individual,

as if they're disconnected.

But what if they're not random?

What if there's a larger
pattern to all of it?

Reddington got
a number from Wujing,

a code that he entered
into ViCAP

after helping us stop
General Ludd,

in order to identify
Lucy Brooks,

also known as Jolene Parker,

who he then tracked down

using the Alchemist's
client list.

They're connected.

Maybe not all, but some.

Gina Zanetakos. The Courier.

I believe they all trace back
to one entity.

In Berlin.

So Reddington's using us
to clear the table.

Wipe out the competition.

That's what I thought.

That's what
we're trained to think.

But that's not how he thinks.

Look at this like he would,
like a criminal.

Reddington said
he's bracing for a war,

and in a war you need allies.

Put yourself in his position.

It's not just the FBI
who's after him.

What if there's someone else?

Someone he can't stop alone.

What better way for a criminal
to turn the tables on someone

than to get the FBI
on his side?

Our resources
and our protection.

Not to expand his empire,

but simply to survive.

Why wouldn't he just
tell us who's after him?

Because he doesn't know.

Sanders said there was
an impending apocalypse.

And Vogel's words to us?

"He's coming."

Who is coming?

Berlin.

It's not a place.
It's a person.

And that person
is coming for Red.

Today.

Dr. Vogel talked.

Meet our blackmail victims.

An electrician,
a maintenance person,

a retired air traffic
controller

and an armored truck driver.

And they're connected, how?
Airports.

Edger Pivens is a retired
air traffic controller.

The others have contracts with
various airports in the area,

waste management, security
and power upgrades.

The driver of the
armored vehicle?

His company picks up payroll
from regional airports.

Paul Blankenship's replacement.

This last guy, Dimitri Federov?

Former pilot for Aeroflot.
The Russian airline.

That's five victims.

Five horsemen. That's
a great band name.

And Vogel told you
this is, what, an attack?

He's not sure. All he knows is

that it involves
some kind of prison transport.

This isn't an outbreak.
It's a jailbreak.

Notify the FAA
and alert tactical.

Put in a kite-runner
to CENTCOM.

Find that plane. Now.

Sir, the new information
about the cases,

how they're connected,

at the end of all of this,
Reddington is the target.

Someone's after him. I really
think my resignation...

It's too late, Agent Keen.

The Director has made
his decision. It's over.

Agent Keen!

Sir, I think I have something.

Look at this
from Vogel's computer.

Your target
is Langston Municipal Airport.

It's very simple. If you want to
survive, you will complete your task.

Another dose of the antidote will
arrive after this task is completed.

You will take your break
at exactly 2:55 p.m.

All we need are
your credentials.

Open the door
to the server room.

An associate will take it
from there.

Lizzy.

I need you to come with me.

Where? You need to
get in the car.

Why?

You need to get in the car now.

Lizzy, what have you done?

Once inside, you will disable
the security grid.

The system uses
a QuantumX storage processor.

Multipath IP distribution.

Circumvent the firewall
at exactly 3:00 p.m.

Move, move, move. Let's go,
let's go, let's go. Let's go.

Ahh!

Control, Squawk 4456.

4456,

you are clear to land
on Runway C.

Proceed to a flight ceiling
of 1-8-0-0.

Abort! Abort! Abort! Abort!

Runway has been
compromised.

Abort. Abort. Do not land.

They voided your agreement.

The deal. It's off.

You don't have immunity.

And you set this meeting
so they could take me.

We need to leave.

Lizzy, you're obviously here
now because you sense

this meeting was a mistake.
Is that true?

We don't have time for this.

This mistake. I'd like to
hear more about it.

Raymond, we have to go.

Not until I hear
from Agent Keen.

You should wait
in the vehicle, Dembe.

I'm sorry, Lizzy, please go on.

You were going to tell me
about your change of heart.

Tigercat 51,
you're cleared for takeoff.

Contact departure control
when airborne.

Roger. Tigercat 51
clear for takeoff.

699. Respond to redirection.

Your flight plan has been altered under
FAA Emergency Incursion Statues.

NORAD scrambled
a pair of fighter jets.

They're telling us
to set down in JFK.

No! No!

They have shoot to kill orders.

How long do we have?

Five, seven minutes, max.

Okay, put it down.

Down? Put it down!

Someplace soft.

How do you feel about
the East River?

Are you crazy?

There's no time.

We have to go.

What changed, Lizzy?

What are you...

Do you want to spend the rest of
your life in solitary confinement?

The full force of the FBI
is coming for you.

None of that matters.

You want me to tell you
you were right, don't you?

That's what this is about.

This is about Sam.

I'm not gonna give you that.

What did you learn about Sam?

I'm not going to forgive you
for killing my father.

So, this is where it ends.

I know about the cases.

How they're connected somehow.

Ressler, you need to see this.

Who the hell is this guy?

Give me the key!

I know about Berlin,
that he's a person.

That he's coming for you.

Red, the FBI is coming for you.

They're already here, Lizzy.

What are they gonna do to me
that hasn't been done before?

Kill me?

None of it is worse
than losing you.

Please excuse the gun.

I'd hate for them to think
we're in cahoots.

You don't always get
to have your way.

You don't get out of this.

Drop the weapon! Now!

There's no way you're out of here.
You're surrounded.

You should go.

If this is another
one of your games,

to try to trick me into
forgiving you for Sam...

Put the weapon down!

For what you've done...

You have ruined my life.

And I swear to God,
right now I want to kill you,

but there are answers I need.

And I can't get them
without you.

And I can't get them
without you.

So I guess we're
stuck with each other.

I was once on the
island of Ko Ri,

free diving in the Andaman Sea.

I fell terribly ill,

stung by a lionfish.

I was dehydrated,

in excruciating pain.

I had lost all sense
of time and place,

completely disoriented.

But I knew I was dying.

So I readied myself for it.

And in that moment,

at death's door, I looked up...

And standing over me
in the brightness

was this landless
Moken Sea Gypsy.

Just standing there. Smiling.

She and her tribe
nursed me back to health.

Good as new.

When I left the island,

she kissed me,

it was like a burst of
sunlight on my cheek.

It was...

It made nearly dying
well worth it.

That's how I feel now.

Tigercat 51,
you're clear to engage.

Roger.
Engaging the target.

Now it begins.