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Target not acquired, taking fire.

Near miss. Taking fire. Reload.

Dude, you so suck!
- This machine sucks! It's impossible!

You're hit. Game over.

Insert 50 cents to continue.

No way.
You still owe me $3 for the tacos.

Screw it. You know what?

The damn thing's rigged
to make you lose anyway.

Kill shot! Kill shot!

Target destroyed! Kill shot!

Kill shot! Kill shot!
Bonus level! Kill shot!

Kill shot! Kill shot!

Kill shot! Kill shot!

High score.

Mission accomplished.

You are the new high scorer.

So, you're telling me if we sign up now,
you can guarantee us we go to Hawaii?

Let's just say,
you sign an open contract,

I will bust my ass
to get you any duty station you want.

Hawaii, Italy,

Spain...

Iraq?

I ain't gonna lie to you, boys.
Iraq might be a problem.

What with boot camp, SOI,
follow-on schools.

We're talking
over a year and a half of training.

Iraq will pretty much be over
by the time you boys graduate.

Sorry.

You were talking
about wanting to go there, right?

Yeah.
- Yeah, sure.

Truth is most Marines
don't see combat.

I mean, look at me.
Been in the corps 16 years.

Closest I've ever come to a bullet is...

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All right.

So what happened next?

If it's any consolation, Gibbs,

Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez's death
was almost instantaneous.

CO's on the way down here, Duck.
Can we move him yet?

We can't place him
on the gurney until we take pictures,

and Gerald has the camera
and he's nowhere to be found.

Can we hurry it up?

I don't think Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez
would appreciate being seen like this.

You knew the man?
- No.

But if it's any consolation, Gunny,
Gibbs is the absolute best we got.

My assistant, on the other hand...

Excuse me.
But that's the problem today, isn't it?

Yeah, the technological advances
of the so-called Internet generation,

with their MP3 players,
their iPods and video games.

Spinning themselves
into a self-induced state

of Attention Deficit Disorder.

They're barely absorbing
one cluster of information,

before the next one strikes their fancy.

DiNozzo, where's my bullet?

Hopefully in this box
or the wall behind it.

Got your knife on you, boss?

Rule number nine,
never go anywhere without a knife.

Never go anywhere without a knife.

You sure about that?

I thought nine was never ask a girl
her weight on a first date.

Well, that depends entirely on
if you want a second one or not, Tony.

What do you got, Kate?

Well, the kids can't tell us much

except for where Alvarez was sitting
when he was popped.

Several people
reported hearing a gunshot

around 1300, but no eyewitnesses.

I bet you had no problem getting dates
wearing one of these, Gibbs.

Dating was not exactly my problem
in the corps, DiNozzo.

What'd the LEO say?
- It might be gang-related.

Alvarez had a couple run-ins
with the locals.

Last month they threw a cinder block
through the window here.

Well, if it was gangbangers,
they're packing serious heat.

It went straight through the sheetrock

into what looks like
some kind of toy warehouse?

Give me my knife back.

You two better get moving.

Don't come back without my bullet.

You think he'd let me
borrow his uniform for a weekend?

I don't know.
I just hope I'm there when you ask him.

Where on earth did he put the gurney?

I swear, if he's lost inside
that MP3 again...

I got the rest of those photos
that you asked for.

And Gibbs said that he wanted
Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez out quick,

so I staged the gurney near his body.

Did you ever play with one of these
as a kid?

Do I look like the doll type, Tony?

Well, maybe if you smiled more
and did something with your hair.

Can I help you?
- Oh, yes.

We're with NCIS.
- It stands for...

Naval Criminal Investigative Service,
yeah.

Yeah, I'm Carl. AWM.

Assistant Warehouse Manager.
- You've heard of us.

I watch Forensic Files on Court TV.

They profiled a case
your department did a few years ago.

Really?
- Yeah. You guys couldn't solve it.

So they brought in the FBI
and those guys...

I don't have cable, Carl.

We're here on official business.

Oh, about the murder next door?

Not that we know it's a murder yet,
but from all preliminary indications

it appears that it's probably...

Bullet went through the common wall
into your warehouse.

We need to forensically
trace its trajectory.

Not a problem.

You gonna use the laser pointer,
or the more outdated string technique?

Yes? Y-

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

Five months in Iraq,
I didn't lose a single man.

What can you tell me
about the Gunnery Sergeant?

Well, he was a legend.

A career recruiter
who never missed a quota.

Any ideas?

We've had some trouble with gangs
in the neighbourhood.

Vandalism, mostly.

They don't like it
when the kids around here

choose a career
over hanging out on street corners.

What about complaints
filed from the kids he did recruit?

We had a few.
- I'll need to see those.

Not a problem.
- The real ones, Major.

The ones that tend to surface
when you don't make your quota.

Hell, if it helps you find his killer,

I'll give you his whole damn
filing cabinet, Agent Gibbs.

All right.

Where the hell is the bullet?
It's like it just disappeared.

I'm gonna need you
on your knees over here, Kate.

It's time to get dirty.
- What?

We have to sweep the floor for marks.
It may have lost velocity and dropped.

Right. I knew that.

That's not how they do it on CSI.

You really need
to get off that couch more, Carl.

Was there a pallet or a display,
like, right around here,

say, 1:00 this afternoon?

Carl!

Yeah. It went out about an hour ago.

It was a load of dolls
heading for Richmond.

Can you contact the driver?

Sure.

Good, 'cause we got a new address
for drop off.

A little present for you.

Okay, what is it?

Seven years' worth
of Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez's

personal and professional
correspondence.

It's sorted by category.

Which are?
- Gonna leave that part of it up to you.

Oh, come on, Gibbs.
At least tell me what I'm looking for?

Same thing we're all looking for, Kate.
A murderer.

Why didn't I take the damn dolls?

Is there a reason
you pulled all their heads off, Abby?

It's so we know
that we've checked them.

Yeah, but the one with the round in it
was sitting practically on top.

You emptied the entire box.

Well, it was kind of fun.

And they're naked.

I am about to perform my first autopsy.

Gerald. To Abby, please.

Does Ducky know you do that?
- Hey, Gibbs.

I was just about to run this
through the ballistics lab.

Good, because when you're done,

I want to see that mock-up
of the trajectory on the computer.

And I'm gone.

Why are all these dolls naked?
- Don't look at me, boss.

Must be a Goth thing.

It definitely wasn't a pistol, Gibbs.

7.62 millimetres.
- A rifle.

The problem is I can't tell which kind.

Hopefully I can look it up on the plates.

Then why don't you start
with what it's not, Abby?

Well, I know it's not an AK-47.

There's lots of those
floating around D.C.

The grooving's all wrong.

Without knowing
the exact make of the rifle,

I'm going on guess work,

but I think it explains
why there's no eyewitnesses.

Where they experience
maximum penetration power.

It has to do with the ammo load,
the length of the barrel,

and the rifling.

We know our round
went through a Marine,

ricocheted off an office chair,
through a box, a sheetrock wall,

and ended up in our doll's head.

There's no way that shot
came from just outside the window

or even across the street.

The shooter was long-range.
Really long-range.

Our shooter's a sniper.

Relax your hand,

or you're never going
to get it in your mouth.

I'm trying,
but this thing's too damn slippery.

You're never going
to impress a girl that way.

Oh, whatever.

Just promise me the next time
we decide to do this, Kate,

make sure that they

don't forget the forks.

No one likes a show off.

Screw this. Got any soup?

That had better not be mine, DiNozzo.
- Gibbs ordered soup?

Great.

If it's any consolation it's not very good.

Whose chow mein?
- Tony's.

Good.

So, anything interesting
in Alvarez's complaint file?

Well, it seems he had a gift
for exaggerating

the opportunities available
in the Marine Corps.

You'll like this one, boss.

One guy wanted to be a paramedic,

so Alvarez guaranteed him
the corps would train him to save lives.

What's wrong with that?

The Marine Corps
doesn't have medical personnel.

They're all Navy.
- Technically, he is correct.

I mean, Marines do save lives,

mostly through the use
of superior firepower.

Well, that's pretty much his M.O.
The bait and switch.

This kid wanted to be a pilot.

Alvarez told him that he'd be sitting
in a cockpit by his second year.

Plane mechanic?
- Close. Ejection seat technician.

Any of them contain threats?
- No. Not yet at least.

You know, come to think of it, you never
told us why you enlisted, boss.

That's because it's personal.

Gibbs.

You think his recruiter
told him a fast one?

I doubt it.
- Why?

Can you imagine someone
lying to Gibbs and getting away with it?

Yep.

That's our authorisation for the building
Abby thinks the sniper fired from.

DiNozzo, you're with me.

What about me?
- Nope.

You need to see if there's a murderer
hiding in that stack of files.

Good luck.

Alone, eating Chinese food again.

What a refreshing change, Kate.

Well, it's a nice neighbourhood.

A couple of coats of paint,

maybe a bulldozer.

You're looking at the reason
Alvarez made quota every month.

Actually, I think I'm looking at vomit.

He was trying to give these kids
a real chance to get out of here.

The problem is,

some of them were too young
or ignorant to realise it.

Maybe, but you gotta admit
he had a unique approach.

You got a key?
- Right here.

The thing is stuck.

Give me a try.

Hey, DiNozzo,
kind of reminds me of your apartment.

Except for that minty-fresh urine smell.

For your information, I have a maid now.

You can afford a maid?

It's amazing what you can do when
you don't have to pay three alimonies.

Oh, this doesn't make any sense.

Sure this is the wall
facing the recruiting station?

Yeah. Northeast.

Abby's trajectory's gotta be wrong.

How could a guy fire from here?
There isn't even a window.

I don't know.

That's what we're gonna find out.
Let's get busy.

"Minty-fresh urine smell".

Well, I don't know what we got,
but I'm done.

Gibbs?
- DiNozzo!

Hey, you got your knife?
- Rule number nine,

never go anywhere...
- Yeah, yeah. Just testing you.

Seeing if you were paying attention.

What exactly are we looking for here?

This right here.

Okay.

Let's bag it.

Oh, boy, we got a major problem.
- What do you see?

A shooter who is highly intelligent
and methodical.

Out of a thousand bricks in this wall,

he only removed the one he needed.

Did you have fun last night?
- Oh, yeah.

Got in around 4:00 a.m.
and filed evidence for another hour.

Really? Was Gibbs with you?
- Oh, God!

Thanks for reminding me.
I'd better call and make sure he's up.

Hey. You're late.
- And a good morning to you, sir.

Kate, you get those files sorted?

Looks like we might
have had our Gunny figured wrong.

These aren't complaints.

They're letters thanking him.

He kept in touch with a lot of his recruits
even after graduation.

The middle ones
are mostly bitching and moaning

along the lines of last night.

And these are the two that stood out.

This one sounded the most promising.

I'll say.

This guy is threatening
to cut off Alvarez's head, and then...

Yeah. He's dead.
Six months ago in Iraq.

This one is our best bet.

Sergeant Aaron Barnes.

He claims that Alvarez told him
that if he signed up for a six-year hitch,

he'd qualify for the Marine Enlisted
Commissioning Programme.

Listen, son.
You want to be an officer someday,

you've got to show the Marine Corps
that you're committed.

Between you and me, nothing
shows commitment like a six-year hitch.

Hell, I can even see myself
saluting you some day.

Turns out Barnes' high school GPA

wasn't high enough
to qualify for MECEP,

and when he found that out,
he wanted to break his contract.

That's not gonna happen.

Yeah, and when that got shot down,
he fired off a personal letter to Alvarez

promising to look the Gunny up again
when his contract was up.

That's not exactly a death threat.

Well, his contracfs up this year.
But here's the kicker.

Two years ago
he was selected for sniper school

and he was so good that they
brought him back as an instructor.

He's there now.

Let's roll.

Did you have
any of that shrimp last night?

How could I?
You shoved them all in your mouth.

Consider yourself lucky.

Adjust your mil scale!

You're shooting up-slope
with a variable 10-knot wind!

Close doesn't count
in combat, Corporal.

Even a half-inch off your mark,

your target gets the opportunity
to live and return the favour.

Yes, sir!

Sergeant Barnes?

Stand by, gentlemen.

Yes, Sergeant.

What can I do for you, sir?

We want to talk to you about
Gunnery Sergeant Freddy Alvarez.

I guess he couldn't
get away with it forever.

What?

Promising things
he knew he could never deliver on, sir.

The thing is, we're not here
to talk about his recruiting methods.

He was killed yesterday.
- Shot by a sniper.

How many people can make that shot?

600 metres, through glass. Down angle.

You think it's me.

I can't believe he kept this letter.

You've got to believe me, sir.

It's not what you think.
- It never is.

Where were you, Sergeant,
yesterday, between noon and 1400?

Individual PT, sir.

I ran the loop around Lunga Reservoir.

Can anyone corroborate that?
- Corporal Stenson.

We work out together
every Wednesday.

Where's the corporal now?
- Running a Land Nav class in the field.

I can have him call you
when he gets back.

I've got a better idea.

Why don't you give me
his grid coordinate

and a map?

You sure you know where you're going?

I used to do this for a living.

They had maps back then?

Number one rule if you're lost,

you're gonna find a mountain
and shoot a back azimuth off it.

Yes, Corporal.
- Corporal Stenson?

You two work out the next azimuth.

I'll be up with you in a minute.
- Yes, Corporal.

Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS.

What's up, sir?

You and your people
working on some Land Nav?

Among other things.

Did you PT with Sergeant Barnes
yesterday afternoon?

Yes, sir, every Wednesday
between noon and 1400.

What'd you do?
- We...

We were running
the obstacle course, ma'am.

Here it is, okay?

Gunny Alvarez lied to me.

It pissed me off
so I wrote him that stupid letter.

But joining the Marine Corps

is the best thing
that ever happened to me.

It's 68 degrees in here, Sergeant.

You hot?

Or do you always sweat this much?

I am not a murderer, sir.

You'll excuse me
if I don't take your word for it.

My contract was up
the end of this year, sir.

Why would I re-enlist
for another six years

if I hated the Marine Corps?

Maybe you just enjoy being a sniper.

Get a thrill out of the fact

that your target
is totally unaware of your presence.

Their lives in your hands.

You choosing the exact moment
you plan to end it.

Do you think that Alvarez

felt those crosshairs
lining up on his chest?

I didn't shoot him, sir.

Next time drive a little faster, Tony.

I think my glands
still have an ounce of adrenaline left.

Responsible crime scene investigation
demands a timely arrival, Kate.

Yeah, well, it would help if
the investigators didn't puke all over it.

It brings back memories.

Memories of what?
- Marriage.

A second Marine recruiter was killed
while Sergeant Barnes was in custody.

Why are we still holding him?

Not telling the truth.
I just don't know about what.

Well, he could have a partner.
Snipers like to use spotters.

Why don't we see if these two shootings
are even connected?

Boss, are you expecting company?

The victim was a Marine.

That puts it in our jurisdiction
Agent Kramer.

Maybe, but the second shooting
is in Maryland

which puts it across state lines
and in ours.

According to who?
- The director of the FBI.

Oh, is he here somewhere?

Look, if you pull your people back,

I promise you'll get copies
of everything we find.

And if I don't?
- Well, I wouldn't worry about that.

You'll be receiving a call
from your director any minute now.

And one more thing, Agent Gibbs,
Fornell warned me about you.

Do not try and remove the body.

You're not still using laser.

They're still using laser.

Maybe they didn't get the memo.

You didn't get the memo, did you?

DOJ memorandum. 12 August.

Ballistic laser calibration devices?
The health warning?

May lead to impotence?

Maybe he doesn't have to worry
about that any more.

We can get the trajectory, no problem.

Competition's gonna be for the bullet.

I don't think the unfortunate
Staff Sergeant Allen

is going to be of much use there.

The bullet passed clean through.

Then I suggest we help
our good friends, the FBI, find it.

Tony, make a hole.
- Scalpel.

Kate, find the bullet.

I know you find the departmental
turf wars as tedious as I do.

Well, people of serious intent

should never allow the frivolous
to deter them

from the pursuit of justice, should they?

Don't you think?

I've got the secondary bullet hole, boss!

All right, we'll take it from here.

Oh, no. I'll wait for my boss.

He's the good-looking guy
with all his hair.

Tony, I'll handle this.

What, you still haven't heard
from your director yet?

No, and until we do,

that bullet in the wall behind us
belongs to NCIS.

Well, from where I'm standing,
you're a little outnumbered.

Well, from where I'm standing,
I'm not real worried about it.

All right, listen, Gibbs,
I don't have time for this bull!

Will somebody please get me
the damn NCIS director on the phone?

Well, that may be a bit of a problem
since Thursday is his golf day.

Listen, I am not
fooling around any more, Gibbs.

I'm not either.
The man has a mean handicap.

Yeah. Gibbs.

Kate's got the bullet, boss.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

It won't happen again, sir.

Looks like you win this one.

Don't get used to it.

Don't take it personally, Gibbs.
We all have our orders.

Listen, when you see Fornell,

you say hi for me.

My pleasure.
You have a nice day now.

Hathcock.

Who's Hathcock?

Carlos Hathcock.
A Marine sniper legend.

Thirty-nine confirmed kills in Vietnam.

What's that got to do
with the pigeon feather?

It's not a pigeon feather.

Look. Shaft's too small

Okay. That white bird feather.

VC nicknamed Hathcock
after the small white feather

he kept in the band of his hat.

History Channel?
- His biography.

You read his biography?

I watched his biography
on the Biography Channel.

So, you think it's somehow connected
to the shooter?

Don't know.

If we find another one of these
that matches it

in Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez's office.

We'll strip search the roaches, boss.

You realise what this means,
if it is some kind of a calling card?

Yeah.

It means he likes to meet the recruiter
before he kills him.

The second bullet's
in way better shape than the first.

Some of the rifling patterns
are matching up

like the Glam Slam Techno Twins.

Oh, sorry! Wrong generation.

Think the Andrews Sisters.

Going back a little far there, actually.

So I don't have enough to be
100% certain that it's the same gun,

but I am 100% sure it's the same model.

Did you backtrack
the shooter's location yet?

Looks like our shooter might be mobile.

Following the trajectory in reverse,

there isn't a building or a structure

that makes any sense
as a shooting position.

There's only road.

The shooter fired from a car?

Or a truck, or a van.

What's up?

This whole sensitivity-to-women-
in-the-workplace thing backfired.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the way
we divide our tasks.

I always get the floor. Up close
and personal, floors are scummy.

It's no big deal, Tony.
I would have done it.

But you didn't.
- Floors are scummy.

My point exactly.

You would never volunteer
to take the floor.

I would have to suggest it.

And then I would be met by
lots of comments

about my chauvinism and insensitivity.

I don't need a floor for that.

Cute, but my point is
in order for me to be p.c.

I gotta take the floor.

You want me to take the floor?
- You're just saying that to humour me.

No, you have a point.

And if it bothers you that much,
I'll take the floor. I insist.

Thanks.

No problem.

I've been here for three hours

without anybody telling me
what's going on.

You'll be here another three hours
if that's what it takes.

Takes for what, sir?

You said you weren't charging me.
- Not yet.

What did Corporal Stenson say
when you found him?

That you two were PTing yesterday.

And that's exactly what I told you, sir.

Yeah, you did, Sergeant.

Running the Lunga Reservoir loop
between noon and 1400.

A long route, about nine miles.

Yes, sir.

So how come Corporal Stenson
doesn't remember making it?

You don't have an alibi, Sergeant.

Whether you're the shooter or not,

you lied during a criminal investigation.

Hey, let's discuss those charges.

Rachel Hauser.

What was that?

Rachel Hauser, sir.

When and where?

Noon to 1400.

Motel. Just outside the main gate.

Does Rachel Hauser
have a phone number?

Sir, my wife.

She doesn't know.

I'm just checking an alibi, Sergeant.

The rest is between you and her.

Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez
must have recruited the cleaning crew,

because they obviously
haven't been here in a while.

Maybe it blew away
after the first time we swept.

A feather's light.

A slight breeze could have taken it
across the room.

Nah, it'd have to be
a pretty strong breeze.

There's no cross-ventilation in here.

Ventilation.

Are we still thinking
this guy is in the military?

Something tells me you don't believe it.

It's the profile.

This feather is our shooter's
calling card. It's like a signature.

But a white feather for all we know

could mean he has
a Forrest Gump fixation.

Well, it doesn't matter if other people
know what the feather means.

He knows.

I just think this guy's living
in a fantasy world,

and I can't picture him functioning

in some highly organised
military environment.

So you think he's ex-military,
like the Beltway sniper?

Possibly. But why target
only Marine recruiters?

Because they turned him down.

This guy isn't military. He's a wannabe.

Now that fits the profile.

How many people
do the Marines turn down every year?

Thousands.

And by the time we get
a chance to check them out,

this guy's gonna shoot again.

If he continues this pattern,
we have less than 24 hours.

Then maybe it's time
we got more proactive.

And our heartfelt prayers and wishes

go out to the families
of Gunnery Sergeant Alvarez,

and Staff Sergeant Allen.

We are continuing
to work with law enforcement

to bring the person
or persons responsible to justice.

Will the Marine Corps
suspend recruiting?

Never.

Marines don't run from danger.

This recruitment office
will reopen tomorrow morning,

manned by one of our finest,
Gunnery Sergeant Thomas.

How do you feel about being selected
for this assignment, Gunnery Sergeant?

I wasn't selected, sir.

I volunteered.

Welcome to the Marines, Kate.

Kate's gonna be your CO?
- That's the plan.

I didn't realise Kate knew so much
about being a Marine.

Kate doesn't know squat
about being in the Marines.

She doesn't have to.

I won't be interacting
with the recruits, Tony.

I'll just be there to focus
on how they interact with Gibbs.

One of them might be our sniper.

You're not the only one around here
who knows how to profile.

Maybe.

But with that haircut,
you wouldn't pass for an ROTC student.

The vest is gonna hardly even show
underneath this. Need your ribbons.

What do we hear back from the FBI?

Besides Agent Freeman's
extreme dislike for you?

They'll cooperate,
but he's not too keen on the visible part.

Our shooter isn't a moron.

If he doesn't see police
and FBI presence in the neighbourhood,

he's going to think something's wrong.

Yeah, I have a problem
with that part too, boss.

What's the point in setting a trap
if he knows about it?

Part of a sniper's mission
is to infiltrate enemy territory.

Our guy wants to prove himself,
validate his skills.

He's not gonna pass up
an opportunity like this.

What if he succeeds?
- He won't.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but, you actually make that look good.

Thanks.

Have you tried yours on yet?

Try what?
- Gibbs said you'd be in uniform, too.

He did?

Gibbs gets Dress Blue Charlies,

I look like one of the Village People.

Maybe you can find a local cop
and get a dance routine going.

How you doing?

I'm hardwiring the main microphone
to the DSL line now.

I already got the other two
on a wireless relay.

There we go.

You know, if this works, Abs,
you're a genius.

Oh, Tony.
Tell me something I don't know.

I once dated
my high school music teacher.

Really? What was his name?

Cute.

Okay, all mikes are operational.
I'm set here.

All right. I'm coming down now.

You're a macho, macho man, Tony.

The new window looks good.

Yes, it does.

How does it feel
to be back in uniform, Gunny?

It's a little tighter than I remember.

So, you really think this will work?
- I don't know.

If it doesn't, no sense worrying about it.

Spoken like a true Marine.

Good morning, Captain.
- Major.

Gibbs.

I mean, Gunny.
- Kate.

Cover's off inside.

You're looking good.

These are out of order.

I spent an hour trying to get it right.

It's okay. A common newbie mistake.

Maybe I should take her place.

Your whole plan rests on

this guy believing
that you're both Marines.

We have it under control, Major.
She'll do fine.

Well then, I'll just stay and help out.

There's nothing wrong
with another set of eyeballs.

Not a good idea.

The best thing you can do
is leave this to us.

I lost two of my men to this psycho.

You really think I'm passing up
on a chance for payback?

Major, your mission
is to protect our country.

Our mission right now
is to protect you and your Marines.

Allow us the honour of doing our job.

Good luck, Gunnery Sergeant.

Captain.

Comm check.

Loud and clear. Over.

Hear you fine, Tony.

Crystal.

Comm's up, Gibbs.

Now for the hard part. Waiting.

You really think we're going to get
any potential recruits today?

Yeah.

A man was murdered here
three days ago.

Who'd choose today
to decide to join up?

A Marine.

Good point.
- Get ready to profile.

Can I help you?

What are you doing?
Giving away free Xboxes in there?

That's the tenth kid this morning.

He's really good at this.
I'm even thinking of signing up.

What about potential snipers?

You'll be the first to know.
- No, Gibbs will.

Just tell me he's still wearing his vest.

He said it was visible under his shirt.
- I knew it.

If that sniper doesn't kill him, I will.
Of all the stupid, idiotic things.

You realise we have an office
in Richmond.

Why drive all the way down here
to see a recruiter?

Well, I was watching the news,
I thought I'd check it out.

The sniper doesn't scare you?

Well, I figure he's shooting recruiters,
not recruits, right?

So you'd drive all the way here
to see if I get shot or not?

If I could get a signature?
- No problem.

See you later.

Good luck to you.

Thanks.

Look, it's 4:30.
I think this guy's a no-show.

The last two attacks
were between noon and 2:00.

So I say we call it a day, Agent DiNozzo.

Negative.

Office isn't supposed to close
for another 30 minutes.

If we close early, it'll look suspicious.

What do you think, Kate?

I think you have at least one more day
as a human target.

Hello. Gunnery Sergeant Alvin Thomas.

How can I help you today, son?
- Yeah, I don't know.

I've been thinking
about it a little, I guess.

You got some pamphlets or something?

Right here.

The Marines offer a wide variety
of choices.

What kind of things interest you?
Sit down.

Not sitting around in an office like this.

Can't say that I blame you.

You interested
in something more active?

Yeah.

You seem like
a combat arms kind of guy to me.

Artillery?

Combat engineers?

Infantry?

Sniper teams?

Yeah.

I don't know.
Like I said, I'm not really sure.

I just...

Maybe I should come back.

I'll be here.

Tony, the kid who just left.

6'4", blond hair, black jacket and jeans.

Early 20s.
We think he might be our man.

He was already here.

Forget the kid, Tony!

The sniper is the water delivery guy!
I repeat! The sniper...

The mikes picked up the shot.

I'm triangulating now.

Got him! He's at the merchant building
on the corner of 6th and K.

Tenth ?oor.
- Right there.

The building has an alley in the back.

It's the most likely exit
from where he's positioned.

On it.

Go get him, Tony.

We'll take the southern entrance.

Federal Agent, drop the weapon!

Drop it! Drop it!

Drop the weapon!

Hey!

Thank you, Agent DiNozzo.
We'll take it from here.

Secure the weapon.

Hey.

We got our guy.
FBI is taking the credit, of course.

Kate, where's your cover?

What?

Kyle Hendricks, 22.

Rejected by Sergeant
Gordon Mackenzie, 11 August, 2002,

at the Rockville recruiting centre.

He failed
the personality profile assessment.

Sociopathic tendencies
with anti-social behaviour.

Wanted to be a Marine sniper.

Yeah, well, you got to admit,
he was one hell of a marksman.

DiNozzo.

Captain.

So, what was it like?

What like?
- Being his superior officer.

You mean, did I get
to boss him around?

Make him salute me? Call me "ma'am"?

Basically.
- It was great.

You're lying.

You know, Abby said you looked
really good in your uniform, too.

Did she?
- Yeah.

She said you'd fit right in
with the biker boy,

and the Indian chief, the cowboy,
and all the other macho, macho men!

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