Previously on NCIS...
Someone was looking for Navy secrets.
Well, they found them.
The wiring throughout the entire ship could've flash fire-balled.
Our arsonist knew the ship's wiring weakness.
Meet Bruce Johnson.
That's the fire department site inspector.
The guy who hired me said Plimpton had
information about some bum wiring.
Who hired you?
Gibbs, I found this inside.
Well, that's a list.
Of what?
Every Navy warship that contains
the faulty wiring.
Whoever hired our arsonist
knows how to attack U.S. warships.
- Blackmail? - Terrorism.
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This is a real threat to our Naval forces around the world
and requires extreme vigilance.
While NCIS is vigorously investigating the fires,
we must strengthen,
share our intelligence collection across the board
to identify the persons, terrorist group
or nation behind the attacks.
You will be briefed as the investigation continues.
Thank you.
We're clear, sir.
I leave anything out, Agent Gibbs?
No, I think you covered it, sir.
Thank God the casualties were at a minimum.
Could've been a lot worse.
I don't think this is the end of it, sir.
SecNav Jarvis and I are
meeting with the National Security Council
to brief the President this afternoon.
They'll have questions.
I hope to have some answers for you.
When does Director Vance get back from the NATO conference?
End of the week.
I'm in touch with him a couple of times a day, sir.
I'm sure he'll be calling you.
Thank you.
Yeah, I'm leaving now.
Should take me about 15 minutes.
How'd it go, boss?
It goes. You get your hop?
Yeah. Chopper from Anacostia's taking me out to the Brewer.
Let me know when you've secured the crime scene.
You got it. Also, the ship's turned around
and headed for Norfolk.
- When's it arrive? - Tomorrow morning.
Bon voyage, McChopper!
What more do we know about Bruce Johnson?
Not much.
Parole officer was oblivious.
Johnson never missed an appointment.
You talk to your friends at Baltimore P.D.?
Well, yeah. Jason said he hasn't popped up on the radar.
Wife was not much help.
She knew he was accused of arson a few years ago,
but had no idea where he went every day.
Well, how does she think he supported himself?
For the last year, unemployment.
Went through his cell phone records and e-mails.
Johnson hardly used them.
Only a few phone calls,
no e-mails in the last couple months.
Guess the guy doesn't like to communicate electronically.
Or he didn't want to be traced.
- Anything on his computer? - Nothing of interest.
Abby went through it.
Johnson apparently liked to play online video games.
So we have no leads on who might have hired him?
Maybe Johnson isn't connected to the attack on the Brewer.
Not buying it.
Ship was on the targeted list found at his house.
Hey, Duck.
Want me to come back later?
No. Sorry.
Uh... Everything okay?
There is something personal
I'd like to talk to you about.
But it can wait.
I wish I could provide you with a lead,
but poor Mr. Johnson's body here was so ravaged by fire
that he just isn't talking to me.
Duck, I know the circumstances, I know time of death.
- I was there, I witnessed it. - Twice in one week,
fires so intense they cremated bone and incinerated flesh.
Well, yeah. That's thermite.
I understand I have two more bodies from the U.S.S. Brewer?
Yeah. You need to be in Norfolk
tomorrow morning to pick up the remains.
All right.
Abbs, I'm on my way up.
Another fire.
Hey, Gibbs.
Abbs, you find something in Johnson's car?
Um, no. It is toast.
But come here.
What am I looking at?
Confetti!
Just kidding.
Um, so this cross-cut shredder
was found in Bruce Johnson's garage.
It slices documents, horizontally and vertically,
into itsy-bitsy, teeny-tiny little pieces.
I've identified at least four documents and separated them.
How'd you do that?
By the color and the texture of the paper.
Like, this one's glossy, that's high-end bond,
this is recycled.
But come check this one out.
What do you see?
Looks like Chinese characters.
Close-- it's Korean.
Those symbols are from the Korean Hangul alphabet.
It's a true alphabet
with 24 consonant and vowel letters.
But instead of being written sequentially,
the letters are grouped into blocks of two to five...
Abbs, can you reconstruct the document?
Oh. I'm good, Gibbs, but I'm not that good.
But this document was printed on laser paper from a computer.
So Bruce Johnson was communicating
with someone in Korean.
I mean, do you think North Korea
could be behind the terrorist attacks?
You are bummed?
I am bummed.
I was really looking forward to it.
But I am sure we're going to be on alert all weekend.
Can you, uh, get the deposit back?
Great.
Okay, I promise, we will reschedule.
Okay, talk to you soon. Bye.
Cancelling weekend plans, huh?
Yes.
Yeah. Who were you talking to?
- None of your business. - Where were you gonna go?
You don't have the need to know, Agent Di-Nosy.
Hi, Emma.
Hey.
Well, how is everybody's favorite analyst?
Busy. Things are hopping on the Far East desk.
Whew, I can imagine.
Special Agent DiNozzo.
Nothing I can find indicates
North Korean involvement in the attacks, Special Agent Gibbs.
I spoke to analysts at other agencies-- zilch.
No chatter?
Things are quiet in Pyongyang, for the moment.
- Echelon? - Hasn't picked up anything, either.
Right.
McGee's coming online,
MTAC, two minutes.
Keep me posted, Park.
Yes, sir.
DiNozzo, come on. You're with me.
I am so envious about your weekend.
I had to cancel.
So...
Am I the only one in the dark...
DiNozzo!
Hey, boss. Tony.
What do we got?
Identities of the two killed in the fire.
Marine First Lieutenant Eric Ramsey, a combat cargo officer.
And a civilian, Tobey Abbott,
he's a tech rep for a company with Navy contracts.
Also a fireman apprentice received minor burns
while putting out the blaze.
What was the civilian doing on the ship?
Works for Norton Turbine.
He was, uh, following up on some repairs
to the ship's power plant.
You okay, McGee?
We have to consider Mr. Abbott a suspect.
He was killed in the machine room,
which is the point of ignition.
It's his company's equipment in the machine room?
No. Nowhere near it.
But I've secured Abbott's quarters;
I just haven't had time to go through it yet.
There she blows.
Oh, McGee.
Seriously? You're a Navy
criminal investigator.
Give me a break, Tony, okay?
Three hours ago, I was sitting at my desk,
then I was choppered out into the middle of the Atlantic
in a raging storm,
landed on the pitching deck
of an LPD amid 20-foot seas,
and have spent the last hour in a burnt-out machine room
with acrid smoke and diesel fuel.
Poor guy.
McGee,
we'll be pier-side when the ship
arrives in Norfolk tomorrow morning.
Get back to Bruce Johnson's house,
talk to his wife again, and see if you can't establish
a North Korean connection.
Right.
Feel better, McGee.
Hey, McGee, apples and crackers.
Mrs. Johnson.
NCIS.
I thought you got everything you needed.
You all but tore the house apart.
Have another warrant?
Uh, no, Mrs. Johnson.
We just need to ask you a couple of more questions.
Did your husband read
or speak Korean?
Korean?
You're not serious.
He could barely
express himself in English.
Did he have a Korean friend, a business connection, neighbor?
You're just not getting it.
God, either of you ever been divorced?
Nah.
Well, we were in the middle of an ugly one.
We know this is a very difficult time...
"Difficult"?
All he left me were a bunch of bills
and a mortgaged house we can't sell.
Then the deadbeat blows himself up in the driveway;
now I'll never unload it.
I'm sorry to hear about your husband, Mrs. Johnson.
Yeah, thanks.
Great, more bills.
We done?
I guess so, yeah.
Thanks.
She is one angry screw.
Huh?
You know, a woman with a bad temper.
Shrew, Ziva.
Oh.
Hold on a second.
Hey! Excuse me.
Special Agent DiNozzo, David, NCIS.
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
Have you ever delivered any mail
to the Johnson house from Korea?
No. I'd remember that.
You sure? Yeah.
Well, they have been receiving letters
from Switzerland lately.
Good-looking stamps.
Thank you.
Switzerland.
It's open, Duck.
Thanks for letting me drop by.
Yeah, you sounded troubled on the phone.
Oh, really?
No, nothing serious.
Bringing work home?
Yeah, hard copy of Lieutenant Ramsey's OQR.
Survived two tours in Iraq and Afghanistan.
He has a Purple Heart, has a Bronze Star.
Gets killed by an American terrorist on a U.S. ship.
It's tragic.
And senseless.
Yeah.
Want a cup of tea?
Jethro, this is tea dust.
I prefer tea leaves, steeped in boiling water
in a proper pot.
But thank you all the same.
What's on your mind?
Well, there have been
a number of changes in my life the last few years,
not the least of which was Mother's passing.
Then selling her house, moving into town.
I chose not to tell anyone this, but...
I've come into rather a lot of money.
Far more than I will ever need.
I-I didn't say anything to anyone
because I find that people tend to treat you differently
if they think you're rich.
Why are you telling me now?
Because I trust you,
and I'd like to ask a favor.
I'm redoing my will.
It-it's still being drafted,
and I have some decisions to make, but...
well, I'd like you to be the executor of my estate.
Me, Ducky?
Mm-hmm.
Are you sure about that? Don't you want a lawyer?
No, I'd rather have a friend
that I can trust rather than someone
who hardly knows me.
Yeah, I'd be honored.
McGee.
Hey, boss.
Dr. Mallard.
You feeling any better?
Oh, much better.
The ship's stopped rocking.
Where are my bodies?
Haven't moved them.
This is Lieutenant Ramsey.
The civilian's remains
are in the machine room, just aft.
You find anything in the civilian's quarters?
I haven't gotten to it yet.
Spent the night in sick bay.
Didn't want to contaminate the scene.
Okay.
Take, uh, Tony and Ziva with you, will you?
Where are they?
That's the whole thing--
James Bond is fantasy.
I'll be with Ducky and the arson specialists.
McGee.
Got a little present for you.
- What? - Barf bags.
Wow.
Has Abby finalized plans for Palmer's bachelor party?
Uh, don't know.
She hasn't talked.
She's keeping everything under wraps.
I wouldn't worry, though.
Abby would not disappoint us.
What is this American thing--
grown men acting like fraternity boys?
I do not understand.
What's not to understand?
You got your booze, your strippers.
Total debauchery.
Abby would never plan something like that.
Clotrimazole.
Poor Abbott has jock itch.
Not anymore.
Hey, Ziva, the weekend's coming up, and we're on alert.
Doesn't that blow your plans for...
Seriously?
I mean, does everybody but me
know your plans for this weekend?
Oh, look at this.
It's got a Swiss stamp.
What does that mean?
Korean.
Korean?
This connects the attacks.
It's gibberish.
What do you mean?
It's a meaningless collection of Korean script.
These are all symbols
from the Hangul alphabet.
However, their arrangement forms no words or sentences.
Could it be a dialect or regional language?
I showed it to a professor
of Korean language and culture at Georgetown.
He assured me it made absolutely no sense.
It's a code. I thought the same thing.
I sent a copy to our cryptographers.
Haven't heard anything.
I'll contact them as soon as we finish here.
I've talked to State and the CIA.
Their North Korean experts gave no indication
of that country's involvement in the attacks.
Actually, under their new leadership,
they've been playing nice.
For the moment.
So, if it's not North Korea, who are we dealing with?
What do we know about Abbott?
Tobey "No Middle Name" Abbott, 29.
Single, born in Norwalk, Connecticut.
No police or military record.
Attended Rensselaer Polytechnical Institute
in Troy, New York.
Nothing distinguishing. Had three jobs
before joining Norton Turbine as a mechanic a year ago.
- That's it? - That's it.
I'll let you know. Thanks.
Not so fast, Ms. David. I just got off
the phone with Abbott's high school advisor.
Had his heart set on going
to the Naval Academy, but got rejected.
Abbott wanted it so bad,
he spent the year after high school
attending a service academy prep school.
And he got rejected again.
- You got it. - Think he holds a grudge?
Talk to Abbott's supervisor at Norton Turbine.
Oh, yeah.
Ducky dropped that off a little while ago.
Why would he give you tea leaves?
Tony can be so transparent.
You think?
Yeah. He came down here asking me about thermite,
but, really, he was fishing.
He was trying to find out
what Ziva had planned for the weekend.
You didn't tell him, did you?
Of course not.
It's driving him crazy.
Yeah, but it's just Pilates weekend
with her landlady.
Yeah, but that's not what Tony's
dirty little mind is thinking.
Hey. We getting anywhere?
Um...
the arson inspectors sent me residue
of the accelerant used on the fire aboard the Brewer.
Major Mass Spec is back on his game.
He just I.D.'d the residue as the exact same mixture
of thermite and fire retardant
that Detective King and I identified
in the other fires.
Same signature; it's a different arsonist.
Why did it do more damage to the ship?
Have a theory, boss.
Let me show you.
On the deck directly below the machine room
is the magazine locker, and it contains
thousands of pounds worth of explosives.
Now, there's no way that Abbott
could have gained access to that area.
His plan was to ignite the slow-burning,
intensely hot thermite fire
in the area just above.
And when it burned
through the deck and hit the magazine below,
the ship would have been severely damaged,
maybe even sunk.
Why didn't that happen?
This is a file photo of the machine room.
And here is the point of ignition.
Now, what Abbott didn't realize was
these three tanks contained highly flammable material.
Before the fire could burn below as intended,
the tanks ignited and caused the explosion
that killed him and Lieutenant Ramsey.
Gibbs, did you see
the John Wayne movie, Hellfighters?
Yeah. The Duke played Red Adair,
the oil well firefighter. Okay.
What happened on the ship
is exactly what happened when Red used the dynamite.
The explosion created a vacuum,
and it sucked out all the oxygen
and extinguished the fire.
Lucky.
We getting anywhere decoding the Korean document?
Um, no, but it did come from the same printer
and it's the same paper as the shredded document
that we found at Bruce Johnson's.
Dusted it and the envelope for prints.
Only got Abbott's.
We also found DNA on the flap
of the envelope where someone licked it.
- Who? You got a name? - No.
I ran it through active military
and known felons and Interpol.
Nothing yet, but I'll keep trying.
You're welcome.
I was the one who interviewed
and hired Tobey Abbott little over a year ago.
What exactly was he doing
for your company aboard the USS Brewer?
We did some repairs to the ship's power plant.
It's customary to send a mechanic
to make sure everything's working properly
under operating conditions.
Do you know what caused the explosion?
Still under investigation.
Why did you select Abbott to go?
He was a good mechanic.
Not our best; more than adequate.
To be honest, he lobbied for the assignment.
- Really? - Careful.
I usually have to beg my guys
to go out to sea on Navy contracts.
They're not pleasure cruises.
You can be stuck on the ship for weeks
waiting until it reaches a port.
Did Abbott say why he wanted to go?
No.
My guess--
unlike most of the others, he was single.
Wasn't leaving a family.
Plus there's a small pay incentive.
You know who he hung with? Anyone at work?
Tobey could be moody.
Pretty much kept to himself.
Well, if you think of anything else,
would you give me call? Sure.
Did Tobey Abbott speak Korean?
Uh, don't know, but I seriously doubt it.
Thanks.
I found traces
of a substance under Mr. Abbott's fingernails
that Abby identifies as the same combination
of thermite and fire retardant
that's coated Bruce Johnson's body.
One more thing connecting the fires.
Yeah.
The cause of Lieutenant Ramsey's death
was blunt force trauma.
He would have survived his burns,
but with the force of the explosion,
he fractured his skull on a bulkhead.
Oh, I found this
in one of his pockets.
Wife's a kid herself, Duck.
I got to go.
You have beautiful children.
I can't believe you're still with Gibbs.
Has he, has he mellowed with age?
What do you think?
Last time I spoke with him was right after Mike Franks died.
He didn't want to talk about it.
He keeps a lot inside.
Yeah.
What's he building in his basement now?
I don't know.
Haven't been down there in a while.
Down where, DiNozzo?
Hi-ya, boss.
Special Agent Burley.
You got something for us?
Oh, yeah.
Where are you?
Naples, Italy.
I came here to perform a port-threat assessment
prior to the arrival of the aircraft carrier,
the Benjamin Franklin.
It's due in tomorrow.
And then I got the alert.
The Benjamin Franklin's on the list of marked vessels.
You find something?
I was conducting a search
of the warehouse that serves as a collection point
for goods and equipment that are going to resupply the ship.
Found an explosive device hidden on a palette.
What kind of device?
Thermite, with a magnesium fuse.
Just like described in the alert.
A nuclear aircraft carrier.
They're upping the stakes.
Andiamo, bambina!
Dove? Gear up.
We're leaving for Naples.
Naples, Italy?
Si.
I'm going home to grab some clothes.
You should do the same.
We're hopping a military flight
from Andrews Air Force Base.
This one of your practical jokes?
Nope. Gibbs' orders.
It's a good thing you canceled your Pilates weekend.
Who told you?
I'm a very special agent.
I have my ways.
Hey!
Come on.
Wake up.
Get up.
I've got coffee.
I've got Danish.
What do you got?
Gibbs.
You're not mad at us for waking you up?
Depends what you found.
Boss, we broke the code on the Korean message.
It took us a long time because we and the cryptologists
thought that it was gonna be really complicated,
but it wasn't.
It was actually easy.
Using a Korean-Hangul word processing program,
the person who sent the message
typed the words into an English-alphabet keyboard.
But it was printed out
in Hangul script.
I'll show you the first line of the document.
"Place the thermite device on the 0-3 deck."
Those characters don't form Korean words, Gibbs.
So it would be meaningless to anyone that was reading Korean.
Reversing the process, decodes the message.
Uncoded, the rest of it instructed Abbott
when, where and how to attack the U.S.S. Brewer.
Don't suppose he was dumb enough to sign it?
Any luck with the DNA on the envelope?
Unfortunately, no.
Ooh.
Hey, guys.
Good to see you again, DiNozzo.
Hey, man, how are you?
Hi. Special Agent Ziva David.
Agent Burley.
It's a pleasure.
Stan, please.
Welcome to Napoli, the home of Mount Vesuvius,
pizza and romance.
I got it, Tony.
Heard a lot about you, Stan.
Uh-oh. From who?
Abby. All good.
Ah, she never says anything bad about anyone.
I love that woman.
When'd you get here?
Last week. I was enjoying the weather and cuisine
until we were put on alert.
I see the Benjamin Franklin has arrived.
Yeah, it dropped anchor about an hour ago.
So, you're the senior field agent in charge.
What's the game plan, Stan?
The palette's still in the warehouse.
Thermite's been replaced with an inert, look-alike substance.
It'll be barged out to the ship in a couple hours
and put in the cargo bay.
The three of us will board the ship, undercover,
as Navy personnel joining the deployment.
Let me help you with that, Ziva.
We've got a water taxi, it's gonna take us out to the ship.
We're going to stake out the cargo bay
and wait to see who comes for the thermite.
Yeah, and there's over 5,000 onboard,
so we're looking for a needle in a haystack.
Fire on the Brewer was started by a civilian.
A tech rep, I know.
I read the bulletin from headquarters.
I checked, there are 32 civilians
on the Benjamin Franklin right now.
The problem is, if we question them,
we'll spook whoever it is before they go for the bait.
After you, Ziva.
Stay classy, Stan.
Andiamo.
Pardon me, sir.
Morning, Jethro.
Hey, morning, Duck.
Something happen?
No, false alarm.
Aboard a missile frigate off the coast of Diego Garcia.
Ah. I just released Ramsey's body for burial at Arlington.
A fully executed copy of my will.
Besides a couple of bequeaths to a nephew
in Scotland and my good friends at NCIS,
I'm leaving the bulk of my estate to charity.
That's nice.
I was really struck by that photograph of
the young lieutenant with his wife and children.
Yeah, I was, too. I sent her a note last night.
I was struggling with the decision as to where the money
would do the most good--
there are so many worthy charities.
I had been considering
the Marine Corps Scholarship Foundation.
They do so much good for Marine Corps families.
They give them the means
to send their kids to college.
Seeing Lieutenant Ramsey's young children
just made the decision for me.
Yeah, that's nice.
Real nice, Duck.
Oorah.
Got a bogey.
About time.
Getting warmer.
Standing in front of the hatch.
Hi.
Afraid you weren't gonna show.
You kidding?
Been thinking about you all day.
Did you miss me?
Come on, let's go.
Hmm.
False alarm.
Two young seamen anxious to parallel park.
Busting them is not our problem at the moment.
Where's David with the food?
I don't know.
She probably got lost.
What took you so long?
Do you know they have nine different places
to get food on this ship?
Yes. I hope you got something good.
Why are you so grumpy?
You should be happy, Petty Officer DiNozzo.
I got it at the officer's mess.
Of course you did.
Because Burley made you an officer and me enlisted.
That's why you're so grumpy.
Now what's wrong with you?
It's just, my stomach's been a little queasy.
Seasick?
We're still at the harbor.
If you tell McGee, I'm gonna post those bikini photos
that I have on the agency Web site.
I told you to destroy them.
Well, a man's got to have leverage.
I got to hit the head.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Game's on, Stan.
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Okay, he's going for the bait.
Burley?
NCIS! Stay back!
Okay, this is the only way in or out.
All the other hatches are secure.
Tony.
Still breathing.
Weapon's gone.
Corpsman's on the way.
How's Burley?
See for yourself.
Hey, boss.
Navy docs are great. I'll be okay.
Well, a couple weeks R and R will help.
DiNozzo, what's the condition of the suspect?
His name is André Fullerton.
He's a tech rep,
employed by an avionics communications firm.
Who put you up to this, Fullerton?
Put me up to what?
Sabotaging a U.S. Navy ship.
You stabbed a federal agent.
Shouldn't someone be reading me my rights?
You have no rights.
You're a terrorist on a U.S. Navy ship.
And we're invoking the Patriot Act.
In an hour, you're going to be flown off this ship,
escorted by Agent David and myself,
to Aviano Air Base,
where you're going to board a C-37A
and you're going to be flown
to Guantánamo Bay, Cuba.
Once there, you're going to be staying
at a sunny little seaside resort the locals call Gitmo.
Heard a nasty rumor about what goes on down there.
You'll never be heard from again.
Your friends, your family,
they won't know what happened to you.
So I'm going to ask you again.
Who hired you?
You're bluffing.
Agent Gibbs does not bluff.
Can we make some kind of deal?
You're in no position to negotiate.
For the last time,
who's behind the terrorist attacks?
You yank him out of that rack, and you put him on a plane.
Hold it! Hold it!
I'll tell you.
His name's...
Harper Dearing.
Tell us about him.
I don't know anything.
Your memory will improve once you get to Gitmo.
I never saw him.
I spoke to him on the phone.
He explained, after that,
he'd only communicate in Korean code.
That's it?
Not good enough.
Enjoy Cuba.
No...!
He had what Northerners would call
a slight Southern drawl.
I know. I'm from Mississippi.
That's all I know.
Why did you do it?
Money.
Lots of money.
DiNozzo.
Yeah, boss.
Put him on suicide watch.
I want to make sure he gets back here for trial.
You got it.
Boss, I've found seven Harper Dearings
in the United States.
Four of them either
currently reside or were born in the South.
Let's hear it.
Harper Dearing, 48-year-old housewife,
Chattanooga, Tennessee. No. Next.
Harper Dearing number two.
He's currently 84,
residing in a nursing home for retired clergy.
Next. Harper Dearing number three.
Second grader in a Little Rock, Arkansas
elementary school.
Yeah.
Harper Dearing number four.
61 years old, born in Augusta, Georgia.
Currently resides in Virginia.
Yeah, let me hear it.
He's the CEO of Dorado Hills Investments,
a multinational venture capital group
that specializes in technology companies.
It's headquartered in Sterling, Virginia.
- Criminal or military record? - Neither.
Why would a corporate executive
be terrorizing U.S. Navy vessels?
Doesn't make sense.
Get his name down to Abby.
She's got a DNA sample from the envelope.
See if she can match it up to him.
And if she can't, maybe he's got
a close relative whose DNA is on file.
Gibbs?
What are you doing?
Cleaning my weapon and waiting for you to get in.
How's Burley? He's fine.
McGee said Dearing had a son that was in the Navy.
Did you get a DNA match?
I've had people working
in the lab all night. Let me check my e-mail.
I'm having them compare the DNA from the envelope
that was found in Abbott's quarters
to the DNA of Dearing's son, Evan.
Okay, it's here.
They found a familial match.
There is 99.9% probability
that Harper Dearing is your guy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?
Where's Dearing's office?
Second floor.
NCIS.
No, no, I'll call you back.
May I help you?
Who are you? Vincent Maple.
I'm the president of this company.
Where is Dearing? I have no idea.
Why are you looking for him?
We have a warrant for his arrest.
He's wanted for terrorism and four counts of murder.
Where is he?
I don't know.
Look, I haven't seen or heard from him in over a year.
Well, how do you get in touch with him?
I don't.
Listen up.
For attacks against the United States Navy.
Harper Dearing.
Let's go. We got work to do.
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