MAN (over radio): You really don't know who to vote for.
(woman speaking indistinctly over radio)
WOMAN: If you think about it, you know...
(tires screeching) Look out!
Are you good? Yeah.
Ma'am!
Are you okay?
Can you hear me?
Hey, call an ambulance!
(electrical crackling)
Jones!
(grunts)
♪ NCIS: LA 7x21 ♪ Head of the Snake Original Air Date on April 11, 2016
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man
♪ ♪
DEEKS: Third time this week
my leftovers have disappeared from the fridge.
So how do you explain that, huh?
KENSI: I don't have to explain anything,
because I didn't do anything. We both know
you have a weakness for my loco moco.
Nope.
If not you, then who? Huh? Monty? (chuckles)
I don't know, he's a pretty smart pooch.
That's not cool. You're blaming my best friend.
I th-- I thought I was your best friend.
No, no.
Don't do your switch-craft on me.
I keep saying to you, you just...
you don't mess with a man's leftovers.
And what I keep saying is that you're insane, Deeks!
Guys, we need you upstairs.
Hurry.
All right, just so you know, I'm getting to the bottom of this.
Want to know why? 'Cause I'm a detective. I detect.
It's what I do. Okay.
Only thing you'll be doing later is apologizing.
Oh-ho-ho. No.
NELL: Office park security cameras
picked up a carjacking in the Valley.
Hidden Hills Produce.
That produce truck is actually
an undercover military transport
carrying a load
of compromised AK-47s.
NELL: And it gets better.
Hold on a second.
Is that Nate?
CALLEN: Damn. It is.
What the hell is he doing?
GRANGER: Well, Hetty sent Nate
on a long-term undercover.
He's investigating
organized crime's link to terrorism in L.A.
When was last contact?
12 weeks ago.
He went dark
and we had no idea where he was
until this showed up.
Well, if he was trying to infiltrate organized crime,
it looks like he was successful.
Regardless, we need to find him and bring him in. Fast.
You think he's in over his head?
The fact he hasn't made contact
suggests he is,
even if he doesn't realize it.
Who's the woman?
NELL: No ID on his companion,
but facial rec is currently running.
How many AKs were stolen?
100 AKs
and over 2,000 rounds of Rhino ammo
tagged for disposal.
That's enough to arm a small militia
or tip the balance in a gang war.
We can't let those weapons hit the street.
Where are the drivers?
Marine Sergeants Edward Jones
and Kevin Brickson are being treated
at St. Anne's Hospital.
You take the hospital.
We'll hit the crime scene.
You're good to go.
Sergeant Jones?
I'm Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS.
This is my partner, Detective Deeks.
Like I told ATF,
I followed protocol. DEEKS: No, we understand.
We just have a few questions for you.
Where's Brickson?
Still in surgery.
Doc says he's gonna be fine.
KENSI: Do you remember the attackers mentioning anything?
A time? Maybe a location?
Only thing I heard was my brain frying.
Uh, did you recognize anybody?
No.
I mean, whoever they were knew our disposal routine.
For one, who jacks a produce truck?
And two, we change the truck and the route with each mission.
Okay.
Nate used classified information to pull this off.
Maybe even brought the weapons to their attention.
Yeah, he put a huge arsenal in their hands.
It's a big gamble.
And too dangerous for Nate to pull off solo.
I mean, right reasons or not, this could get bad real fast.
Let's see where Nell is IDing Nate's new friend.
Maybe she's the one calling the shots.
Let's go.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Once they got 'em out of the truck,
they were easy targets.
It's efficient.
Doesn't make sense.
Nate is smart enough to avoid common surveillance.
What, did he just slip up?
Or did he want to get caught?
Maybe he knew he was in trouble,
this was his way of reaching out for help.
Maybe, if he can't make secure contact.
But even if he is being watched,
how hard is it to get a message to us?
Unless he isn't trying to.
Look, Nate's one of the smartest guys we know.
For now, we need to give him the benefit of the doubt.
I don't know.
Hetty may have bitten off more than Nate can chew.
You think she put him in the game too early?
She may have overestimated his skill.
He's operating without a safety net.
We do that all the time.
Yeah, but the difference is,
we know if one of us falls,
we'll be there for each other.
Nate doesn't have that luxury.
(phone rings)
It's Eric. What's up, Eric?
Traffic cam caught
the produce truck
at a wildlife reserve in Santa Clarita
about an hour ago.
Where is it now?
Don't know.
No cameras in the reserve, but we haven't seen it leave.
Could still be there.
We're on our way.
Thanks, Eric.
CALLEN: There it is.
Eric, we found the truck.
It looks deserted.
ERIC: Copy that.
Sam!
I got Nate.
He's breathing.
Nate, can you hear me?
Come on, buddy.
Come out now!
Put your hands up!
Drop your weapons!
Now.
What took you so long?
CALLEN: Drop your weapons!
You forgot to say “federal agents,”
so I'm going to need you two to drop your weapons.
Drop your weapons!
What the hell's going on?
I think the technical term
is “a double cross.”
Weapons on the ground now.
Now!
This one.
Get him in the truck.
Why not both of us?
Get a two-for-one?
One is plenty.
WOMAN: Easy.
Sudden movements
are contagious.
You jump, I jump...
that's how people get shot.
SAM: Don't worry, I got you, G.
NATE: Projecting confidence
in the face of adversity.
I'm gonna project confidence into your face
when this is all over.
Maybe next time.
We have to go.
Turn around. SAM: Oh, no.
You want to shoot me,
you got to look me in the eyes.
So be it.
(gunshots)
I would listen to what she says.
What are you doing?
You shoot him,
his partner will never give us what we want.
We don't have time for this.
Let's go.
Don't worry, G, I'll find you!
NATE: Stop for a second.
Always wanted to do that.
Go.
(phone speed-dialing)
(line ringing)
ERIC: Sam?
Eric.
I need you to find that truck.
They've got Callen.
On it.
Where's Sam?
Guys from the motor pool picked him up.
He's on his way. Callen?
No, but facial rec matched our mystery woman
to several major robberies
over the span of three years.
Meet Alisa Chambers,
the only link between several elite heists across the U.S.
Diamonds in DC,
gold in Texas,
two banks in Seattle. She's been busy.
And they're calling her “The Black Widow”
since anyone she's ever worked with
has gone missing
or turned up dead.
Why steal AK-47s set for disposal?
The value is nowhere near that of diamonds or gold.
Maybe it's not the AKs, maybe it's the ammo.
Armor-piercing Rhinos.
Got to be planning something big.
Yeah.
Why take Callen hostage?
Leverage?
I feel like it would be
something more specific than that.
This makes no sense.
This isn't who Nate is.
Maybe it isn't. What do you mean?
What if he wrote checks that he couldn't cash?
One lie leads to another and it just snowballs.
And this is Nate's way
of getting Callen on the inside with him. Yeah.
You know, Granger was saying
that Nate was investigating a connection
between organized crime and terrorism.
Maybe he found a link.
Could be.
Let's cross-check Alisa Chambers
with all known terrorist groups in the database.
On it.
Hopefully get lucky.
Oh, yeah.
Hopefully.
Easy, buddy, that's my lucky jacket, okay?
(grunts)
NATE: Hey, Callen.
Or is it, uh, “Grisha”?
Tell me, has knowing made a difference?
How do you know that name?
Your whole life
is built around finding out
who you are.
I mean, the search is just this
security blanket, right?
And now that it's gone,
who are you?
Do you even know?
I have no idea.
I was actually going to talk to Hetty
about getting a little Nate time,
but clearly you've lost your mind.
Actually, I'm thinking clearly
for the first time in a long time.
We trusted you.
We all make mistakes, right?
Okay.
I'll play.
Why steal a batch of compromised AK-47s?
Great question.
You tell me.
It's not about the AK-47s, is it?
It's a test.
First order of business when turning an asset
is to test the validity of your Intel.
Oh, and grabbing a federal agent, that's also a test.
Which he passed with flying colors.
Oh. Ooh.
Look at you.
I mean, she's hot.
I-I don't know that she's “treason hot,”
but, uh, I hope there's something more to this.
Putting our lives on the line for the greater good
just wasn't cutting it,
and, frankly, this has an odd sense of freedom.
(chuckles)
You're not free.
But you are in too deep.
Actually, I haven't gone deep enough.
I should have done this years ago.
Hetty will be disappointed.
Ah, Hetty.
Kind of ironic, isn't it?
I mean, she made both of us, and here we are.
Like you say, we all make mistakes.
Well, I'm done being Hetty's flunky.
Now I have some questions for you.
Hopefully you have answers for me.
I will try, but I have to tell you,
my... memory... is a little fuzzy.
If you're stalling, waiting for the cavalry to come,
they're not.
No signal gets in or out of this place.
Scrambler.
That's clever.
Now back to those questions.
Where can we find JD-X?
“JD-X”?
Is that a DJ in Vegas?
Friend of yours?
Stable, high-impact, heat-resistant explosive,
used by NASA.
You know what I'm talking about.
Sounds very dangerous.
He just needs loosening up a little bit.
Ooh. Really?
Yeah.
Time for my sponge bath, I guess?
NATE: You know, back in the day,
waterboarding was the technique of choice,
'cause it left no marks.
CALLEN: Well, that's the problem today.
Too many people living in the past.
Back.
Okay.
Couldn't get anything out of Hetty,
but she's definitely concerned.
Hmm.
You okay?
I don't know what I am.
I mean, is Nate in danger?
Is Callen?
Is there a plan?
If he is in trouble, I just wish he'd reach out somehow.
Maybe he did.
Maybe that's what this is.
Maybe.
But what if he's not in trouble?
Then what is he doing?
I wish I had the answers.
(door opens) Me, too.
Any luck on G?
I wish we had better news.
Callen would have found a way to contact us by now.
Yeah, well, Nate knows us better than anybody.
Which means he knows how we'll track him.
And how to lose us.
(beeping) Interesting.
You got something?
ERIC: Henrik Vuksan.
He's a high-level member of Omni we busted
two and a half years ago.
He's doing time in Chino.
Yeah, they were after that ricin vaccine.
We took out some of their men at that private race track.
ERIC: Apparently, Alisa Chambers worked with Henrik
on a heist in Madrid five years ago.
He got busted, she got away.
If Henrik's holding a grudge, he may turn on her.
Have Kensi and Deeks arrange a transport to the boatshed.
On it.
If Omni's involved,
they'll sell that arsenal to a terrorist cell
with bad intentions, or, worse,
they grabbed Callen to seek revenge on us
for killing their men.
Oh, easy, big fella.
Henrik Vuksan.
It's nice to finally meet y...
Shh...
Wait a minute.
You hear the two- to three-foot waves,
offshore winds,
water's pushing to about 70 degrees.
It's a good day for a surf.
That's pretty accurate.
Henrik Vuksan, you are a known member of Omni.
Allegedly.
Nah, it's actually pretty well documented.
KENSI: Have you heard anything on the horizon
dealing with Omni's movements on the outside?
I haven't seen a horizon in a long time, guys.
Only prison walls.
Is Omni planning a strike?
Any major plans?
You guys are worried about Omni's revenge.
You should be, okay?
'Cause at some point, just when you think you're safe...
So they are planning something.
I do not know.
'Cause I'm in prison.
Thanks to you guys, by the way.
You're actually locked up with members
from each of the individual groups that make up Omni,
so in all reality,
you're probably more well-connected now
than you were on the outside.
KENSI: Yeah, so let me ask you that question again.
Is Omni planning a strike?
HENRIK: Like I said, great day for a surf.
Hetty, you got a minute?
Of course.
You gave Nate his current mission.
Well, I've been known
to, uh, dole out assignments from time to time.
Mmm.
Full disclosure.
Have you been in contact with him?
I know you have your methods.
Did you see any warning signs?
You think Nate is in over his head.
I want to know if Nate turned wolf,
if he's taking unnecessary chances,
specifically with Callen's life.
Every agent develops differently.
Callen, you, Kensi.
You're not gonna tell me.
Okay.
I tried...
...to lure him out,
but he's enamored by this femme fatale.
So why not force him out?
Well, it'd be very dangerous.
Faith.
And sometimes things just need to play out.
Or you put the fire out before it starts.
Where are you going?
Nate's place.
Maybe there's something there that can help us.
(coughs)
Memory jogged?
Thank you.
I was actually feeling a little dehydrated.
Maybe you were wrong.
Maybe he doesn't know. No, he knows.
He can just be a bit of a problem child, that's all.
Hey, come on, Callen, let it go.
It's not worth it.
I don't know anything about JD-X,
and you know more than anybody, if I knew, I wouldn't tell you.
I read the file.
I know you and Sam designed the JD-X security protocol.
That's interesting.
'Cause you don't have that level of clearance.
Who are you getting your information from, Nate, huh?
This isn't about me.
This is about you.
Okay, I'll tell you what I know.
I know for a fact that wasn't spring water in that bottle.
Maybe distilled, possibly tap. Not really sure.
We thought you might respond like that.
So if you don't tell us where to find the JD-X,
my associate is gonna hurt one of these innocent people
and another and keep doing it until you do.
There's one thing I know about you, Callen,
is that you fear being responsible
for an innocent person's suffering.
I mean, it's what makes you a good agent, right?
ALISA: Easy call.
I hope she's worth it.
They're made and stored at VertaDyne Technologies.
It's a civilian contractor in Mid-City.
How do we get it?
If there's a security risk, VertaDyne protocol is
to move the explosives in small batches to another facility.
So that's the optimal time to strike.
Yes.
Now call off your man.
Knife.
After we secure the JD-X.
Call in the threat.
Since when do you keep food here?
Uh, since it started disappearing at the house.
Oh.
Oh, how old is that?
This is a day older than none of your business.
Yeah, fair enough, but I'm pretty sure
it's not supposed to look furry. What?
Um...
(sniffs) Oh.
That's gross.
Throw it out.
Ugh.
So what do we think?
Can we end this guy's vacation?
I know that look.
What's going on with you?
What are you thinking?
I'm starting to get worried about Callen.
Shoot, nah, Callen can take care of himself.
I'd be more worried about Nate
and his power of self-deception.
What do you mean? How so?
When you go this deep,
you got to convince yourself
before you convince anybody else, right?
Nate's a master of the psyche,
so he's gonna go deeper.
Which means if this thing goes bad,
it's gonna be disastrous.
Living the lie.
The longer it goes, the worse it gets.
Yeah. How do you know when to drop it?
Well, unfortunately, that's the problem,
is you don't.
I just keep thinking that Nate doesn't have all of the pieces
and so he's just jammed until he does.
At least that's what I'm hoping.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
What happened to you, Nate?
♪ ♪
Oh.
NELL: You can run, but you can't hide.
Gotcha.
(phone buzzes)
Go, Nell.
We just got a match on the van's plates
through a city crime surveillance cam.
Where?
Mid-City.
Mid-City...
There's a VertaDyne facility in Mid-City.
They manufacture JD-X explosives.
Military grade.
Coincidence?
Considering SECNAV had Callen and me consult
on their security protocol, I doubt it.
That's got to be the target.
Track that van and send me the feed.
Yep.
You're sure this is it?
You don't trust me?
NATE: Nah, he wouldn't play
with other people's lives.
That's the thing about wearing the white hat.
When lives are on the line,
there's no margin for error.
Hey, hold up, there.
No casualties.
You were right about this one.
Thinks he runs the world.
Those JD-X loads are equipped with trackers.
Anything goes wrong--
like, let's say, a hijacking--
you get caught
before you hit the 405.
I can get you the JD-X
and I can disable the trackers,
but no casualties.
Okay.
But it'd better work.
Right on time.
MAN: Go.
We have a visual. Stand by.
MAN: Copy that.
Standing by.
Make it fast.
I need my badge and my gun.
Get creative.
Federal agent!
I need to confiscate this truck.
Abort Omega protocol.
Verification Alpha-Charlie-Zulu.
Request to abort Omega protocol.
Verification Alpha-Charlie-Zulu.
DISPATCH: Stand by.
Request verified.
Release to Agent Callen.
All yours, Agent Callen.
Just walk away. I'll take it from here.
♪ ♪
CALLEN: And another tracker.
I'll take care of those.
That's all of them.
Good.
It's been fun. Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
You don't just put a bullet
in a guy like this.
His friends will find him
and then they'll find us.
A guy like this
has to disappear.
And that means disposal.
Piece by piece, if necessary,
and that takes time.
The kind of time that makes us
miss the exchange.
(sniffs)
He comes with us.
You're going to be good at this.
I'll drive.
You two keep an eye on our friend.
Come on. Let's go.
♪ ♪
(grunting)
Leave him!
NELL: Sam, the van
is approaching your position,
headed south on Union.
I got him.
Unbelievable.
Guy just doesn't get it.
Tried to slip me a tracker.
Guess he doesn't know you like I do.
NELL: 50 yards and closing.
(engine starts)
GRANGER: Stand down, Sam.
Repeat. Stand down.
Granger, are you crazy?
Let them go.
I don't believe this.
GRANGER: Just trust me.
NELL: Okay, I've got a visual on Callen.
He managed to escape.
Head north on Union.
SAM: I'll pick him up.
GRANGER: I'm coming to you.
You good?
Better than him.
Here comes Granger.
SAM: Are we really gonna let them go,
just like that?
That's exactly what we're doing.
Unbelievable.
Listen, there's a bigger picture here.
Nate's onto something.
We need to let it play out.
We stop them now, we've got nothing.
So, first, we give them an arsenal of weapons.
And then we handed them enough explosives
to take down a building.
We're not even certain if we can track 'em.
You were up close.
Where's his head?
I'm sure that Alisa will kill him
if she even begins to suspect that he's not legit.
And I think that Nate knows that
and he's gonna play it out to the end.
I just... can't be sure.
GRANGER: So is Nate going method,
or is he just gone?
If we're wrong,
a lot of people are going to die.
GRANGER: Well, at least this will force their hand into moving faster.
That's when mistakes happen.
We're running out of time.
Those explosives could disappear at any moment.
Yeah, she's wearing a scrambler on her wrist.
I pointed it out to Nate before I slipped him a tracker.
Well, let's hope he uses it for help
and not for a wild goose chase.
Let's check with Kensi and Deeks at the boatshed.
Maybe they're having better luck.
Go on ahead. I got this.
KENSI: Quit stalling, Henrik.
For the last time, I got nothing to say, guys.
Come on.
I see you have an affinity for the water.
And the feds-- that's us--
we have a bunch of different prison facilities
up and down the coast.
We could probably make a few phone calls,
see if we could find some vacancy for you.
You can do that?
New location, new identity,
a view of the horizon...
DEEKS: Paradise.
KENSI: I mean, that's fed power for you.
DEEKS: So you got a couple options.
You can either tell us what we need to know, or...
Or we could just send you back to your current facility
and, you know, maybe even tell your roommates
how much you helped us out.
You'd label me a snitch.
Hmm.
Well, you're right about one thing.
There is chatter of
something big going down,
but it ain't Omni.
Okay. Do tell.
(sighs)
What you're dealing with is a local problem.
Okay?
You got the Triads, the Armenians and the Molina cartel,
and they're pooling all their resources.
Something big is bringing the heads of all the groups out.
Something about heavy, uh...
heavy artillery.
JD-X explosives.
Mm-hmm.
What does Alisa Chambers have to do with all this?
Whatever they want, the Black Widow shall deliver.
Expect a body count.
Because she kills her crews?
Dead men can't betray.
Her kiss is the last thing you'll see.
So who's the target?
It's not a target, it's a sale.
Who's the buyer?
Foreigners, from what I could put together.
Whoever they are, I'm sure they're not nice.
(clears throat)
Leaders of the Triads, Armenian Mafia, the Molina cartel--
those guys have been untouchable for years.
Yeah, that's all we need
is these guys getting their hands on the JD-X.
Yeah, they can sell it to the highest bidder.
Or, even worse, they can keep it for themselves.
Too greedy.
These guys will turn on each other the first chance they get.
And the body count rises. CALLEN: Granger's right.
If these guys surface, it's gonna be a major opportunity
to cripple their organizations.
♪ ♪
What are we doing?
Making the exchange.
You should have told me there was a change in location.
Sorry, sweetie, you don't get to know everything.
Hi. It's me.
MAN: Go ahead. Plan's changed.
It's in our possession, but it has to be today or no deal.
Copy that. 45 minutes.
I'll text you the location.
Okay.
Why here?
Like you said, those guys are good.
Timeline's got pushed.
One mistake with this JD-X will cause this refinery
to destroy three city blocks.
For an outlaw, you sure do care a lot
about people you don't know.
I care about us.
The plan was to get rich, not die.
You need to keep me in the loop so I can help you.
All right, no more secrets.
(beeping)
Got something.
What?
NELL: It's a JD-X beacon.
That's East L.A.
(sighs)
Surveillance dead zone.
NELL: Yeah.
GRANGER: It's Nate.
It's the tracker Callen mentioned.
Mobilize the team.
Yeah.
Pray it's not a trap.
♪ ♪
ALISA: Looks like the party's getting started.
NATE: You sure we can trust them?
ALISA: We're about to find out.
Almost home.
Gentlemen.
MAN: Let's see the merchandise.
I'm impressed you pulled it off.
The money?
Give me a minute.
IDs confirmed. Take 'em.
Move in.
SAM: Federal agents! Everybody down!
On the ground now!
Let's see your hands!
Don't move! Get down now!
Federal agents! On your knees!
Stay down! Stay down! You're in the crosshairs!
Down! Hands behind your back!
Don't move!
You know, there was a moment you almost had me convinced.
Drop your weapon.
It's over.
You still don't get it!
In!
Close the door!
I have a shot! Do not take the shot.
GRANGER: Do not shoot that van.
The explosives will blow us all to hell.
They're on the move.
Callen, Sam, go.
We got these guys.
(tires screeching)
(guns firing)
GRANGER: Do not shoot that van.
Nate's still inside.
I got him.
SAM: Jump in the trunk!
(guns firing)
SAM: I got Nate.
Finish it.
Everyone good?
SAM: Yeah. All good, G.
♪ ♪
What the hell were you thinking?
I lost control.
You're lucky to be alive.
(sighs)
Look, I get why you did it.
You got too deep.
And I almost got us killed trying to prove myself.
That's just it, you don't have to.
You're already a part of this team.
But this team doesn't work if we don't trust each other.
I guess I have a lot to learn.
No, look, we all do.
That never changes.
That was a crazy day.
Buy you dinner to celebrate?
Yeah, just a second.
What are you doing?
Nothing. Nothing.
Yeah, uh, Jamaican?
You want to get Jamaican? 'Cause that sounds pretty tasty.
Okay.
Did you just send me an e-mail?
No. What did I send?
What's this?
Video?
No, don't watch that. Don't watch that. Don't watch the video.
No, no, no, no, no! What's that?
Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!
(laughs)
Care to explain?
DEEKS: Uh, yeah, I can explain, I set up a webcam to see
who was crushing my leftovers, and it turns out to be...
You. Me.
You weren't even gonna say anything.
I was gonna say something.
I literally just saw...
I didn't even know that I sleptwalked until I...
You should apologize.
What is that?
What?
When I found the container this morning,
it was in the fridge. So?
So in this video, I just left it on the counter.
How does it get back in the fridge?
You know what, it doesn't matter.
No! Aah! Don't you...
Give it back. Give it, Deeks. Stop it. Stop it.
Give it back, give it... Who is that? Who is that?!
(gasps)
DEEKS: Oh... my God.
You're eating the leftovers of my sleepwalking leftovers.
Okay. You care to explain this?
Okay, you know how much I love loco moco.
It was calling my name. It really was.
I was sleeping, and I heard it call my name.
It was like, “Kensi!” I can't believe you.
I... No. Okay. Wait. Wait. Wait, wait. I don't even know who you are.
Wait, wait. No wonder I'm stressed out.
The love of my life is like a loco moco hyena.
KENSI: Wait, seriously, look at me.
I'm telling the truth. Look back! Come here!
It was messy.
But Nate got it done.
Something we haven't been able to do.
Well, messy's good.
Gives you a chance to appreciate the clean.
It was a huge gamble.
Is it really a gamble... if you don't lose?
Oh, Nate's growing.
He's going to be good.
But in this business, “good” gets you killed,
so I need him to be elite.
“Elite” takes time.
SAM: And reps. HETTY: Exactly.
Don't get it twisted.
(whispering): I've done this before.
I, uh, I owe you an apology.
Just a promise.
You'll never do anything that stupid again.
Even though your heart was in the right place,
you endangered lives.
That's not what we do.
You got lucky.
But sometimes being lucky is better than being good.
Hmm.
Quite a day, huh?
Understatement of the year.
There are three major criminal organizations
that are crippled,
and the vacuum of power may very well destroy them.
Moving forward, there's a system in place for a reason.
Use it.
No more lone wolf.
Or don't you remember saying that to Mr. Callen?
I don't know, just...
Maybe I'm not ready for this.
You've never been more ready.
Now your real training begins.
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man