+18 eps. 17-21 - After a hard case that takes the team to DC in order to catch a blackhat and prevent a bombing, all hell breaks loose on their return to Boston , when the ghost of the Libra killer comes back to torture Brock seven years after the m...
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Brock stayed near the door, back to the wall, arms folded. Listening. The team was around the table, all of them facing the boards, brainstorming in their usual carefree mood. Even Russell, half sprawled on his chair by Ron at the other end of the table, hands crossed behind his head and a pen between his lips.
"If we cannot bring them in tomorrow morning, we can only bug the packages," said Ron.
"I don't think that's legal," said Hank.
"Technically, we wouldn't be violating private correspondence," replied Aldana. "We'd be sticking a little bug to the outside of a sealed box."
"And then pray they don't open it to resend the content," grunted Hank.
"We can always tail them," said Russell. "It'd be only for twenty-four hours."
Fred shook his head. "Tailing thirty people who know each other for a whole day? If only one of them makes us out, it's enough to bust the whole operation and tip off the Ghost."
"And we should assume they're gonna be at least a little paranoid, running such a mysterious errand for their underworld hero," Aldana agreed.
"The teens will be too thrilled to be cautious," Russell replied.
"Then let's tail the teens," said Hank.
"Like'em young, Doctor?" teased Fred.
Ron scoffed. "Talking about legal!"
Hank rolled his eyes while the others kept going. Gillian gave them another minute. When she saw smoke fuming out Hank's ears, she called them back to attention.
"The problem is that even if we bug the packages—and our prayers are convincing—we should also need to monitor their communications with the Ghost. We're focused on stopping him from assembling the bombs, but it's no use if he gets away and under the grid again."
"He won't," said Russell. "This is too radical, even for a daring blackhat like him. Taking action like this in the real world? This is some kinda end game."
"Which makes catching him even more urgent," Gillian replied.
"So monitoring their communications," said Ron. "Maybe there's a prayer for that, too?"
"Teens access the internet from their phones," said Fred.
"Or their game consoles," added Aldana. "No way to hijack all their devices unnoticed."
"Not with T outta the picture," agreed Fred.
Gillian turned to Ron, frowning. "Is it just me? Or now they agree about everything instead of arguing about everything?"
Ron shrugged. "Honeymoon in DC? Changing scenery works sometimes."
She raised her mug to Fred and Aldana. "I'm happy for you. Really."
Hank and Russell shot questioning looks around, while Fred chuckled with Ron and Gillian.
"Reg!" Aldana protested, blushing up to her ears.
Brock just looked down, waiting for the new funny moment to end, not the least bit interested in their private jokes.
"So, their communications," Fred resumed, trying not to laugh at how awkward Aldana looked.
"There's a couple of them in their late twenties," Russell said. "They're gonna be more prone to use computers on regular basis."
"Then how about bugging their computers and tail the teens?" said Gillian.
"We're gonna need at least one tech for that, and those are in short supply right now," said Ron.
"I think they can spare Kurt," Gillian replied.
"I think they'll be happy to," said Hank.
"That was cold, Doc."
"And how do we bug them?" asked Aldana.
"While they're at the door, signing for their pretty packages," replied Russell.
"So we need to know where they have their computers before tomorrow morning," said Hank.
Gillian checked her watch and raised her eyebrows.
"Meaning we better use our Sunday to find out," translated Ron.
Fred approached the map on the board. "How many in this area?"
Aldana took a quick look at the pictures. "Three in DC, twenty-five or older, one near Portland, one in Norfolk."
"Okay, Russ, give us the tour before you leave," said Ron. "Call me old school, but I like to see the locations with my own eyes, not on security feeds or satellite."
All of them moved to leave the room, but Gillian.
"You're not coming?" asked Fred.
"Somebody's gotta fill in Cassidy," she said with a slight grimace.
Russell patted her shoulder and kissed her cheek on his way out. "Have fun, Scully," he whispered in her ear.
"You're so gonna pay for that," she grunted.
Her phone buzzed then. Only Brock and her remained in the meeting room, so she took the call on speaker. "Hey, T, how is it going?"
"Reg, you better get Kurt outta here or he's gonna die bloody."
Gillian scoffed. "I actually need him, so don't worry, I'll call him over in a few minutes."
