"Previosuly on Intelligence..." "What would your Government do to you if they learned you made a second chip?" "Who's there?" "Wait!" "Stop!" "You're Mei Chen." "You're the one with the chip." "It's not a perfect world." "We can make it better, dad." "A great man taught me that." "You need me." "You can feel it." "You are Adam..." "and I'm Eve." "You're not Eve, sweetheart." "You're the serpent." "Thanks for coming to see me." "I appreciate it." "I don't have much time here, Hatch." "You're the deputy director of the FBI now, Joseph." "You want to -- you want to make time for this." "Oh, no." "It's all right." "I ordered up a little food." "It was a long flight in." "Drinking again, Hatch?" "I didn't order the champagne." "The champagne is courtesy of the hotel manager." "Please, sit." "Please." "Look." "I'm only here 'cause we have history." "I know that." "But like I said on the phone, I have proof this time." "Come on, Hatch," "I've seen your proof before." "That old woman from Lebanon?" "She was a secretary in their foreign office." "She saw the cables to Washington with her own eyes." "And when we talked to her, she couldn't remember her own name." "They're here, Joseph." "They've been here, lying in wait like snakes in the grass." "What the hell is that?" "I told you -- proof." "Proof that the flood is real." "Plug it in and take a look." "If this is another one of your crazy ideas " "I've been working on this for 20 years." "Just look at it." "What is this?" "It's them." "The six tigers and a list of their code names and enough documentation to prove it." "Without their faces, their real names, come on, what am I supposed to do?" "Open an official investigation." "I think a tiny sip of this champagne might be warranted." "Who else knows about this?" "I do and now you do." "Welcome to the war." "Gabriel!" "Really?" "Gabriel?" "Gabriel." "Riley, what -- what are you doing here?" "Picking you up for work." "Don't you knock?" "How could you not hear me?" "What's going on?" "Are you sick?" "I think I'm hung over." "How could you be hung over?" "You had two beers." "What else did you have after I dropped you off last night?" "Nothing." "Do you have a headache?" "Wicked." "You feel like throwing up?" "Considering it." "I'm calling Dr. Cassidy." "Oh, great, why don't you call my mom while you're at it?" "I'll be fine." "I just need tomato juice, some soy sauce, and some peanut butter." "A Vaughn family recipe." "Okay, I'm gonna throw up now." "What?" "The native Americans licked their own spit to cure a hangover." "Sicilians eat dried bull penis." "Stop talking." "Just get dressed." "I'll wait outside." "The Germans " "I can't hear you." "The three men dead are Joseph Bernard, deputy director of the FBI for domestic ops, along with his security man, and Colonel Alexander Hatcher, former head of intelligence for the U.S. central command in the Middle East." "Hatcher?" "He's been retired for " "Five years." "How do they know each other?" "Bernard was in army intel before he went to the FBI." "Hatcher was his commanding officer." "So, the meet was social?" "FBI regs are that Bernard should put all meetings on the books, even social." "This one wasn't." "Okay, if you look at the bottom right of the surveillance video, you see a shoulder." "Yeah, that has to be our shooter." "The camera on the adjoining corridor that would've seen this guy was switched off." "A few seconds later, this one goes dead, too." "Someone cleared his path." "Exactly." "The waiter has no record of strange political affiliations." "D.C. Metro interviewed him, and he claims he left the room at 9:15 and didn't notice anyone in the hallway." "Oh, whoever did this has mad skills." "The hotel's key-card system was wiped clean." "And our crime-scene team found no prints, no shell casings or fibers, and no DNA other than the victims'." "I'm in their system now." "Wait a second." "You see somebody?" "Yeah." "Think I got him." "Gabriel, do you recognize him?" "Who is it?" "It's me." "One of our nation's most decorated soldiers." "He's a hero, and now our country's most secret weapon." "Gabriel possesses a rare genetic mutation that allowed us to implant a microchip in his brain." "We connected his mind directly to the information grid." "It's something the chip does that nobody expected." "I can create a virtual snapshot of an event in my mind and then walk through it." "It's like a virtual evidence wall." "At U.S. Cyber Command, we created a highly specialized unit around him..." "Satellite in five." "...and assigned an agent to protect him." "Run!" "He's the first of his kind -- the next evolution of intelligence." "Status report." "The chip's functioning within normal parameters." "No anomalies that we can find." "That you can find?" "The hell does that mean?" "Nothing." "It doesn't mean anything." "You don't think I did this." "No." "Of course not." "I didn't kill anyone." "No one here thinks that you did." "But the director of national intelligence is on his way over, and he will need us to prove that." "So right now, I need everything we know out on the table, starting with where you were last night." "He was with me." "All night?" "Shut up." "No." "Not like that." "Grabbed dinner and a beer after work, then I went home and Riley went home." "Uh-huh." "Separate homes, like we always do." "Then you were alone." "No witness to corroborate?" "Corroborate what?" "Your alibi." "Why would he need an alibi?" "He obviously didn't do this." "Lillian." "What is it?" "You're not answering your phone." "I had a headache this morning." "A headache?" "You're supposed to report that." "What kind of a headache?" "The kind you get from drinking too much." "Is that true?" "I don't know." "Y-yes, I guess so." "You don't remember anything about last night, do you?" "Lillian." "What is it?" "What the hell is going on?" "Agent Neal, remove your hand from your weapon now." "Adam!" "I'm sorry, Lillian." "Agent Vaughn, on your feet, please." "Are you charging him with something?" "For now, we're calling it protective custody." "We're keeping our asset safe." "Yeah, this feels real safe." "Outrageous doesn't begin to describe it." "You're well aware of the mechanisms in place for events like this." "Checks and balances, yes, I remember." "I also remember such a thing as courtesy." "Courtesy?" "Courtesy would be sharing your lab results on that video." "After Gabriel saw himself on the render, your people analyzed the video and confirmed what he did." "And how would you know that, Jeff?" "Are you spying on us again?" "I know that because our analysis came up with the same thing." "Now, there are only two scenarios, as far as I can tell." "The first is that Gabriel went to the Windall Hotel, sentient and premeditated, and killed those men in cold blood." "Ridiculous." "What motive could he possibly have?" "Until five years ago, colonel Hatcher was the deputy commander of CentCom." "So?" "So, he led the response team after the attack in Mumbai." "He let the man who killed Gabriel's wife escape." "How's that for motive?" "You said there were two scenarios." "What's the other?" "The chip was hacked and Gabriel was operated remotely by someone else." "The chip can't make him do things that he wouldn't normally do." "Some people take a sleeping pill, get up in the middle of the night, do all sorts of things they wouldn't normally do." "But they're not remotely operated." "Gabriel is not a robot." ""Because the proposed chip" ""would utilize advanced optogenetics" ""to convert computer code to brain signals and back again," ""there will always be a risk that a malicious hack could enable a dissociated cerebral action."" "In colloquial terms, the subject could, in theory, be remotely operated." "That was written 10 years ago in a classified report entitled "The Potential of Clockwork"" "by Dr. Shenandoah Cassidy." "Explain to me what a dissociated cerebral action is." "A hallucination whereby signals are blocked from certain areas of the brain to the conscious mind." "But this notion that the chip could be hacked and Gabriel could be made to commit a murder, that's scientifically impossible, correct?" "What are we dealing with?" "The program is still in beta, Lillian." "We're learning things every day." "Is he under someone else's control?" "You'll recall we built a very robust firewall." "Just answer the question." "It's within the realm of possibility." "The truth is, we just can't know for sure." "I'm sorry." "I know that must've been hard for you, Agent Neal." "What's hard is seeing how little loyalty there is." "Loyalty?" "That's an interesting word." "What does it mean to you?" "Support." "Dedication." "Commitment." "What's that saying at the secret service?" "90% to the client, 10% to the problem." "All due respect, sir," "I don't consider Gabriel my client." "I consider him my partner." "I've sat across from a lot of men who weren't willing to confess, but eventually, they all come around." "Except this isn't some black site in Djibouti and I'm not an 18-year-old kid you dropped in a hole for two weeks." "You think your parlor tricks are gonna save you here?" "No, I don't..." "but I do know one thing." "What's that?" "Judging from your files, you're more likely to have committed this murder than I am." "Do you know that when Lillian first brought your file to me and asked me to take it to the president," "I had serious doubts." "Your experience and bravery certainly weren't in question, but you were young and you were a woman." "I had concerns about the possibility of an emotional bond forming between the two of you." "Lillian nearly took my head off, said I was being sexist." "I also had concerns about the fact that you killed your stepfather." "He was my mother's boyfriend." "You were 15 years old, yet you didn't hesitate to put him down." "Not true." "It's not?" "I hesitated." "That's why the first bullet missed." "I've never made the same mistake again." "At the time, you claimed it was self-defense." "It was." "Truth is... you were defending someone else -- your mother." "What is your point, sir?" "That protection was always in your blood." "Makes me wonder... how far would you go to protect Gabriel?" "Do I need a lawyer?" "Yes, you do." "But first, you have to pass a polygraph." "If it's any consolation, I don't think you did it -- not consciously, anyway." "This is insane." "I should be out there right now finding answers." "You're not going anywhere." "And you're not going anywhere because you're a dangerous weapon that can't be controlled." "As far as I'm concerned, you'll have that chip ripped out of your head before you walk out of here." "I had a feeling you were gonna say that." "Sorry." "Code red." "Gabriel Vaughn has escaped." "Get in." "Riley, what the hell are you doing?" "Do you want to go to prison or you want to get in?" "Hey!" "Hey, you!" "Stop!" "Stop where you are!" "You still doubt this man is out of control?" "Yes, I still doubt it." "Well, my team will be weapons hot." "You took a punch, Jeff." "Get over it." "I'll get over it when your cyborg is in a cage." "Oh, and how long would you propose keeping him in this cage?" "For the rest of his life, like any other murderer." "Easy, now." "We're still not sure Gabriel did this." "Oh, it no longer matters whether or not he's guilty." "Is that so?" "He ran, which proves the president's greatest fear, that you cannot control and contain the asset." "But I can and will." "I'm sorry, Lillian, but Jeff's right." "The president expects absolute compliance." "These are my people." "I can bring them in." "They were your people." "As of this moment," "Lillian Strand has been removed from her command until further notice." "DCI Jeffery Tetazoo is now acting head of Cybercom." "As such, he will be leading the manhunt for Gabriel Vaughn and Riley Neal." "You will all give him your complete loyalty." "Do I make myself clear?" "Director Tetazoo, C-Doc is yours." "Even with the considerable technological might of Cybercom," "Gabriel will have the advantage here." "But I'm going to rely on the doctors Cassidy to ensure that any advantage is minimized." "Let's begin by re-deploying all mid-Atlantic drone and satellite coverage to the D.C. area." "I want every piece of silicon inside the D.C. Metro area monitored " "ATMs, traffic systems, all of it." "I want I.P. addresses accessing those systems recorded in real time, and any anonymized protocols are to be flagged immediately." "If Gabriel tries to get eyes on something," "I want to know about it." "You'll all put aside whatever personal feelings you have and do your jobs." "Any noncompliance will be dealt with swiftly and with extreme prejudice." "Let's get to work." "Lillian." "It'll be all right." "So, this is happening." "Easy." "Do we have a problem here, Agent Jameson?" "No." "There's no problem, is there?" "Nope." "I just have one question so I'm clear." "Is there a force protocol on this mission?" "Force protocol is echo-foxtrot for both the asset and his accomplice." "What the hell does that mean?" "It means the acting director of Cybercom doesn't care if he brings them in dead or alive." "This should keep the S.U.V. out of satellite view." "What about GPS?" "I disabled it when we left Cybercom." "You have practice being a fugitive?" "Plenty of practice hunting them." "So, now what?" "Keep out of sight till I can figure this out." "Until we figure it out?" "You're going back, Riley." "Back where?" "I'm the one they want, not you." "Well, it's a good thing I don't work for you, otherwise, I'd have to follow your dumb orders." "I'm not gonna let you throw your career away." "As we cover up the getaway car I just drove?" "Good point." "I have no regrets." "No?" "You went from protecting the president to riding in blind with a malfunctioning robot?" "Ow!" "Robots don't say "ow."" "You're not a murderer." "I saw what I saw." "I'm on that tape." "It is a very sophisticated frame job." "We both know it." "Do we?" "Yes, we do." "Well... we at least have to consider the possibility." "I can't remember anything from that night, and we both know the chip can be unreliable." "But you are not the chip." "You're a man." "A man I trust more than...any other." "Look, president Reagan, he was shot at the Washington Hilton." "And for months afterwards, there was a man who paced the sidewalk where it happened." "He was a secret service agent who was investigating the case." "If we want to figure out the truth, there's only one place to go." "The scene of the crime." "We have to go to the Windall Hotel." "No, I better not." "You know, one of the nice things about bourbon is you don't actually have to drink it to enjoy it." "Sometimes just holding it in your hand can be comfort enough." "Plus, what else do you have to do?" "Nice." "Removing me was a mistake." "Nobody knows Gabriel like I do." "I can bring him back safely." "What are you hearing?" "Nothing." "Are you lying to me?" "Yes." "Truth, dad." "Am I out?" "It's not clear yet." "The Clockwork program's always been vulnerable." "For those in the know, the science is frightening, the power is breathtaking, and the budget's astronomical." "That all adds up to a target on your back." "Well, this is personal with Tetazoo." "He's been out to get Clockwork since day one." "Get up off the ground already." "You know, dad, I didn't come here for a lesson." "I came here " "For what?" "You need a hug?" "No, I don't need a hug." "Good." "Then start doing what I taught you to do." "How?" "They kicked me out." "So what?" "Did they give you a lobotomy?" "You don't need permission to ask questions." "I am asking questions." "No, you're not." "Not the right ones." "You're too close to Gabriel and Clockwork to see past any of it." "On the other side of it is your real target." "That's where your brass ring is." "The murders." "A former military intelligence officer who once had access to our most sensitive middle east intel has an off-book meeting with the deputy director of the FBI." "Why?" "We need to find a vehicle." "A minivan is not a vehicle." "Look at the window." "There's an on-sat system." "You can chip it." "You really want to steal this?" "Well, borrow." "And, you know, on the list of felonies that we've committed today, grand theft auto, it's way at the bottom." "When we're finally found and arrested, you want everybody to know we stole a minivan?" "Can't we find a mustang or something?" "Bad karma." "Hello, Gabriel." "Goodbye, Gabriel." "And good luck." "Before we start, you all need to know that just sitting here with me can land you in prison." "If you get up and leave right now," "I would completely understand." "Hey, folks." "Can I get you anything?" "A chocolate shake." "What?" "They make a mean milkshake." "You've been here before?" "Nope." "They're really good." "Strawberry for me, please." "Vanilla." "Butterscotch." "Coming right up." "Incidentally, I've committed a felony already today." "Gabriel may have popped up on the grid." "Shh." "Someone had an agenda here." "This wasn't just an assassination." "But how do we know that?" "Because there are easier ways to do it, even without the Gabriel component, if there is one." "It's a D.C. hotel with an advanced security system, not to mention 300 guests coming and going." "Sorry." "Look... three things get you killed in our business -- who you are, what you know, or what you have." "Hatcher is not in the game anymore, which makes him the mystery, not Bernard." "Could Hatcher have been working some covert op we're not aware of?" "No, his name doesn't appear in any roster in any of the 3,000 registered organizations in the U.S. intelligence community." "On the surface, Hatcher isn't important enough for someone to go to all this trouble to kill." "That means that he either knew something or he had something that made him important." "Jameson and I are gonna figure out what that was." "What about us?" "You and Nelson are gonna figure out how it's possible that Gabriel's face is on that tape." "Guys... what if Gabriel did do it?" "Weatherly and Tetazoo may not be affording him the presumption of innocence, but we owe him at least that much." "All right." "I'm gonna call in sick tomorrow." "No." "You will go in and you will report to Tetazoo -- all of you." "As long as you're on the inside, we'll have access to everything we need, and you'll know when Tetazoo is close to finding Gabriel and Riley." "Dare I ask... you heard from him?" "No." "But if I had to guess I think they're doing the same thing we're doing." "Don't worry." "Nobody can see us." "I'm running a loop on those right now." "In the cyber render, I was standing here... waiting." "So, the security guard was the only one in the room who was armed." "He never drew his weapon." "So he was the first one shot." "He was standing over here, so that means shot came from about here." "So whoever it was... was standing right in front of Hatcher." "He was opening the champagne." "So, the shooter puts one in the back of the only other gun in the room, turns to Hatcher, close range -- one right under the chin." "Bernard would've been next." "How tall was Hatcher?" "5'8"." "My height." "You." "Just took out the security guard, your gun's raised." "You turn, quickly shoot Hatcher." "Look at the trajectory." "You would've had to have been crouching." "You're too tall." "It couldn't have been you." "Well, if it wasn't me, how did I end up on that video?" "I'll put on a pot of coffee." "Gonna be a long night." "We need everything we have on digital video camera, technology, CCD chips, video comp" "I'm on it as soon as I make a sandwich." "You just ate." "Ooh!" "Do you have any Havarti cheese?" "I just love..." ""Tidy up the workshop"?" "Excuse me?" "Whose handwriting is this?" "Dad." "Stay back." "Aah!" "Ahh!" "Evening, boys." "What are you doing here?" "Are you guys okay?" "We were so worr" "Nelson!" "Stay where you are." "Doc, what's the matter?" "What's going on?" "On August 1, 1973," "I kissed a girl under the Asbury Park boardwalk." "Okay." "Good for you." "What are you talking about?" "What was her name?" "I'm confused." "Are you okay?" "What was her name, Gabriel?" "Loraine." "Her name was Loraine." "Is that the right answer?" "Yeah." "Thank God." "It's you in there, isn't it?" "All me." "I'm sorry, guys." "I had to be certain." "That name has never occurred in any database." "I've never written about it, I've never spoken about it except to Gabriel one night six years ago when I'd, uh, had a little too much champagne." "August 1, 1973?" "That's the day you married mom... whose name's not Loraine!" "It's a long story..." "I'm sure it is." "...which we will talk about some other time." "Boys." "Can we focus?" "Look, Gabriel didn't do this." "No." "Of -- of course he didn't." "No, he couldn't have done it." "We just walked the crime scene." "The math doesn't add up." "The shooter was much shorter." "That's terrific." "Wait a second." "Stop." "What about the video?" "The hard drive that the image was stored on was never altered or tampered with." "Is it possible the incoming image was changed before it reached the hard drive?" "Doc, what is it?" "Stupid." "Stupid!" "Yes!" "The security camera uses a CCD sensor." "Each pixel on that sensor is represented by a P-doped mos capacitor." "When light hits the sensor, the photons -- Doctor." "Any chance of this being in English?" "Right." "Right." "English, yes." "All right." "Um, the pixels." "The pixels are really just an electronic pulse." "Theoretically, each pixel could be individually modified to display a different image than the one represented by the incoming photons." "Dad, for the love of God, just get " "There's no other way to say that!" "The trick is it would take enormous speed and processing power to do it in real time." "His chip is probably the only one that can do it, and why would he frame himself?" "No." "His chip is not the only one that could do it." "Oh, my God." "Mei Chen." "We have to find her." "How?" "Doc, I need you to lower my firewalls." "No." "No." "Absolutely not." "The last time we lured Mei Chen into one of your cyber renders, we almost lost you." "If we can't prove that Mei Chen framed Gabriel, we've already lost him." "Okay, kids." "Proxy server's deactivated." "Moving to the application layer." "Filtering is now partially disabled." "Isn't this the part where you tell me what a bad idea this is?" "And then you ignore me and do it anyway." "Oh, my." "Guys, can we just do this already, please?" "Stateless firewall's down." "All right, your chip is now vulnerable to infiltration." "Lord help us all." "No sign of Mei Chen." "What else can you do to lower my defenses?" "One more layer." "Dad." "Just..." "The trick is leaving you exposed enough to lure her in but not so unprotected that she can actually compromise the chip." "Don't worry, doc." "I know how to get her attention." "I was afraid you'd forget about me." "Framing me for murder's a nice way to remind me." "I missed you." "Why'd you do it?" "It's just business." "Nothing personal." "Business?" "So someone paid you to do this." "I don't do anything for free, except this." "The walls you try to put up between us are so artificial." "We're the same, you and me." "You murdered three people in cold blood." "In one reality, yes." "Is there more than one?" "You tell me." "We're too powerful for them." "You're too powerful." "Which is why they can't let you survive." "Look how quickly your friends turned on you, and now they're hunting you." "I'm the only person on earth you can share this with." "This reality is one we're making." "Just the two of us." "You're inside my mind right now, and I'm inside yours." "Can you ever share something like this with her?" "Don't you get lonely, Gabriel?" "Yes." "I can give you everything you want." "I can show you things you haven't seen yet, things that you can do that they haven't told you about." "Got her." "You didn't leave me with much of a choice." "You don't want me as your enemy." "Not now." "You framed me for murder." "That doesn't exactly make us friends." "There are things you don't know." "What things?" "Excuse me?" "What things don't we know?" "Let me go, and I'll tell you." "I've never been a gambler, but that sounds like a pretty bad bet." "Well done, Gabriel." "I don't know what you did to distract her, but you kept her from sensing our trace." "Riley has her." "I know what you did." "You dropped some sexy on her." "I expect copious details." "It's for science, dad." "Has he told you about our renders?" "No." "No." "I suppose he wouldn't." "Spare me." "Let's just say he's more carnivorous than I was expecting." "I hate to disappoint you, but he was playing you." "No one plays that well." "What can you tell me about the flood?" "The flood?" "It's an Iranian program." "Hatcher was obsessed with it." "Pretty much cost him his career." "Why don't I know anything about it?" "Because it's a myth." "Three people were not murdered because of a myth." "Yes?" "Lillian, it's Gabriel." "Gabriel." "It was Mei Chen." "Mei Chen?" "She's the one that killed those men and framed me." "And, Lillian, we have her." "Well, bring her in." "No." "What do you mean?" "Why not?" "I'm not gonna risk handing her over to Tetazoo." "Understood." "Chandler Square." "Can you meet me in an hour?" "I'll be there." "Alone, Lillian." "Of course." "Agent Jameson!" "If you click "send" on that phone, you will spend the next 20 years in a concrete box." "Back in the early '80s before he ran intel for CentCom," "Hatcher was a field agent with defense intelligence." "He apparently became fixated on the flood." "What is it?" "It's the Loch Ness monster," "Bigfoot, alien abductions." "It's a legend, like any other, whispered in dark, smoky rooms by old spooks." "I guess we're in a dark, smoky room with an old spook." "Okay." "During the Iran hostage crisis in 1979, we started hearing rumblings of a crazy idea bubbling up through the Iranian savama." "That was the name of their intelligence agency then." "The idea was to insert sleeper agents in U.S. society." "Like the Soviets." "With one key difference -- recruitment." "The Soviets always recruited from within their borders and attempted to teach their people how to blend in with our society, often with disastrous results." "Supposedly, the Iranians had a novel idea -- recruit in America." "Find people who either were sympathetic to Iran or who could be made sympathetic by fulfilling certain financial needs." "Did it ever come to fruition?" "Unlikely." "Well, what if Hatcher found proof of this myth and it got him killed, along with the deputy director of the FBI he was turning it over to?" "I'd say that's a big leap." "We're in the business of big leaps." "You taught me that." "I'm gonna bring my people in along with Mei Chen." "She won't cooperate." "I'll make her cooperate." "Rooster you be careful." "There she is." "Looks like she came alone like we agreed." "Good." "So, how do you want to do this?" "Stay close, keep an eye on her." "I'll check in with Lillian." "You're making a tragic mistake." "You think you're one of them." "You're not." "You're just a piece of hardware to them." "You didn't have to be so alone." "You made that choice." "No, I didn't." "Someone else made a choice to put this in my head -- your heroic Dr. Cassidy, remember?" "He chose to save his own life at the expense of mine." "Your mind is spinning along with that uniquely American moral compass you're all so proud of." "That's enough." "Let's go." "She's not alone." "Shut up." "It's a trap, Gabriel." "Look at me." "This is a trap." "I'm not picking up any radio transmissions." "Gabriel... she knows you." "Remember?" "This doesn't feel right." "Gabriel!" "Find that shooter!" "I want him alive!" "You were set up on me!" "What did you expect?" "Call them off!" "Why are you shooting at him?" "!" "That wasn't us." "You expect me to believe that?" "Call them off!" "It wasn't us, Lillian." "Doesn't make any sense." "Why would Lillian " "He's not going to make it." "He is going to make it!" "We're checking rooftops right now, sir." "No sign of the shooter." "What about Gabriel?" "Negative, sir." "Find them." "Remember -- no radios, nothing electronic." "Go." "Gabriel." "Gabriel." "We can't stay here." "It's not safe." "How did you know?" "How did you know they'd fire on us?" "You don't get it, do you?" "There were two shots fired." "The last one was meant for you." "How did you know?" "How did I know the government would turn on you?" "Who do you think hired me?" "I was hired to kill those men and frame you for it." "Hired by your own government." "That's right." "This is bigger and more insidious than you can possibly fathom." "Who hired you, exactly?" "Give me a name." "We're on the same team now."