Dale Addis was standing in the center of the room, his thumb hovering over a detonator wired to a backpack strapped to his chest. The room was cleared of everyone except the two agents.
“Patience, Agent Zidan,” Briggs countered with a patronizing smile. “I’m here to tell you how he thinks, so you can figure out where he’s going to strike next.”
Special Agent Maggie Bell and her partner, Omar Adom "OA" Zidan, stood near the console, absorbing the grim reality of the situation. “What do we know about the devices?” Maggie asked. [S1E15] Scorched Earth
Back at the JOC, Spencer Briggs stared at the photos Maggie was transmitting. His cocky demeanor suddenly vanished, replaced by an expression of sharp realization. “He’s escalating. He’s not going after another individual. He’s going after a symbol.” “What symbol?” Dana Mosier demanded.
Maggie nodded subtly. “Your father was a good, hard-working man, Dale. He raised a son who loved him enough to fight for him. Don't turn that love into a massacre. Let us help you tell his story the right way.” Dale Addis was standing in the center of
Hours later, after canvassing local hardware suppliers and sifting through mountains of corporate data, a break finally came. Kristen Chazal, the team’s brilliant analyst, called out from her workstation.
The morning light struggled to pierce the heavy, leaden sky hanging over lower Manhattan, casting a grim pallor over the glass and steel of Wall Street. “I’m here to tell you how he thinks,
The scene at the club was chaotic. Maggie and OA arrived just as the building's fire alarms began to blare, panicking the wealthy patrons within. They pushed their way past the fleeing crowd and into the main lounge.