They converged. The chase led from the gilded ballroom to the jagged cliffs overlooking the sea. As the Architect reached for a waiting speedboat, Miller didn't go for his weapon. He went for the signal jammer Sarah had rigged.
"If we miss them tonight," Miller said, grabbing his tactical jacket, "we aren't just losing the cargo. We’re losing the division. D.C. wants a win, or they’re folding us back into the regional offices." CrestfallenFBI: International : Season 1 Episod...
The air in the Budapest field office was thick with the smell of scorched ozone and cheap espresso. Special Agent stared at the digital map of the Adriatic coast, where a series of red blips marked the last known locations of the "Ghost Fleet"—a high-tech smuggling ring that had just vanished from every radar in Europe. "We’re blind," Miller muttered, rubbing his eyes. They converged
"We're still in business?" Chen asked, leaning against the railing. He went for the signal jammer Sarah had rigged
As the sun began to rise over the Adriatic, the local police took the Architect into custody. Miller stood on the pier, the weight of the last few months finally lifting. They had the keys. They had the man.