Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Clemmons] Madam Secretary?

- [silenced gunshot] - [body thuds]

Driver's license, please.

I got some new ink.

[overlapping panicked screaming]

- On me. Move. - [explosion]

- [gunshot] - [grunts]

No sign of the shooter.

- [insects trilling] - [owl hoots]

...I had nothing do with it.

Roadblocks and checkpoints?

[gunfire continues in distance]

[Reece] Oberon Analytics.

They're not. They're heroes.

Murder is murder whether or not you got paid for it.

And what did he mean, "resolve it"?

♪ And curse my soul ♪

And there was nothing about Admiral Pillar

♪ Blackened pride still burns inside ♪

In the first story, you made a decision--

it adds fuel to the fire.

[Mac] Thought we were gonna keep a low profile, guys.

Everything in my story has been corroborated.

[clattering and thumping nearby]

- There wasn't time... - How much time does it take to say "abort"?

The last account. Oberon Analytics.

Rumor has it there's a northern swell

♪ So we'll have each other ♪

Let's finish the list.

- we have an obligation to intercede. - [Mac] Hmm.

[thunder rumbling]

Decamps with Talos contractors

but if you kill her now, it'll be murder.

[lights clanking]

I'll see you on the other side, Ben.

- Why couldn't you help them? - Comms were down.