Splitscreen. Kiefer sits and covers his face, Olivia thinks about whatever evil plan she just put in motion, and Hodges awaits his fate in his FBI hospital bed.
Jibraan and his brother are cleaning up after their ridiculously early breakfast when their lights go out. Jibraan digs out a flashlight to go check out the fuse box, because apparently the tenants have access to those in D.C. apartments. While the brother's alone in the kitchen, one of the goons appears out of the darkness to grab him. But he gets away long enough to yell Jibraan's name, at least. Nice work, goon. When the brother makes a break for the apartment door and pulls it open, Tony and the Faux-yer are standing out in the hallway with guns leveled at him. The goon clubs the brother down from behind. Too little too late, dude. It must be so hard to find quality help when your employees aren't allowed to know who you are. Jibraan comes out of the back room, just in time to be grabbed by Tony, who sticks his gun in his face. "Keep your mouth shut, no one gets hurt," Tony lies. Jibraan has a lot of questions, and they're rather loud ones, but Tony doesn't feel like satisfying his curiosity at this point. "One more word, I put a bullet in your brain," he threatens. "You understand? YOU UNDERSTAND!" "Yes, yes!" Jibraan says. Apparently those words didn't count, because Tony does not put a bullet in his brain. It's 4:00:00.M. Giant is a Minneapolis-based writer with a wife, a son, and a number of cats that seems to have settled at around two. Learn waaaay too much about him at Velcrometer, follow him on Twitter, or just e-mail him at M.Giant[at]gmail.com.