War Room. Leader of the Pack and The Man trace Carano's movements through South America. He's still way ahead of them. The Man is all, ready for your date tonight? Jake is all, it's not a date, we're just going to be painting. The Man tells him they know that ADD talks to her dad on the phone, and they need Jake to get that contact information for the NSA. Jake is all, gulp.
Jake knocks on ADD's door, and is stunned when she opens it wearing a slinky brown halter dress. Oof! She looks amazing, and Jake says so. "Are you allowed to paint in that?" Well, the putty has to dry for another day, so she made dinner and opened a bottle of wine instead. "I hope you don't mind that I tricked you." It doesn't look like he minds. They clink glasses, and she goes off to get "the chipotle sauce for dipping." He does a quick scan of the apartment, but she comes back with the sauce and says sternly, "I want you to be honest...is this too spicy?" He loves it. Then they slow-dance to some mellow Latin music. When he's holding her, he nano-scans her PDA and comes up with a phone number for "Papa." She takes her cheek off his and says "it's so cute" when he "scrunches up like that." Jake says, "I scrunch?" Yes, his forehead, when he's concentrating. Then they kiss. Oof!
War Room. Jake tells Leader of the Pack and The Man that ADD's dad called twice in the last nine hours, from San Salvador and Santa Ana. Leader of the Pack traces Carano to his hotel, and says, "When he moves, we move."
Eighteen hours later in San Salvador, Carano's on the move. We're there with the agents, and back in the War Room, the whole gang watches heat-sensor blips move on the big screen. Leader of the Pack wonders where the buyers are for the kaboom device. Jake looks thoroughly worried. The agents in San Salvador want to get Carano and the device right now. Leader of the Pack says to go for it. Then sounds of gunfire ring out in the War Room, and little heat-sensor blips stop moving and cease to be. TWOTOEOTR says, "That's a lot of bodies." The gunshots keep ringing out until the agent in San Salvador radios in. His team has sustained two injuries, three Colombians are dead, and Carano? He's dead too. Worried faces all around, none more so than Jake's.
Back in the lab, Dr. Thora and Jake argue like a married couple. He blames himself for Carano's death. She insists that he was just doing his job, and he had no control over the outcome. Jake says he delivered the information that led to the shoot-out. Then his cell phone rings. It's Arms Dealer's Daughter.