Arriving at the police department, Jake sees Beck's office being turned into a SCIF. Bill looks over at Jake and says, "It's Fort Knox back there." They're installing a thumbprint scanner and all other sorts of cool stuff, and the list of approved thumbs is short. Jake guesses correctly that he's not on it. Bill cheers him up, "If it's any consolation, you now hold the distinction of being the first Jericho sheriff in history who doesn't have a key to the sheriff's office." He grins and slaps Jake's back. It's nice how quickly Bill has recovered his sense of humor since he was locked in a trunk by escaped convicts after his boss was murdered. Bill shows the approved list to Jake, and among all the military personnel is Heather. Jake looks up and sees the lady herself already in the Very Special Very Secret Office. Yep, Beck would definitely want her to have access. A soldier walks into Beck's SCIF and presents him with a briefcase. As Beck unlocks the handcuffs securing the briefcase to the solider, I realize that with this new regime, it's sort of comforting to know that they're still using the handcuffs/briefcase shtick. Like, they're still in touch with their roots and old world top secret traditions. Meanwhile, does anyone do that in the non-Hollywood world? I think if I ever saw a guy on a plane with that sort of stuff going on, I'd get off the plane and as get as far away from him as possible. Because, frankly, I doubt we're talking about orange crop reports any more.

Once the soldier is excused, Beck turns his attention back to Heather and asks how many curfew violations they're talking about. Heather looks at her folder and explains that New Bern has had twelve in recent days, but it's not the amount of violations that bothers her, it's who the violators are. The violators all worked in the munitions factory, and Heather is worried they're getting organized for a revolution. Beck says they'll monitor it. As Heather leaves, Beck calls her back to specifically say, "Thank you." He so wants her. Once Heather is gone, Beck opens his steel briefcase and pulls out a maroon leather binder with the report "Aerial Radiation Survey Data" inside. Cheyenne is into some weird fonts these days. Both the fonts on this report and on the list of approved SCIFfers are odd. Cheyenne is probably inventing their very own fonts because Helvetica is just so United States.