Charley is back out driving his ambulance again. Wow -- for having been an apparent eyewitness to a murderous rampage, the FBI didn't make him stick around too long, did they? His scanner squawks out some information about a fire at the Connor Compound, and he flicks on the siren and heads over to get in everyone's way. He's relieved to see the charred corpses aren't the Connors, and then happens upon Derek Reese, who, posing as a firefighter somehow, has snuck into the back of the ambulance. Derek fills him in on the search for the bad-ass chess-playing piece of tech known as the Turk. The radio comes to life again, saying something about a stolen vehicle and a hit and run. Charley listens intently, but Derek points out that Sarah could be anywhere. Charley points out that his is a special scanner, one that only alerts him to relevant plot points.
They pull away in the ambulance behind a reporter already doing a live report. The same kind of live report that was NOT happening at a scene where twenty FBI agents were killed, despite much more time having elapsed.
But the report from the Connor Compound has to be on the television screen of one Shirley Manson, who's on the phone with a "Mr. Walsh," asking him if he has it. He does, and it's a "modest little mouse" for $300,000, in his opinion, so it better be able to checkmate Bobby Fischer. Shirley Manson's not interested in his opinion, and tells him so. They arrange to meet in an hour, once Mr. Walsh is satisfied he's "clean," and Manson signs off by telling him, "Bobby Fischer's dead." Mr. Walsh stares at his phone, all "I was just kidding, you moron."
Manson, in her fancy-pants office, buzzes an apparent secretary and orders a meeting of department heads for tonight. "But, ma'am, Justin Tuck is in Palm Springs for the long weekend," says the assistant. Manson waits. "I'll get him back," sighs the assistant.
Having figured out that robotically limping down the street isn't much use in finding the Connors, Cameron stops off in a little corner store for some baby wipes to clean her face. And a staple gun for some impromptu facial surgery. Not too concerned about attracting attention, is she? Meanwhile, Derek and Charley are at the scene of the car accident, finding out that two people fitting the Connors' description are heading south. They pull out. Cameron watches them go.