Palm City Office of the Public Defender, where Dana now works. She complains that she's overworked because her case load is too big. It is her opinion that Ark is turning Palm City into a police state, which is resulting in a giant pile of cases for everything from public urination on up. Her boss, Travis, claims that the crime rate is way down, which you'd think would mean fewer cases to deal with, not more. Dana looks through the files, and notices that the guy who was arrested for public urination was at the train yard. Yes! That train yard!
Peter Fleming has agents out looking for his missing daughter. It's pretty obvious that it's going to be Orwell, right? Okay, I just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page. Marty enters to announce that they have a lead on Orwell. Well, almost a lead. Sort of. No, it turns out they had a lead to a place where Orwell had just been. Fleming complains about news articles about how evil he is. Curse that Orwell! Fleming plans to reroute some military satellites to get some kind of revenge. I assume he's got some larger plan at work, because it seems like a guy who's already got control of the military's satellites could take control of a place bigger than Palm City.
Vince returns to his lair, where Orwell is glaring at him. She's been glaring at the door for hours, I bet. Just waiting for him to get home. She's vexed that he nearly killed a cop, but he says everything's fine. She also complains that he was so sloppy that the Ark people almost got to her. She got away, didn't she? Yes, but she had to leave her groovy pad. Vince wants to know where Orwell got all this money for fancy 3-D holomonitors. She brushes that off and starts to bring up questions about Max. And what about Gregor Molotov? He left a trail of bodies from Berlin to Moscow, you know. And his weapon of choice is the cape. That's weird. Anyway, Orwell can't go back to her old place, so she's going to shack up with Vince. Woo-woo! Vince awkwardly brings up the circus so he can say "You were a kid once" and Orwell can look sad.