Chad Decker, the most influential newsman in the world, meets Anna for some ominous and innuendo-filled sushi. She is eating fubu, sadly not the athletic wear, but the puffer fish with the killer liver. Chad is not overwhelmingly impressed because he's totally dated hot alien chicks before. Well, it was a cocktail waitress at the Martian-themed restaurant in Times Square, but totally the same thing. Anna wants to know why he hasn't gone for any V treatments for his eventual aneurysm. Well, that's an awkward topic for a first date. She also wants to talk about why he hasn't run his very complimentary piece on the V healing centers. He pretends to be a professional journalist with all those ethics and things, but the second Anna makes some veiled mention of living in fear everyday from a potential aneurysm, you can see his journalistic resolve crumble like an Entenmann's coffeecake. Speaking of V health centers, Father Jack is having a bad trip in reaction to the R6. Georgie wakes him up from the dream and takes him out of there.

Over at the FBI, Erica types Kyle's name into a computer and pulls up his address. Hmm. That wasn't very hard. Didn't any of the other 30 agents working on the case consider looking it up? Erica's boss asks her if she has any information and she swears he will be the first to know. Just look it up online, dude! She heads over to Kyle's house, buzzes the door and walks in to the apartment. He has a lot of computer equipment. Also, a really big gun pointed at her head. Luckily, Erica brought Ryan as surprise back up. She introduces herself to Kyle as his only hope for survival. Egotistical much? Anyway, Kyle appears to spend every waking second not building bombs or running guns doing sit ups and he has a vaguely Irish accent because you know the IRA had nothing better to do then train mercenaries for casting purposes on television series (see also, Fiona on Burn Notice). In fact, I am pretty sure the IRA is a lot like that reality television training school. Kyle, being wily, knows he didn't blow up the warehouse and is pretty sure he didn't leave a fingerprint on the bomb-making materials. So Erica proves his guilt by calling up her boss and claiming she got a lead on Kyle's whereabouts in Alien Dale's files. She gives him the address and tells him she will meet him there. With the thumbscrews thusly applied, Kyle agrees to help them. But it will cost cash money or at least the names of the people who framed him. Ryan and Kyle make like a banana and split (I've been reading The Philosophy and Wit of Bugs Meany) and Erica pretends to arrive at the scene in time to meet her boss and the FBI SWAT team with a severe case of escaped mercenary blue balls. Erica pretends to be indignant that her brilliant tip was wasted. God, does she have to do EVERYTHING? Sheesh.