Intelligence

Who the hell is Jin Cong?

Chinese intelligence.

Doctor, you know what you must do now.

Refuse, and I will dig the chip

out of his dead skull myself.

Drop your weapon. Don't do it, Gabriel.

Now, doc!

Want to explain to me

why we're giving Jin Cong back to the Chinese?

We're making a trade.

But please, don't treat me this way.

Nobody else around here is gonna rub that sweet, sweet oil

all over your smelly platens -- nobody.

You two have a fight?

We're supposed to make hard copies

of our TR-9 reports every week.

It's the only time we ever use paper in this place.

But something is not working.

And, yes, it's plugged in.

Hey. How about some help, huh?

Can you do some of that voodoo that you do on her --

you know, a little chip-to-chip action?

You really want me to use a $30 billion piece of technology

to troubleshoot your printer?

If the chip were on the other foot, she'd help you.

Don't listen to him.

"She."

Them again? Really?

Gabriel, it's a D.O.D. security audit.

What did you expect?

This is our gesture-based satellite control console.

With a wave of the hand, you can manipulate outer space.

You're moving one of our satellites across the world?

I'm issuing the command right now.

It'll take a couple of hours till it's actually complete.

The CIA has asked us to monitor north Korea's deployment

of their Sang-O class submarines.

They've been straying outside the 50-kilometer exclusion zone.

So, if it's gesture-based,

how do you prevent unauthorized access to the system?

All of Cybercom's systems

use the same live-tissue palm scan to verify users.

So the computer registers skin conductivity

and subdermal capillary structure

to calculate a 2,048-bit verification.

That means all the people accessing this system

have the appropriate clearances to do it.

And what if a user loses their I.D.?

Susan, the question you should be asking --

"What happens if the user gets their hand cut off

in a freak gardening accident?"

Well?

Agent Jameson. Yes, ma'am?

Let's do a hand count today. Make sure everyone has two.

Hand count.

Two per. Yes, ma'am.

I feel safer already.

Are you seeing this?

At first, I thought

there was a bug in the print driver, right?

But then I realized it started filling

the ring barrier with all kinds of nonsense.

It looks like the registry's corrupted.

Oh, gee, I hadn't noticed.

Is there a problem, gentlemen?

No. There's no problem.

Okay, yes, maybe just a smidge.

Agent Neal.

Let me guess -- you want to see my hands.

I realize everyone hates us before we even get here,

but there is a method to the madness.

Hey, I get it.

You're Big Brother's freelance snitch.

Kind of comes with the territory.

Ouch! "Snitch." Really?

What I meant was you don't need to apologize.

I'm responsible for security myself.

Oh, then you can appreciate the importance

of considering every possible threat scenario.

Of course, just as long as caution doesn't paralyze you

from taking action. I agree,

which is why I'm gonna go out on a limb here

and ask you to let me buy you dinner tonight.

Um...I'm sorry, David. I can't.

Why not?

I'm friendly, age-appropriate, employed.

I just think it would be inappropriate.

Only if you're lucky.

Thanks, anyway.

He ask you out?

What?

You said no?

Probably for the best. He's not the one.

And how do you know?

Oh, does your chip make you a fortune teller now?

I don't need a chip for that.

He's a nice guy, you like him,

but your inner voice says no.

And how do I know when my inner voice says yes?

You just know.

Wouldn't kill you

to have a cup of coffee with the guy, though.

We do need a passing grade.

Guys, I think I need your help.

Bro, I don't know how this happened.

I'm very careful about what I put in my baby!

The entire station is down.

Scanning that now.

It's not just you. It's the whole network.

Lillian? Yeah, you might want to come down here.

Nelson found some kind of irregularity with the network.

Wait, let me see if this will help.

No, that's not gonna work.

Whatever it is, it's aggressive.

How did this thing sneak up on me?

Damn it, where is this thing coming from?!

I swear that wasn't me.

Crossover power is engaged.

Systems coming back online.

Nelson, what's going on?

Honestly, I don't know.

Gabriel, report.

Gabriel, are you okay?

Who the hell are you people?

One of our nation's most decorated soldiers.

He's a hero, and now our country's most secret weapon.

Gabriel possesses a rare genetic mutation

that allowed us to implant a microchip in his brain.

We connected his mind directly to the information grid.

It's something the chip does that nobody expected.

I can create a virtual snapshot of an event in my mind

and then walk through it.

It's like a virtual evidence wall.

At U.S. Cyber Command,

we created a highly specialized unit around him...

Satellite in five.

...and assigned an agent to protect him.

Run!

He's the first of his kind --

the next evolution of intelligence.

Gabriel?

Gabriel, can you hear me?

Comms is reporting an electromagnetic pulse

briefly knocked out our communications grid.

An E.M.P from where?

Systems are recovering.

Oh, crap. I got a level-three violation on the incoming N.I.C.

Lock it down.

Gabriel, do you know where you are?

Something is very wrong with him.

Jameson.

Yeah.

Take Gabriel down to Dr. Cassidy.

I want a full report as soon as you have it.

Okay. Come on. Let's go, big guy.

Whoa, whoa. Easy, pal. We're on the same team, here, all right?

"Same team"? What are you talking about, same team?

Somebody needs to tell me what the hell is going on here!

Gabriel, relax.

I'm gonna take you down to clockwork right now, okay?

"Clockwork"?

What the hell is clockwork?

Get him down to the lab.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey. Be careful with him!

All right, everyone, this is a phase-four security lockdown.

Disable remote access. Take the backup servers offline.

Jameson, transfer satellite control

to n2c2 at Cheyenne Mountain.

Cheyenne Mountain is not responding

- to our transfer request. - What?

They're not responding because they're not receiving us.

Wait, whosever behind the attack is spoofing our station I.D.

And has taken control of our outbound communications.

How we doing on that security audit?

Let me out of here.

Gabriel, you need to calm down.

We're not trying to hurt you.

"We"? Who's we?

Your name is Gabriel Vaughn.

You were a delta force soldier.

Now you work for a top-secret program called clockwork.

My name is Riley Neal. I'm your partner.

"Partner"?

I..kind of look after you...

over you.

We have this...

I can't explain it. We're friends...

And partners.

Uh, you know what I mean.

Are we...intimate?

No! No.

God, no.

I just -- I mean, no, uh, it's not like that.

Why am I locked up?

You're not locked up.

You're in there for your own protection.

Protection from who? You?

From yourself.

Well, I don't plan on hurting myself, Ms. Neal,

so how about you let me out?