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Dawn finds Jack Colder in his icebox of an office, nursing bad coffee and worse memories, when Kira Ortega walks in without knocking. She's a diplomatic courier "who also cleans," burned by the thing every embassy pretends it doesn't have: a pouch that arrived wrong. The bag she signed for should have been full of paper; instead, it hid a solid-state drive in a military case, warm to the touch, containing a folder of abused children photographed under a basement wall Kira recognizes from two blocks off consular ground. The note beneath the faces is worse than the images: proof in Spanish, auction in English. The name on the office up top is Ambassador Sebastian Ferrer, a man who orders fish when he wants to look austere and keeps a prayer room under the stairs where he thinks no one is watching.
Kira doesn't go to the police, who drink at embassy parties, or the press, who prefer their whistleblowers dead. She goes to Jack, and that alone is enough to draw killers to his door before she finishes her coffee. A silenced pair arrives on the pretext of "lost mail," and the office turns into a tiny killbox: lights out, radiator steam, a torque wrench, Kira's coat around a gunman's throat. By the time the dust settles, Jack knows two things. First, the embassy already knows the courier looked inside the bag. Second, there's no staying neutral after you've knocked out the early shift.
From a flour-dusted alley and a back-booth rendezvous at a diner, Jack and Kira map their way into the consulate's hidden heart. She gives him the anatomy of Ferrer's secrets: the Vara safe under the chancellery stairs, two palms and a keypad for show, damp from the ambassador's sweaty hands; a "visa overflow" basement everyone lies about; and Carlos Miño, the ambassador's driver, who likes football, corner tables, and pretending he isn't complicit. Jack builds the rest of the plan with forged fire-inspection tags, a fake municipal clipboard, and a contact named Ruth who makes clients invisible in plain sight.
While Kira plays the harmless visitor at the visa window, Jack hits the consulate as "late fire inspector," using a doctored hanger and a maintenance jack to pop the prayer-room safe under the stairs. Inside: the resealed pouch and the real drive, still warm, waiting to prove Ferrer is selling access and leverage built on stolen children. Jack swaps it for a twin drive of his own, shoots the scene for insurance, and walks out past guards who see what the credentials tell them to see. Parallel to that, he leans on Carlos in a football bar called Lobo's, trading lines over a replay until the driver admits the truth: he's been helping a man sell what he doesn't own, and he's more afraid of his daughter's questions than of his boss's gun.
By the end of the episode, Jack has the original drive hidden inside a rolled-up newspaper, Kira logged on consular cameras as boring and harmless, and Carlos halfway turned against the ambassador with a napkin full of plates, gate tricks, and van keys. But the move has already woken bigger players: embassy muscle circling diners and offices, a new driver being groomed in a dark sedan, and an auction clock somewhere that might be ticking down to something worse than money changing hands. Jack walks the city with a hard drive under his arm and Kira's "rope" warning in his head, knowing he's now the silent courier of evidence that can burn an ambassador, a buyer, and anyone who touches it.
Kira doesn't go to the police, who drink at embassy parties, or the press, who prefer their whistleblowers dead. She goes to Jack, and that alone is enough to draw killers to his door before she finishes her coffee. A silenced pair arrives on the pretext of "lost mail," and the office turns into a tiny killbox: lights out, radiator steam, a torque wrench, Kira's coat around a gunman's throat. By the time the dust settles, Jack knows two things. First, the embassy already knows the courier looked inside the bag. Second, there's no staying neutral after you've knocked out the early shift.
From a flour-dusted alley and a back-booth rendezvous at a diner, Jack and Kira map their way into the consulate's hidden heart. She gives him the anatomy of Ferrer's secrets: the Vara safe under the chancellery stairs, two palms and a keypad for show, damp from the ambassador's sweaty hands; a "visa overflow" basement everyone lies about; and Carlos Miño, the ambassador's driver, who likes football, corner tables, and pretending he isn't complicit. Jack builds the rest of the plan with forged fire-inspection tags, a fake municipal clipboard, and a contact named Ruth who makes clients invisible in plain sight.
While Kira plays the harmless visitor at the visa window, Jack hits the consulate as "late fire inspector," using a doctored hanger and a maintenance jack to pop the prayer-room safe under the stairs. Inside: the resealed pouch and the real drive, still warm, waiting to prove Ferrer is selling access and leverage built on stolen children. Jack swaps it for a twin drive of his own, shoots the scene for insurance, and walks out past guards who see what the credentials tell them to see. Parallel to that, he leans on Carlos in a football bar called Lobo's, trading lines over a replay until the driver admits the truth: he's been helping a man sell what he doesn't own, and he's more afraid of his daughter's questions than of his boss's gun.
By the end of the episode, Jack has the original drive hidden inside a rolled-up newspaper, Kira logged on consular cameras as boring and harmless, and Carlos halfway turned against the ambassador with a napkin full of plates, gate tricks, and van keys. But the move has already woken bigger players: embassy muscle circling diners and offices, a new driver being groomed in a dark sedan, and an auction clock somewhere that might be ticking down to something worse than money changing hands. Jack walks the city with a hard drive under his arm and Kira's "rope" warning in his head, knowing he's now the silent courier of evidence that can burn an ambassador, a buyer, and anyone who touches it.
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