As the team geared up in the armory, Deeks checked his Sig Sauer, catching Kensi’s eye in the reflection of the glass. The 'thing' between them—the unspoken tension that had simmered since their 'all-in' moment—was palpable.
"Guys, we have a problem," Nell called down. "Those coordinates Sam found? A private security firm just moved a high-value asset there. It’s a black-site transfer, but it’s not CIA." "Who is it?" Callen asked.
The sun beat down on the Pacific Coast Highway, but inside the Mission, the air was cold. sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on a grainy surveillance loop from a shipping yard in Long Beach. NCIS Los Angeles - Season 5
The file contained a single set of coordinates in the Mojave Desert and a name: The Architect.
"It’s ," Eric said, his fingers flying across the keys. "Someone didn't want him in a federal prison. They’re moving him to a private facility to 'interrogate' him about the stolen nukes we thought were accounted for." As the team geared up in the armory,
"You’re late, Agent Hanna," Janvier purred, his eyes glinting with malice. "I was beginning to think you’d lost your edge after our last... session."
"You’re staring again, Sam," said, leaning against the doorframe with a coffee cup that had seen better days. "He’s gone. Sidorov is dead, and Janvier is back in a hole he can't dig out of." "Those coordinates Sam found
The room went still. The nukes from the Sidorov case were supposedly neutralized, but Janvier was a master of the long game. If he had held back a single trigger, he wasn't a prisoner—he was a bargaining chip for someone much more dangerous.