INT. - BARNES'S OFFICE to EXT. BARNES'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Kinsey perked as the young technician leaned back from his console and checked his watch. Weird, why would he do that? Didn't matter. She watched him stand, salute Mills and Purcell and walk out of the room.

"Need some software from my truck," he said, vanishing through the door.

Kinsey followed him, more out of curiosity than any real concern. The reopening of the panic room seemed to be taking forever. He ...