6

April 14, Boston. The city is abuzz with preparations for the Boston Marathon. Boston Police Department Sergeant Tommy Saunders is at the station, having just captured a suspect. He stands in Commissioner Ed Davis's office, trying to persuade him.

Tommy Saunders: (pleading) Commissioner Davis, come on. Let me off the hook for tomorrow. I've got a knee injury that's killing me.

Commissioner Davis: (sternly) Tommy, you know the rules. You're on punishment duty. You'll be working the marathon. No exceptions.

Tommy sighs, resigned to his fate. The scene shifts to the following day, April 15, with Tommy taking his position near the finish line of the Boston Marathon. The atmosphere is festive, with crowds cheering and runners pushing towards the end.

Suddenly, two loud explosions rock the area. The joyful scene turns into chaos as smoke fills the air and people scream, running in all directions. Tommy's training kicks in, and he starts directing people to safety.

Tommy Saunders: (shouting) Move away from the blast site! Keep calm and follow the officers!

Amidst the chaos, a young couple, Patrick Downes and Jessica Kensky, are caught in the blast. Both are severely injured and soon separated by first responders. They are rushed to different hospitals, each requiring one leg to be amputated. The pain and fear are evident on their faces as they are taken away.

Nearby, Steve Woolfenden is also injured. He is separated from his toddler son, Leo, who is crying amidst the chaos. An officer picks up Leo, cradling him and taking him to a safe location, away from the carnage.

Steve Woolfenden: (weakly) My son… where's my son?

Officer: (reassuringly) He's safe, sir. We've got him. Focus on getting better.

after a hour

FBI Special Agent in Charge Richard DesLauriers arrives on the scene. He is briefed on the situation and quickly takes command, coordinating with Boston Police Commissioner Ed Davis.

Richard DesLauriers: (to Davis) We need to secure the area and start collecting evidence. This is now a federal investigation.

Commissioner Davis: (nodding) Agreed. Tommy, you're with us. Start looking for any clues that might help us identify the bombers.

Tommy moves through the debris, helping the injured and searching for evidence. He finds pieces of the pressure cooker bombs and shrapnel, marking the locations for the FBI team.

Meanwhile, at the hospitals, Patrick and Jessica are being treated. Doctors and nurses work tirelessly to save their lives and manage their injuries. The pain is immense, but the determination in their eyes is stronger.

Steve, lying in a hospital bed, repeatedly asks about Leo. The staff reassures him that his son is safe and in good hands. The scene cuts to Leo, being comforted by a kind officer in a quiet room away from the chaos.

Leo: (sniffling) Where's my daddy?

Officer: (gently) Your daddy is going to be okay. You're safe here with us.

Back at the bombing site, Tommy finds a discarded backpack with remnants of explosives. He signals to DesLauriers, who nods in understanding. They are piecing together the clues to identify the bombers.

Tommy Saunders: (determined) We'll find who did this. We'll bring them to justice.

Richard DesLauriers: (firmly) Yes, we will. This city stands strong. We'll get through this together.

The scene ends with a montage of emergency responders, medical staff, and law enforcement working tirelessly. Despite the horror and devastation, a sense of unity and determination prevails. The resolve to find the perpetrators and bring justice for the victims is unwavering.

at the whare house

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Sixteen hours after the Boston Marathon bombing, FBI Special Agent in Charge Richard DesLauriers receives a call. He glances at the caller ID and sees it's Irene Kennedy from the CIA. He has interacted with her before and they have a professional rapport.

Richard DesLauriers: (answering the call) Irene.

Irene Kennedy: (sighing) Richard, one hell of a day...

Richard DesLauriers: (interrupting) What did you want, Irene?

Irene Kennedy: (seriously) It's not what I want, it's what you need. Right now, you need someone who can solve this situation faster.

Richard DesLauriers: (sceptical) How?

Irene Kennedy: (confidently) That you have to leave to me.

Richard DesLauriers: (firmly) You can't act in-country, you know that.

Irene Kennedy: (acknowledging) I know, but you need help. Sixteen hours have passed—enough time for the suspects to cross the country. I'm offering that help.

Richard DesLauriers: (curious) What are you offering?

Irene Kennedy: (directly) My operative from Orion.

Richard DesLauriers: (shocked) Orion? It's on?

Irene Kennedy: (calmly) Already running.

Richard DesLauriers: (resigned) I can't allow you to take over.

Irene Kennedy: (reassuring) You aren't. I'm offering my operative to work for you. There will be pressure building on you after the twenty-hour mark. As far as I know, you've got nothing till now.

Richard DesLauriers: (sighing) How did you know?

Irene Kennedy: (smiling) I have my sources. So confirm whether you want my help or not.

Richard DesLauriers: (after a pause) Okay.

Irene Kennedy: (satisfied) Happy to help you. hang up

An officer approaches Richard and informs him that a person is outside in casual clothes, saying he has been called for. Richard nods and tells him to let the person in. John enters and introduces himself as slade Wilson.

slade Wilson: (extending a hand) Special Agent DesLauriers, I'm slade Wilson.

Richard DesLauriers: (shaking his hand) Wade, what do you need to start?

slade Wilson: (smiling) First, some identification. Second, your analyst team. And third, one kilogram of oranges.

Richard DesLauriers: (confused) Oranges?

Wade Wilson: (grinning) To eat. Keep the blood sugar up.

Richard DesLauriers: (nodding) I'll arrange the ID for you. Officer Ryan here will take you to the analyst team, they're set up further down the hall. As for the oranges... sure, why not.

Wade follows Officer Ryan to the analyst team's workspace. The team looks up as they enter, slightly surprised by slade's casual appearance.

Wade Wilson: (cheerfully) Hello, everyone. My name is Wade that all you need to know . Here's what I need from you: first, we need to review the video footage from the time of the explosion. Priority one is to see if anyone is running away from the explosion while looking over their shoulder. That's our starting point.

The analysts nod and start pulling up the footage. Wade steps forward, watching the screens intently, his demeanor shifting to one of focused determination.

Scene shifts to the analysts reviewing footage frame by frame. The room is filled with the hum of computers and the tension of the task at hand.

slade Wilson: (pointing at the screen) There. Pause it. Zoom in on that guy.

The screen shows a figure running away from the explosion, glancing back. slade leans in closer.

Wade Wilson: (nodding) That's our guy. Now, let's track his movements and see where he goes.

The team works quickly, tracing the figure's path through the city. slade's sharp eyes and quick thinking guide the team efficiently.

Wade Wilson: (to the analysts) Great work, everyone. Keep following the footage. I'll be back.

Wade steps out and heads back to Richard's office, where he finds Richard reviewing reports.

Richard DesLauriers: (looking up) Any progress?

Wade Wilson: (smiling) We've got a lead. Tracking a suspect seen running from the explosion. We'll need to follow up quickly.

Richard DesLauriers: (nodding) Good. Keep me updated.

slade heads back to the analyst room, ready to continue the chase. The team's focus and determination are unwavering, driven by the need to bring the perpetrators to justice.

 Sergeant Tommy Saunders is called to a warehouse. He arrives to find Richard DesLauriers and Slade Wilson waiting for him. Richard introduces Slade as a special officer specialized in manhunt.

Richard DesLauriers: Tommy, meet Slade Wilson. He's a specialist in manhunt operations.

Slade Wilson: (extending a hand) Tommy, I need your help.

Tommy Saunders: (shaking his hand) Glad I can be of help. What do we have?

Slade shows Tommy the photo of the suspect they have identified. Then, they head to the bomb scene they created in wharehouse. Tommy points out which shops have cameras and the timings the suspect should be visible.

The analysts scan the footage, matching and finding the suspect. Eventually, they see the teen with another man. Slade reviews the footage and speaks to Richard.

Slade Wilson: (confidently) 90% sure these are our suspects.

Richard DesLauriers: (nodding) So, two bombers.

Slade gives orders to the analyst team to look through the data and see if they get a match. Richard watches as Slade prepares to leave.

Richard DesLauriers: (questioning) Just like that, you're going to sleep?

Slade Wilson: (unbothered) Yes, boss. Need my sweet sleep.

Slade leaves, and Officer Ryan looks at Richard, perplexed.

Officer Ryan: You're going to let him go?

Richard DesLauriers: (nodding) Yes. He's done enough in two hours. Let him have his rest. You tell the analysts to run facial recognition and find these suspects.

Scene shifts to a 24-hour meeting taking place in the warehouse between the governor, police commissioner Ed Davis, and Richard DesLauriers.

Governor: (frustrated) We have zero hits on facial recognition with this clear picture.

Richard DesLauriers: (explaining) One is wearing sunglasses and it's a bad angle.

Governor: (firmly) Run it through the NSA system.

Officer Ryan: We are using the NSA system.

Commissioner Ed Davis: (suggesting) We need to get this photo out to the public. This could be someone's friend, co-worker.

Richard DesLauriers: (cautiously) Not yet. We have a couple of decent leads, but right now...

Slade walks in, eating an orange, and looks at the commissioner.

Slade Wilson: (nonchalantly) If these are the wrong people, then this sends the wrong message to the public when they find out we're failing.

Slade Wilson: (to Richard) Permission to speak, sir?

The room goes silent as everyone looks at Slade, surprised by his interruption. The governor looks annoyed and think you already are speaking .

Governor: (curious) And who are you?

Richard DesLauriers: (firmly) You're right, Slade. (to the governor) This is Special Officer Slade Wilson, a specialist in manhunts. He's the one who found the lead.

Slade waves to the governor and nods at him.

Governor: (acknowledging) Go ahead.

Richard DesLauriers: (explaining) If we release these photos prematurely and they turn out to be the wrong people, it could be disastrous. And if they are Muslim, we'll be crucified.

Governor: (frustrated) That all sounds very by-the-book, Rick, but we owe people some answers. We can't sit and keep analyzing the data. What does your gut tell you?

Richard DesLauriers: (sighing) My gut says this are the person responsible . But we need more time. I'm not ready to release the photos. Give us a bit longer to work on this.

Governor: (reluctantly) Okay, we'll wait.

Slade Wilson: (clearing his throat) Excuse me, sir, may I have permission to speak?

Everyone looks at Slade, thinking to themselves, "Now he's asking for permission?"

Richard DesLauriers: (nodding) Yes, go on.

Slade Wilson: (thoughtfully) I have a theory. This was done by someone sloppy, not trained.

Governor: (skeptical) How so?

Slade Wilson: (explaining) The bomb was placed on the ground, resulting in smaller destruction. Good news for us, but bad news for them. Now, Commissioner, I have some suggestions. Have police stationed around gun stores. I think they will panic and turn to guns, then try to leave the city. So, bring down the speed limit. This will pressure them.

Governor: (nodding) Talk to other major cities near Boston, mainly New York, to look out for people taking entry and exhibiting suspicious behavior.

Tommy Saunders: (curious) You think they're in New York?

Slade Wilson: (confidently) Yes. They'll either target Washington or New York for dramatic effect.

Richard DesLauriers: (inquiring) Why New York?

Slade Wilson: (shrugging) Just a guess. Now, these are all suggestions. You can do what you want with them.

Governor: (decisively) We'll make sure these are implemented.

Slade Wilson: (to the commissioner) And, sir, have your men on alert. They have another option for guns.

Commissioner Ed Davis: (confused) What?

Slade Wilson: (seriously) Your police officers. Everyone has a gun. They're crazy enough to blow people up, so I wouldn't put it past them to target policemen.

The room falls silent as everyone absorbs Slade's words. They realize the gravity of the situation and the need to act swiftly and decisively.

Richard DesLauriers: (nodding) Alright. Let's get to work.