Aram Mojtabai.

Alex PV's

It's been three hours since I left the post office, the task force is working to catch this bully killer.

Everyone is working hard to find their respective spies, bros me.

Seriously, if everyone had some protocols against these types of people, they wouldn't have to spend so much time.

Come to think of it, I think it's time to find out what the results of the search for the infiltrator are and if he exists in my organization.

With that in mind, I grabbed my computer and headed to my room, arriving there, I found Nez and Frankie lying down with their respective computers.

"Hello, girls!

Is there room for me in this piece of paradise?"

Nez Rowan. "No, go sleep on the couch!"

Frankie. "Um... I might agree, but it's going to be expensive, is it worth it?"

I looked at Nez who didn't even give me a second look and then I answered Frankie. "I'm willing to pay anything, name your price!

I won't even negotiate!"

Frankie smiled seductively, pulled the sheets off her body, and spoke softly. "Alright, we'll talk about the payment later.

Now come and enjoy this paradise!"

Laying on the bed between Frankie and Nez and opening my computer to look at the organization's weekly reports, while I quickly assessed everything, I decided to strike up a conversation. "Nez, how are things with the traitor, is there something wrong?"

Frankie put down her computer and looked at our interactions with great interest. "Are you talking about the informant who reported Reddington's whereabouts to this Anslo Garrick guy?"

"Yes. We suspect there are one or more spies in the Reddington agency or organization.

But just in case, I'm looking for some in our organization."

Nez Rowan. "Um... The one in charge of this protocol is Meg.

You should talk to her, not us.

Goodnight!"

I looked at Nez, I know she won't forgive me for so much, but she treats me like I'm a stranger. "Nez, can you call Meg?"

Without saying a word, Nez sits on the bed and makes the call. "Hello, Meg?

Megan. "Hi Nez, why are you calling me at this time of night?

Don't you know I spent the entire month moving the organization's headquarters to Washington?"

Nez Rowan. "I know, I'm sorry.

I didn't want to bother you, but there is a certain person who doesn't care about us and wants to give you more headaches by starting protocols left and right.

You can already guess who I'm talking about, right?"

Megan. "And why didn't he call me, does he still have my number, or has he abandoned me for good?"

I took the phone from Nez's hand and answered it for her. "I thought we were fine, I remember a very mature and understandable conversation we had!

Someone even agreed to come live with me in Washington!"

Megan. "I'm not okay, but I accepted.

And I like to do drama with Nez, but that doesn't mean I'm in trouble.

If you didn't like it, be more responsible and act according to your age and identity.

It's worth remembering that we're not young anymore!"

And so I talked to Megan all night about various things, and after hours of childish dialogue and bickering, I fell asleep.

I planned to sleep late, but a very insistent phone call got me out of bed. "Hello, speak fast and God help you if I don't consider this call important!"

Lord Baltimore. "It's me, boss!

You told me I was supposed to call you if something important happened, and I'm just following orders!

Please don't be offended!"

I was surprised by her call, Baltimore is a very professional woman and apart from the weekly email reports, she doesn't make much contact with me. "What's up?"

Lord Baltimore. "Someone has kidnapped one of our targets, Aram Mojtabai.

According to the guards, he was kidnapped by Dembe at the apartment door."

I was a little surprised, but it's not hard to imagine this scenario for several reasons. "And how long has that been going on?"

Lord Baltimore. "About an hour ago.

I sent our men to follow Dembe's car but he managed to escape.

The whereabouts of the target, Aram Mojtabai is currently unknown."

"Relax, this is very easy to solve.

Call my safe phone, disposable two."

Lord Baltimore. "Yes sir!

It was my mistake that got us into this situation, my team did their best.

I hope you can set them aside and punish me alone."

I hung up the phone before she unwittingly started a strike on my vigilante team and called Reddington. "May I know what you did to Aram?

What's your problem?"

Reddington. "Hello Alex, good morning!

I was investigating some leads, you know how it works.

Find the money and you'll find the culprit."

Before responding to Reddington's cynicism, I connected my connection to Baltimore. "Fuck off, Reddington.

Aram Mojtabai is a computer genius, he wouldn't leave a trace for old people like you to trace.

Someone is trying to make a scapegoat of him."

Reddington. "I know.

He's clean.

You like him, right?"

Rest easy with this news. "Yes, he's my friend.

An honest friend."

Reddington. "He's clean.

But he's not the only one I'm investing in, and I'm pretty sure who the spy is!"

"Oh? Who is it, I bet it's Donald!

Damn hypocrite!"