"We've tracked his movement patterns," Locke said, pointing at the screen. "Every 'attack' happens within a mile radius of the same neighborhood."
"So he's nesting," Briggs said.
"No… he's lost. Scared. Like he's trying to hide from himself."
"The CIA believes he's a rogue asset."
"Your CIA created half the rogue assets in this country."
Briggs stared.
"How dangerous is he?"
Locke clicked to the next slide.
Photos of broken bodies.
Smashed weapons.
Perfectly executed escape routes.
"He's lethal," she said quietly. "And I don't think he knows he's doing any of it."