Parker walked in, skipping the intimidation. He sat across from her and slid his phone across the table. "I don't care about the snack cakes, Maya. But the guy who owned that locker? He was murdered by people much scarier than a bunch of kids with soldering irons. They’re going to come looking for whatever you accidentally 'liberated' from that secondary unit."
The blue light of the monitors washed over the bullpen, but Special Agent Timothy McGee wasn't looking at code. He was looking at a group of teenagers sitting in the conference room—the "Brat Pack," as the night shift had already dubbed them. They weren't your typical street hoods; they were tech-savvy, bored, and remarkably efficient at bypassing high-level security. Watch NCIS S19E19 The Brat Pack 720p AMZN WEB-D...
As the clock ticked down on the 720p monitor in the lab, the Brat Pack realized that their weekend of "harmless" hacking had just put them in the center of a federal war zone. Parker walked in, skipping the intimidation
Alden Parker leaned against his desk, sipping a Thai iced tea. "And yet, they didn't take the encrypted drives or the prototype hardware. They took… what, Knight?" But the guy who owned that locker
The mood in the room shifted. That locker belonged to a Navy Commander recently found dead in a staged hit-and-run.