[s1e15]: Scorched Earth

Maggie took a slow step forward, keeping her voice incredibly calm and empathetic. “Dale, I lost someone too,” she said, thinking of her late husband. “I know the black hole of grief you are in right now. I know the desperate need to make someone pay. But killing innocent service workers and staff in this building won't give you justice. It will only destroy your father’s memory.” Dale hesitated, his thumb trembling on the switch.

“Good morning, everyone,” Briggs said, dropping his leather messenger bag onto a table. “I looked at the files on my way up. You are looking for a male, mid-30s, highly intelligent but socially isolated. This isn’t about money or politics. This is deeply personal. He feels slighted by the system, and Wall Street is his Goliath.”

“His last known address is an apartment in Queens,” Kristen replied, sending the coordinates to OA’s dashboard. [S1E15] Scorched Earth

Dana accepted the handshake with a small, knowing smile. “We sure do, Spencer. Take care.”

“Patience, Agent Zidan,” Briggs countered with a patronizing smile. “I’m here to tell you how he thinks, so you can figure out where he’s going to strike next.” Maggie took a slow step forward, keeping her

OA instantly moved in, kicking the detonator away and securing Dale in handcuffs as the bomb squad rushed in to neutralize the vest.

Dale Addis was standing in the center of the room, his thumb hovering over a detonator wired to a backpack strapped to his chest. The room was cleared of everyone except the two agents. I know the desperate need to make someone pay

Maggie nodded subtly. “Your father was a good, hard-working man, Dale. He raised a son who loved him enough to fight for him. Don't turn that love into a massacre. Let us help you tell his story the right way.”