Lin Xia arrives at the Fulton Street address — an unmarked door on the third floor of a building that predates the subway. Elena Vasquez is waiting. So is the name. What she learns in that room changes everything she thought she understood about how big this network actually is.

Twenty-four hours behind enemy lines, wounded, hunted by Iran's IRGC — and then America came for him with everything it had. The most dramatic rescue of the US-Iran war, finally complete.

As Day 36 of the US-Iran conflict grinds on, an American pilot is missing somewhere over Iranian soil — and Tehran isn't rushing to hand him back.

Back in Manhattan with Elena Vasquez's number and Marcus's photograph, Lin Xia makes a call from a payphone. Elena answers on the second ring. She already knows about the shipping container. She's known for six hours. Someone in the DOJ told her.

The air-gapped phone buzzes at 3 AM with coordinates and a warning: Marcus talked. She has four hours. The battery dies — and that's how she knows someone was in her apartment. Red Hook, a shipping container yard, and the sound of something mechanical breathing in the dark.