Agent Marshall

Blanchard could easily go undercover at a high school and not even get noticed as the new kid.

And Marshall can't count how many times Gordon still gets asked to show his ID when they go out for drinks.

As for the whole Nepo agent accusation, Marshall got mission lead only because he happened to be getting coffee at the same time as the assistant director.

He didn't ask for it, doesn't really want it, but it wasn't like he could say no to the person who was second in command of the entire site.

That's what he told himself at the time.

Of course, a conversation with his mother revealed most of the truth, a truth he won't share with the others.

On my three, Gordon announces, pulling Marshall from his thoughts.

Rowdy looking hoodie, could be our guy.

Marshall leans out just enough to get a view of the man walking toward the bus stop bench.

Stay sharp, he calls over comms.

Don't spook him.

He's not the one to worry about getting spooked, Blanchard says.

Don't piss yourself, Gordon.

Already freaking har har har, asshole, Gordon says before he stiffens, then relaxes as the guy in the hoodie approaches the bus stop bench, looks about for a moment, then sits down.

Just say the word, Gordon, Marshall says.

Gordon doesn't respond, but Marshall catches just the hint of a head nod from him.

The guy in the hoodie shifts about on the bench for a moment.

Then he reaches up and pulls his hoodie down so he can ruffle his hair, his bright red hair.

Not our guy, Marshall calls.

Wrong hair color.