Friday, October 15th, 1999.

0800 Hours - New York County Supreme Court.

"Please raise your right hand and place your left hand on the bible." - The Bailiff instructs, holding a Bible in his left hand.

A man in a navy blue business suit with a white shirt, red tie and slicked back brown hair mimics the instructions.

"Within the New York State Supreme Court, do you swear to solemnly affirm that the evidence to be given by yourself shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God." - The Bailiff recites.

"I do." - The man replies, lowering his arm.

"Please state your name and position of occupation for the court records." - The clerk asks, glaring at the man as her hands are fixated on an electronic typewriter.

"Special Agent Chipperson Oakley, Federal Bureau of Investigation for the New York field office." - Chip states in a monotone expression.

The District Attorney approaches Chip at the witness stand.

"Can you please tell the court your recollection of the events that unfolded on Sunday, September 12th, 1999." - The District Attorney asks.

"I was in lower Manhattan at the intersection of Howard and Broadway when a car bomb detonated in front of the State Public Relations office." - Chip said, recalling the tragic memory.

"And at what time did this car bomb detonate?" - The DA asked.

"Around 9:00 AM." - Chip said.

"And is it correct that you witnessed two individuals exit that very vehicle ten minutes prior to it detonating?" - The DA asks.

"Objection your honor!" - The Public Defender yells standing up.

"Overruled. Continue, Mrs. Maxwell." - The Judge says.

"Thank you, your honor. Can you go into details of these events for us so we may get a better understanding of Mr. Khan's and Mr. Keems position in this attack?" - Mrs. Maxwell asks.

"Certainly. It started at 8:00 AM that morning, I was…" - Chip starts to explain

The Flashback Starts, Recounting the Events of Sunday, September 12th, 1999.

Chip was walking out of the Dunkin' Donuts on Canal Street carrying a tray with two large coffees in one hand and a small paper brown bag in the other. Chip walks up to his partner sitting on the hood of their unmarked black 1986 Plymouth Gran Fury.

"I got the sandwich you wanted with extra sausage." - Chip said, passing the bag to his partner.

"Merci, Chip." - The man replied.

The Flashback is interrupted by the District Attorney.

"Can you state for the record who the man was, that was with you on the day of the attack." - The DA asked.

"He is Special Agent Dale Bouchard; a former member of the Bureau's legal atachés program. He was stationed at the United States Embassy in Ottawa, Canada for five years prior to his transfer to the New York field office on July 17th, 1999." - Chip explained.

"Thank you, you may continue." - The DA said.

The Flashback Continues.

Chip taking a sip of his coffee turns to Dale. "So how are you doing in New York so far, Dale?" - Chip asks.

"Je vais bien, Chip. Never better." - Dale says in a strong French-Canadian accent.

Dale, being positioned in Canada's capital city, decided to take it upon himself to become accustomed to Canadian life and resided in Gatineau, Quebec due to its close proximity to the embassy which allowed him to culturally enrich himself in the French language.

"Do you ever wish you could've stayed in Canada?" - Chip asks.

Dale shrugging, sips his coffee. "Parfois, Chip." - Dale replied.

"You know I don't understand a word you're saying." - Chip said, smirking,

Dale letting out a slight laugh and a sigh, turns to Chip."Sometimes I suppose." - Dale said.

Dale takes another sip of his coffee before setting it on the hood of the car. "So what do we have on the docket today?" - Dale asks.

Chip hands a case file over to Dale. Dale pulls out a pair of RayBan aviator glasses and puts them on to read the file.

Dale reading the file mutters to himself "Un autre ces cas à nouveau." - Dale says slamming the file down the car.

Chip turns in confusion as to what Dale just said.

Chip, looking confused, asks Dale "What was that?" - Chip asked.

"Why do they keep giving us these damn surveillance cases? They do know there are specific people that are hired for this work. - Dale said, flustered at the task at hand.

"Well Dale, if that's all we have to do today than I say we got an easy day ahead of us." - Chip said, trying to reinforce some positivity.

"Fine, but I don't agree with it." - Dale said, getting up from the car.

Chip sighs as he stands up from sitting on the hood of the car. "Alright let's get going, I guess." - Chip says, tossing his coffee cup out and walking alongside Dale as they make their way towards the State Public Relations office.

Chip glancing over at a shifty individual nudges Dale. "You see those two getting out of their car?" - Chip asks, pointing to the two men exiting the still running car.

Dale notices the two individuals and decides that they should approach. "Oui, let's go talk to them." - Dale says, his French-Canadian accent appearing obvious and out of place for an FBI agent.

Dale speed walks ahead yelling to the two suspicious men. "Hé, viens ici." - Dale calls out for them to come to him.

The two men confused at what Dale was ordering started running in an attempt to gain distance between them and Chip and Dale. Dale stops running within feet of the car cursing to himself. Dale pulls out a cigarette.

"Putain de New-Yorkais." - Dale mutters as he puts the cigarette in his mouth.

Just as Dale flicked the lighter, the car exploded, shooting him back a few feet into the road. A car swerves, inches from striking Dale.

Chip runs to Dale to check and see if he's okay. "Dale! Are you okay?" - Chip asks frantically, checking Dale for open wounds.

Dale mutters incomprehensible French words as he grunts, standing to his feet. He scans the area for his glasses to find them shattered and bent on the shrapnel covered ground. He picks them up, staring at the remainder of the glasses then pitches them across the sidewalk.

"Those were my favorite glasses they destroyed." - Dale said, pulling another cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.

Chip baffled by what Dale has just said lets out a sigh of relief. "You were nearly blown up by a car bomb, and you're mad about the glasses." - Chip questions in astonishment.

Dale shrugs, flicking the cigarette out. "What do you want me to say, those were my only pair." - Dale says nonchalantly.

The flashback is interrupted by the District Attorney.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bouchard, you said in your initial testimony that you called in for assistance moments after the explosion. There is no record of you having a cigarette first before calling the crime into your field office. Can you clarify on whether or not you called in the attack moments after the explosion." - Mrs. Maxwell asked.

Dale sitting along the sidelines from Chip, stands up buttoning his blazer. "Oui, je l'ai appelé quelques instants après l'explosion." - Dale replies.

"Sir, please state your answer again in English for the record." - Mrs. Maxwell instructs.

"Yes-I-called-it-in-moments-after-the-explosion." - Dale mocked in a strong French-Canadian accent.

The Judge turns to Dale with a look of disapproval.

"That's enough, Mr. Bouchard." - The Judge orders.

Dale puts his hands up slightly in surrender. "Okay, désolé." - Dale says apologizing.

Mrs. Maxwell turning to Chip prepares for the continuation of the story. "Mr. Oakley, please continue." - Mrs. Maxwell asks.

"Well there isn't much that occurred after that. We didn't have a positive ID on the two individuals right away. There were a few civilian casualties and many were wounded. We initially assisted the wounded until NYFD arrived, then we continued examining the crime scene. We took samples of the shrapnel and sent it in for forensic testing and for evidence purposes. Dale afterwards filled out a case report, we spoke to our supervisor and then we went back to the office." - Chip explained.

"Alright, thank you Mr. Oakley and Mr. Bouchard. That will be all." - Mrs. Maxwell said.

Chip standing up from the witness stand, signals for Dale to follow.

Dale standing up decides to have the last laugh with the snooty District Attorney. "Bonne journée, vous avez surestimé les bureaucrates." - Dale says insulting the court officials.

(Translation: Have a good day, you overrated bureaucrats.)

Everyone stares at Dale in confusion as he walks out. Once outside the courtroom, Chip turns to Dale.

"What did you say to them as we left?" - Chip asks.

Dale lets out a slight snicker and a grin turns to Chip. "I'll tell you in the car." - Dale says.

Chip and Dale drive over to the New York field office where they take their briefcases inside to prepare to be briefed on any forensic data analysis completed by the lab at Quantico.

"Gentlemen, as you all know, the case has been deemed as a terrorist attack. That means, we are running point on this investigation. The NYPD has two subjects in custody, but there is believed by an eye witness source to be a third. Special Agent Bouchard and Special Agent Oakley were the first on scene and will be running point on this task force under the authority of the Director." - Assistant Director, John Williams states.

Everyone nods in agreeance.

"With that in mind, let's get to work team." - John says.