He's setting up a very select mission; those guys were there for the money. (This is how I'm rationalizing it in my head.) I once saw a very interesting graph involving secrets - the more people who know them, the faster they escape; there was a direct correlation. Anyways, if Finch saw the same graph (or had any…

...usually people hate me right around now... ;)

"Must be in the cleaners."

Eh, social security number, serial number... same dif, for the most part.

They were nothing more than thugs for hire who had no idea who he was? I imagine he'd know where to find the ordinary sort of muscle, as well as the special sort he picked up in Reese...

I'm kind of shipping Carter and Reese right now.

Oooh, Simon Baker? Will be checking that out.

I've heard they can stun prey with their snout, that they sometimes do this bludgeon-like blow first and then coil around pretty quick to suffocate them. But I can't cite sources.

No badgers here? Really? Not a single badger?

Awareness is the first step.

Everyone's done the walking hand thing, pretending it was a critter.... When the walking hand showed on screen, even though there was absolutely nothing shown on the top that would indicate what it was, it clicked in a way the rest of the images didn't. Ass though those took effort to see properly but that one didn't.

Kickstopper, we have a priority tasking for you...

There's a phenomena that occurs with some metals which might apply here - it's called whiskering, and it's where metal atoms rearrange themselves and form fine filaments at right angles to the exposed surface of the metal. [en.wikipedia.org](metallurgy)

Frickin' president's daughters, always getting into trouble with gangs of armed thugs. Also, has anyone explored why presidents all have daughters? Has any president ever had a son? Are men with female-trending sperm more likely to seek politics?

I didn't smile but part of me was grimly amused. It's such a bloody ridiculous, stupid, awful situation, there's no possible sane response to it.

Ahhhh, the old law of buttered cat.

The Ood were in writing; I didn't comprehend much they said out loud. :) Although the fact that I was paying enough attention to notice? Possible ought to make me sad. :(

There was the swirly thing with the vaguely Dr-Whois theme song. And the Ood get a mention, near the end.

This reminds me of the description of the virtual universe telepaths inhabit in "Emerald Eyes".

...suddenly the pitfalls of emotional intelligence in Robots mingling with the 3 laws has a whole new meaning. Wow.