The trail led them to a derelict shipyard in Annapolis. As Ressler and Navabi breached the north perimeter, the lights didn't just go out—they changed. The Architect had rigged the facility with subsonic frequencies, disorienting the team.
"You shouldn't be here, Liz," he whispered, his voice devoid of the husband she once knew. "Reddington isn't protecting you from the Cabal. He's protecting himself from what you'll find on that drive." The Blacklist - Season 2 ...
Red took a slow sip of scotch. "Because, Lizzie, the Director is losing his grip on the Cabal. When the masters tremble, the servants start stealing the silver. The Architect has been commissioned to build a 'New Eden'—a localized blackout zone where the Cabal can hide their most sensitive assets before the Fulcrum exposes them." The trail led them to a derelict shipyard in Annapolis
"He’s building something, Red," Liz countered, her arms crossed. "Berlin is gone, but the vacuum is being filled. Why now?" "You shouldn't be here, Liz," he whispered, his
Back at the Post Office, Red burned the drive without looking at its contents. "You're afraid," Liz accused, watching the plastic melt.
The task force sat in the dim glow of the Post Office, the air thick with the metallic scent of old secrets. Raymond "Red" Reddington stood by the central monitors, his fedora tilted just enough to shadow his eyes.