Fbi- International - Season 1 -

Vo rappelled down from the roof as sirens wailed in the distance. “The van’s occupants are down. No civilian casualties.”

Kellett grinned. “You loved it.”

Forrester cuffed him. “I have an Article 4 agreement with the Hungarian National Police, an active INTERPOL Red Notice, and a helicopter to Ramstein Air Base in twenty minutes. That’s all the jurisdiction I need.”

“Because the fugitive is American,” Forrester replied, eyes fixed on a canal-side café. “And because he murdered a State Department courier in Vienna. That makes him ours.” FBI- International - Season 1

“Locals or hostiles?” Forrester asked.

Forrester made the call. “Jamie, cut off the footbridge. Cameron, take the shot if they aim at civilians. Andre, get down.”

“Hungarian police, stay down!” she shouted, invoking the local authority’s name under the FBI’s international liaison agreement. Vo rappelled down from the roof as sirens

“Remind me why we’re doing Europol’s homework?” she muttered.

As the Budapest police arrived, Forrester handed over the prisoners for extradition processing. He looked at his team—flawed, stubborn, but airtight when it mattered.

Raines emerged from the café, brushing pastry crumbs off his jacket. “Next time, I’d like a mission where I don’t have to pretend to be a Bitcoin millionaire.” “You loved it

Budapest, Hungary – Early Season 1 timeline.

“Good work,” he said quietly. “Let’s go home.”

“You don’t have jurisdiction,” Brenner spat, blood on his lip.