Jane closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the reflection in the glass was no longer Alice, or Jane, or even Remi.
Their first case back was a trap, of course. Sandstorm had left a breadcrumb: a dead CIA officer with a cipher branded into his ribs. The cipher matched a tattoo on Jane’s back—one they had never decoded. As the team chased the lead through the underground tunnels of New York, Jane felt a new horror: muscle memory . Her hands assembled a disassembled sniper rifle in twelve seconds. She knew three ways to kill a man with a ballpoint pen. And she didn’t learn these things from the FBI. Blindspot - Season 2
That was the moment the team fractured.
But Jane took the drive.