A few pages back, when the show was in the early stages of free fall, I defended it on the grounds that it is (and always has been) fantasy. But... holy fuck.
The most wanted man in the world travels to Washington DC, sets up shop in a warehouse near the good guys, hatches a plan (if you can call it that) to swap camera batteries for WMDs (wut!?) in broad daylight in the parking lot of a coffee shop. That gets fucked up, unfortunately. So, then, as a reasonable second best, he takes a specific CIA agent hostage by getting into a car accident with her. Why? Well, so that he can convince a triple-crossing terrorist-cum-Congressman (who, evidently, is no longer being surveilled by the CIA) to hand over the serial number to the VP's pacemaker. Why? Well, so that they can remote-hack the guy's heart. Because the VP's heart is connected to the Internet... because he is Robo Cop.
After killing the VP, Abu Nazir's next plan is to chill in the warehouse and eat chips in a barely concealed room. Why? Well, because he's not the sort of guy who would run! (Wut? And why would the terrorist/reporter have specifically said, non-metaphorically, that he would not run away? Was she trying to pwn her boy?) The task force guys apparently sweep the warehouse/chip lair like a half dozen times and don't find the secret room, but everyone seems pretty not-so-worried about it all. Everyone leaves to arrest one of their own guys on a hunch, but it turns out that he just decided to leave the scene without telling anyone because his stitches ripped open. So they all give up. Thankfully, Carrie goes back to the scene and performs well enough in hand-to-hand combat to fuck up Abu Nazir's future of eating chips in the warehouse.