Jimmy and Agent Torsten had lunch nearby and then parted ways, with Jimmy heading back to the hotel to rest. Although Hughes had asked him to et with Supervisor Lambert today, he hadn't specified a ti; why rush it when he could take a nap and go later, fully rested?
After 2 PM, Jimmy finished his nap and set off for the FBI's Dallas office. Fortunately, he hadn't returned his rental car yet; it would have been a big hassle if he had done so earlier in the day.
Technically, inter-office collaboration within the FBI is permitted. However, it's not a common practice as most offices have their own staff. It only usually happens when there's a shortage of personnel or a lack of specialists in a particular field. More commonly, they would contact either the DC headquarters, the FBI Academy, or the FBI Laboratory, the latter of which is in Quantico, as previously ntioned.
This ti, Jimmy was confused all afternoon about what Hughes really intended by sending him. Moreover, other offices typically preferred to choose senior agents for support. Sending an intern who had only been on the job for a little over a month seed like a sure way to embarrass the Manhattan office, didn't it?
Upon arriving at the Dallas office, Jimmy used his FBI credentials to pass security and enter the building. After communicating with the receptionist, he headed to the Supervisor's office on the top floor.
Jimmy knocked on the door of the office. "Co in." Removing his hat and tucking it under his left arm, he opened the door and entered, finding a middle-aged Caucasian man with a receding hairline sitting behind the desk, dressed in a white shirt.
Jimmy, "Sir, I'm Agent Jimmy Yang from the Manhattan office. Supervisor Hughes sent here to report to you."
Lambert, "Oh, Jimmy, you got here pretty quickly. Please, have a seat."
Jimmy approached the desk and sat down properly in the chair.
Lambert looked at Jimmy and raised his right eyebrow, "Tell , did you offend Hughes?"
Jimmy, "No, sir, I just happened to be on vacation in Dallas, which is nearby."
Lambert waved his hand, "Don't be so serious. We have plenty of ti, let's just chat casually. Did you co to Dallas for tourism? From your look, yes, very Texan, especially the hat."
Jimmy, "Yes, sir, I mainly ca to Dallas for vacation and to see so old friends."
Lambert, "Oh, what friends? Soone nearby?"
Jimmy, "A colleague from the DEA, we've worked together before, just ordinary friends. Sir, Hughes sent to report to you, he ntioned there's a case that I need to assist with, may I ask what case that is?"
Jimmy found it hard to cope, as Lambert and Hughes had entirely different styles. Lambert was more like an old Southern white man, very warm and chatty if he liked you, whereas Hughes was more like County Sheriff Jas, always very conscious about his image, not very talkative, but you always felt they had sothing on their minds.
Relatively speaking, Jimmy was actually more accustod to the styles of Jas and Hughes, possibly because he was sowhat socially anxious. Back in Little Rock, he hadn't had much interaction with many old white n.
Lambert, having seen more of life, seed to understand Jimmy's deanor, "Oh, the case, right. No rush, first find a place to settle down. We have plenty of ti, no need to rush to start on the case today."
Lambert pressed the intercom, "Jessica, co in for a mont."
Soon, a middle-aged Caucasian woman with red hair entered, looking to be at least over 40, "What is it, Lambert?"
Lambert pointed at Jimmy, "This is Agent Jimmy from Manhattan, you arrange his accommodation. He'll be working with us for so ti."
Jessica approached Jimmy, and he quickly stood up to shake hands, "Jessica, Admin Departnt." "Jimmy, agent from the Manhattan office, nice to et you."
Lambert, "Alright, take him with you."
Jessica and Jimmy said goodbye to Lambert and left his office.
Jessica led Jimmy to another office on the sa floor, and well, judging from the location of her office, Jessica's rank couldn't be low.
"Sit." Jessica sat at her desk, with Jimmy sitting across from her.
While operating the computer, Jessica asked, "Jimmy, how long are you planning to stay this ti?"
Jimmy shook his head, "I'm not sure yet, I received a call from our supervisor today, instructing to report to Supervisor Lambert because there's a case to handle, but I still don't know what the case is."
Jessica, "OK, I understand. Then you'll stay at the hotel nearby. So, did you drive here?"
Jimmy, "It's a rental."
Jessica, "A car, anything else you need to prepare?"
Jimmy continued to shake his head, "I still don't know what the case involves, so I'm not certain yet."
Jessica nodded, she logged sothing on her computer, then pulled a card from the drawer under the table, handed it to Jimmy, and took him downstairs. They first collected a car key from another departnt, then arranged for another person to take Jimmy to the basent to pick up the car, and to check in at a hotel about a hundred ters from the building.
Once the procedures were completed, the person who had brought him left, and Jimmy didn't go to his room but instead took his room card and walked back to the FBI building's parking lot. He drove his rental car to his original hotel to retrieve his luggage and check out, then returned the car and took a taxi back to the hotel booked by the FBI, finally settling in temporarily.
Speaking of which, Jimmy's treatnt seed a bit unusual— an access card, a black Victoria Crown company car, and at least a 3-star hotel. Was the FBI's budget in Dallas really that generous? Moreover, Jimmy still didn't know when he would be leaving. Shouldn't they have arranged for a short-term apartnt instead?
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