Jimmy got out of the car and then realized that their motorcade seed quite long. He hadn't noticed it at the airport, but now it looked like everyone involved in the hijacking had been brought over.
Jimmy and Court Police Bill, CBP Brian were in the front, the pilot got out of the car behind them, followed by the co-pilot, two flight attendants, and that patient.
Jimmy was taken to a separate glass office on the upper floor of the building, while the others were all isolated in different offices and detention rooms, it looked like the interrogations were going to take place today.
However, Jimmy and a few others were treated slightly better since they were in offices and could still see each other's locations.
It took at least half an hour before the Chicago office arranged for soone to co and take statents, and the person who ca to record Jimmy's statent seed very young, about Jimmy's age, and he highly suspected that he was just a trainee agent.
Jimmy's case was relatively simple to explain. From beginning to end, he had never t the hijacker face to face, and the collateral damage was the destruction of the airplane lavatory, which shouldn't be a problem after resolving the hijacking incident.
Oh, and the cockpit needed a thorough cleaning. Luckily, Jimmy used a Glock, and after the bullet passed through the head, it didn't have enough kinetic energy to penetrate the front cabin of the plane, otherwise, causing a hole in the plane would have been a huge issue.
After answering, Jimmy was left to wait in the office again. Speaking of which, there were a lot of people in the Chicago office, so why did it seem like there were so few people today? Moreover, why was such a low-level agent assigned to him? This didn't match up with a high-threat incident like hijacking at all.
Jimmy looked around upstairs and downstairs, where there weren't many people in sight. Could it be that the senior agents had all been dispatched to the airport for the investigation? Speaking of which, the other passengers would certainly need to be registered as well. Is it possible they were all at the airport? Maybe they only brought back the relevant people and planned to release the others after a quick questioning.
Jimmy had never investigated a hijacking case before, and he wasn't clear on how long the investigation would take or what processes needed to be followed. Now he could only wait in this small office. Speaking of which, Nia must still be undergoing questioning. Jimmy looked around and took out his phone to call Nia.
Jimmy, "Nia, how are you doing? Have they arranged for you to return yet?"
Nia: "Not yet, everyone needs to give a statent, and I'm still waiting."
Jimmy: "OK, let know when you have any news, my phone wasn't taken away."
Since the place wasn't appropriate, Jimmy didn't continue speaking and hung up the phone. Now, he could only lean back in the chair and zone out. His phone, his gun, and his suitcase were all with him. As FBI agents, and especially as the ones who resolved the hijacking, no one was going to hassle them over these small matters. It wasn't just Jimmy—Bill and Brian were treated the sa, even though the two of them hadn't fired their weapons.
He didn't know how long had passed when he fell asleep leaning against the chair. When the agent who ca in woke him, he almost fell off the chair. An agent in a suit was already sitting opposite Jimmy.
Jimmy, "Sorry, I was a bit sleepy just now."
The agent, "No problem, let's talk. Alexander Macro."
Jimmy, "Jimmy Yang, from the Manhattan office."
Mahong, "OK, Jimmy, coffee?" Mahong pushed a cup of coffee to Jimmy, bought from outside. Not bad, considering the coffee in the FBI office was terribly bitter.
Jimmy, "Thanks."
Jimmy took a sip of coffee, and Mahong took out a notepad and a pen from his pocket and continued, "Let's begin. Jimmy, were you headed to Las Vegas? What for?"
Jimmy, "I just got a vacation, bringing my girlfriend for a two-day trip. Nia Miller, NYPD."
Mahong, "Did you notice anything unusual on the plane?"
Jimmy, "What do you an?"
Mahong, "Unusual behavior, ard personnel, anything that might attract attention."
Jimmy, "Just recognized one or two fellow agents."
Mahong, "But I have a record here that soone was playing a ga of guessing the air marshal with you. I think she's Nia. So, how many did you find?"
Jimmy, "She found three, but I only confird one of them, CBP's Brian. I forgot his last na. The one I found myself was Court Police Bill."
Mahong, "Did you drink?"
Jimmy, "Of course not, it's not my first ti flying with a weapon. I rember the regulations. Are you questioning my professional ethics, or do you see as a terrorist?"
Mahong, "No, no, no, don't be nervous. I'm just trying to reconstruct the entire flight. Now, as an agent, think back, was anything out of place?"
Jimmy, "Stop recording, the following isn't for the record."
Mahong closed his notebook, placed it and the pen into his inner suit pocket, and signaled for Jimmy to continue.
Jimmy, "Two, maybe three people. First, the comatose patient could have been preditated. Second, the person who found the patient having the issue. Third, the flight attendant in first class, sorry, I seem to have always forgotten to ask her na."
Mahong, "Reasons?"
Jimmy, "No need to ntion the first two, they're definitely the pri suspects. The flight attendant, although she cooperated with us throughout, made a serious mistake at the beginning. She actually led soone claiming to be a doctor, requesting entrance to the cockpit. The weird thing is that they really got in, and when she ca out of the cockpit, she didn't seem particularly panicked, only proceeding to contact Court Police Bill in front."
"I had previously inford the flight attendant in the back about my identity, she's called... Julian? I forgot, it should be that. If they had communicated, she should have known that I was right there in first class. Clearly, there was no communication between them about this. I'm also not sure if the airlines would sync the list of the agents boarding the plane with the cabin crew and pilots."
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