Justin's bar is the closest bar to the police departnt, and officers liked to have a drink here when they were off duty. The place was already familiar, and now it didn't seem to be a problem to host a retirent party there.
Jimmy, "I understand, I will be there. Thanks, Justin."
Jimmy hung up the phone and only went upstairs after finishing his cigarette. It was a good thing that Jas was retiring; he and Tom had discussed this before but had never ntioned it to Jas. Now that he had considered retirent on his own, it was fine; at least he would not have to be so busy, as people must accept aging.
Jimmy thought for a mont but didn't call back directly. If no one had inford him, it would be too embarrassing to call back himself. Better wait; perhaps they had not set a ti yet.
There was no new developnt in the serial killings case, and Mahong and Philicia were using this ti to familiarize themselves with New York. For the two of them, it wasn't just about getting to know the geography but also the dangerous places in each area, the cri map, various powers involved, the availability of informants, and whether support was available—all of which took ti to understand.
Jimmy had it much better; he still hadn't received Chris's authorization, and even though he was temporarily leading the Homicide Team, in reality, it's as if Hughes had taken over as the team leader, and Jimmy was still just a soldier. He didn't need to worry about informants, deploynt, or anything like that. After a year in New York, he was very familiar with most parts of the city.
However, life always has surprises. Hughes pushed open the office door and said, "Jimmy, co here for a second."
Jimmy looked up, grabbed his coat, and followed Hughes out, standing in the hallway.
Hughes, "Clean up a bit and head over to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau; Chief Watson is waiting for you."
Jimmy blinked, his eyes widening, "Why?"
Hughes, "Just follow instructions, go on."
Jimmy, puzzled, nodded, "I'll tell Mahong."
Hughes nodded, and they both entered the office, "Mahong, I need to go to another agency and am leaving now."
Mahong nodded, and Jimmy opened his drawer to organize and refill his spare magazines and holstered gun before leaving the office with Hughes.
It was odd, why suddenly call him in for support? There had been collaborations with the Anti-Terrorism Bureau before, but they were a branch of the CIA. Although they ca under DHS, the people inside were all proper CIA agents.
Jimmy drove a pool car over. Not knowing what this was about, the toolbox and equipnt bag in the trunk might co in handy.
After flashing his badge, Jimmy entered the Anti-Terrorism Bureau and arrived at Noah Watson's office.
Jimmy knocked on the door, walked in, and sat opposite Watson, "Chief Watson, I've arrived."
Watson, "Welco, Jimmy. Take a look at this first."
Jimmy took a file from Watson's hands. It had a lot of content crossed out with a thick pen. The file looked very familiar, with the sa format as Jimmy's, indicating it was a CIA agent's file.
But the redacted marks were excessive, including the na, address, experiences, and a list of cases in the back, with thick black bars covering the majority of it.
Jimmy skimd the file and then looked up at Watson, "What's the issue with this file?"
Watson, "We have had an information leak here. This person, codenad 'Boxer,' is likely to be the mole this ti. According to current clues, he returned here two days ago, disabled two caras, and between those two caras is a docunt room.
The specific docunts that may be missing are not within the scope of your investigation; what you need to do is trace this person's whereabouts. Keep in mind that even if you co across the stolen docunts, you are not to view or copy the content; these are classified docunts."
Jimmy closed the file, "Why call ? This is an internal matter for you guys; you should be able to handle it, right?"
Watson, "This is New York."
Jimmy, "Even so, your CIA agents should have plenty here, too. I think they would be more suitable for this task than ."
Watson, "No, he is too familiar with our internals. I need soone unfamiliar to investigate. Anyway, stop asking why, I suppose you've already been authorized to cooperate with our operation."
Jimmy sighed. He knew there would be trouble when Hughes called him out alone. It seed they had struck so dirty deal in private.
Jimmy spoke with agitation, "I am entirely unfamiliar with him. This file you've given , besides a na and a bunch of covered-up cases, there's nothing. This photo is old; I have no idea what he looks like now. How am I supposed to find him?"
Watson opened a drawer, took out an envelope, and handed it to Jimmy, "Here is a photo of him from a previous mission, taken six months ago."
Jimmy took it and saw that the file contained a picture of a young white man with blond hair, yet this photo was of a brown-haired middle-aged man, appearing over 40 years old, sitting at a table opposite a woman.
Jimmy, "Is he in disguise? This looks nothing like the one in the file. Does he have friends or family in New York? Also, are you sure he hasn't left New York?"
Watson, "Positive. He has an internal signal source on him; he should know about this, or maybe not. We can still sporadically monitor the signal's movent, but New York is too complex, and the signal often loses contact."
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