Two neatly folded kraft paper bags were placed into Steven's gym duffel bag, and Jimmy patted Steven's back before returning to his own locker.
Steven turned to look at Jimmy and nodded slightly. He didn't go for a shower either, but instead changed clothes, picked up his duffel bag, and left the locker room.
Watching Steven leave, Jimmy made sure he had exited the main entrance before he let his guard down to take a shower, finally wrapping up one thing that was almost botched.
Back at the hotel, Jimmy put his things down, changed into fresh clothes, and headed straight out, intent on relaxation. A bar was the best bet, but Jimmy didn't dare to go just anywhere, so he asked the hotel staff and with a tip, he got a recomndation for a nearby pub with a good reputation.
The next day, Jimmy packed up to return to Dallas. His business was done and it was ti to check in with old man Lambert; he still wasn't sure if Lambert had guessed anything.
While Jimmy was packing, his phone rang, "Hi, Steven, are you working?"
Steven: "Jimmy, what's up? If nothing urgent, co over, I need your advice on sothing."
Jimmy frowned, "Is it urgent?"
Steven: "It's about that thing you talked about before, organizing an anti-drug campaign for the students at the school. You said you had been involved in your FBI events, co take a look."
Jimmy was speechless. He had only ntioned it in passing, and now it was actually happening. More importantly, why was he being involved? It seed Steven wanted to strengthen their relationship.
Jimmy: "Of course, no problem. Give the address, I'll head over now."
Jimmy suited up, took all his credentials and gun, and had the hotel call a cab to take him to J.P. Wynn High School, where Steven and Hank were waiting at the school entrance.
Hank said cheerfully, "Thank God, Jimmy, you've finally arrived."
Jimmy also smiled and greeted Hank while giving Steven a hug, but he was a bit taken aback by Hank's deanor—it didn't seem quite right.
Jimmy: "Hank, what's wrong?"
Hank: "The thing we talked about last ti, I've discussed it with others, but we still need to co up with a plan. None of us have much experience, Steven said you have so, so we were hoping you could help talk to the school's people."
Jimmy raised his eyebrows: "I'm a field agent too, you know, I'm not specialized."
Hank: "But at least you've got experience. Alright, let's go in. I've already got Walter to help set up a eting with the principal."
The three n entered Wynn High School and found Walter in the teachers' office.
Walter White, a high school chemistry teacher, was a middle-aged Caucasian man with rectangular glasses. He had a scholarly appearance that fit the image of a teacher perfectly. The only less than ideal thing about him seed to be his energy levels; he looked like he could use so vigor, but then again, perhaps he was just exhausted from teaching.
Hank introduced Jimmy to Walter, and with Walter leading, the three of them went to the principal's office.
The combination of two DEA Senior Agents and one FBI Senior Agent was quite impressive. After understanding Hank's ideas, the principal readily agreed to their suggestion to hold a DEA-led anti-drug campaign at a suitable ti.
In reality, Jimmy was almost redundant, serving as a sort of figurehead, or a living credential, to add just a touch more persuasion.
After the talk, as Jimmy said goodbye to Steven and the others outside, Steven drove Jimmy back to the hotel. As they parted, he made a point to say "Let's keep in touch more often," before driving away.
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