This is a modified van. There are some equipment placed on both sides of the carriage. The middle is only wide enough for one person to sit, and three people sit crosswise.
Hatten and Jimmy sat near the back door, and Hatten motioned to the driver in front to drive away.
"Agent Hatten, would you like a donut?" Jimmy opened the donuts he bought and distributed them to the people in the car. Fortunately, there was bottled water in the car. He didn't bring any water when he came out just now.
It was obvious that the FBI people were very professional. While the van was driving, no one spoke, they just operated the equipment in front of them.
Since Agent Hatten didn't talk about the case, Jimmy just leaned against the car and squinted.
Speaking of which, after working as a police officer for a long time, he has developed the ability to catch up on sleep at any time, especially sleeping while sitting up, because the driver's seat of the police car cannot be moved backwards, so he can only sit up and not lie down when resting in the police car.
I don’t know how long it took, but Jimmy went from squinting to falling asleep. He was also very arrogant and never thought that the FBI would harm him. After all, Director James personally brought people here, and his identity must have been verified.
Agent Hatten woke up Jimmy, opened the back door and got out of the car. Jimmy got out of the car and looked around. They were in front of a two-story single-family house in the woods.
Jimmy has never been here before, but that's normal. He has only been a police officer for a year. Pulaski County is such a large area that it is impossible to go to every place.
After entering the villa, Agent Hatten arranged a room for Jimmy on the second floor, while other FBI people began to fiddle with and install various equipment on the first floor, including two computers, three laptops, and some monitors to watch with Jimmy. There are so many devices that I don’t understand.
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In the living room, Agent Hatten pushed the sofa and table to the wall. He hung a map on the wall, including Arkansas, Mississippi, and Louisiana, and then began to fix various map pins on it with thumbtacks. Photos and information.
Everyone has something to do, except Jimmy wandering around the villa with nothing to do.
There was the sound of a car outside. Jimmy looked over and saw a pickup truck driving over. After parking at the door, the FBI men went to move the contents of the truck into the house.
Jimmy walked over and took a look. Good guy, how long do you plan to stay here? Mineral water, cup noodles, bread, biscuits, chocolate, frozen pizza preserved with ice packs, the MRE US military rations he had seen in his previous life, and another An oven and a kettle…
There are only 7 people here, and these things can last for at least a week.
"Agent Hatten, are we going to be here for a long time? I didn't bring any change of clothes."
"The spare clothes will be delivered later. Please put your uniforms and equipment in your room first. You won't need them today."
Jimmy watched speechlessly as they continued to work. He walked to his room, took off all the police uniforms and duty belts and put them on the bed. When it seemed that they would be useful later, Jimmy folded the police uniforms himself, put on his sweater, and pinned the revolver. After leaving the room, I couldn't take off my pants and shoes for the time being.
After working for more than two hours, the entire first floor had turned into a command center. Their casual clothes were also delivered. Jimmy chose a set to change into first, and put away the police uniform and leather shoes to ensure that they would be used next time. It won't be dirty or messy.
"Hey, Jimmy, come downstairs." Hatten called from downstairs, Jimmy responded, and then went downstairs to join Hatten.
"Jimmy, this is Kemp, Jacob, and Corbin. The three of them are in charge of intelligence collection and communications. This is Agent Grant. Agent Randall, I'm in charge of field operations. Everyone, this is Pulaski. County Assistant Sheriff Jimmy is responsible for the support of this operation.
Jimmy, I won't save your phone number. Don't contact the outside world unless necessary. "
Hatten introduced everyone present to Jimmy, and then everyone came to the piece wall that Hatten had decorated in the afternoon.
"This time our target is him, Baca Reddy, 45 years old. He came to the country in the 1970s and was naturalized in 1983. He arrived in New Orleans as a crew member and later moved to Little Rock."
Hatten pointed to the top photo, an Indian with a big beard and no turban. He didn't look like a Sikh.
"Baca is engaged in shipping work. He hired some crew members from India, chartered cargo ships, and cooperated with shipping companies at the New Orleans port. He mainly took routes from India and the United States. It is said that he is engaged in the smuggling industry, but these are not what we want. concerned.
From 1995 to the present, there have been clues pointing to him in several robberies and murders, involving Louisiana, Mississippi, and Arkansas. The place of origin was very close to his route of activity, and he was spotted in surveillance videos three times. He appeared not far from the place of death, and his fingerprints were found on one of the eucalyptus sites.
We tracked him down for a long time and have some intelligence based on the crew he hired.
His whereabouts have been very unclear recently. He was seen near his company at the port of New Orleans, and then he disappeared again. According to clues, he should be returning to Little Rock, and his arrival time is within the next few days.
He has arranged for other people to monitor his apartment in Little Rock. We have determined that one of his safe houses is about 1 kilometer next to us, which is also a house in the woods. What we have to do is to monitor him. Monitor the safe house, obtain information, and arrest him if necessary. "
Hatten told this, then gave Jimmy and the others some time to digest before continuing.
"These three photos are of three of his known subordinates, all of whom are retired Indian soldiers and may hold weapons. It is not yet certain whether anyone else followed Baka back and there is no relevant information.
Grant, Randall, please go over there overnight and install surveillance cameras and bugs. Set up two relay stations between our house and Baca's house. Kemp will give you the coordinates of where the relay stations will be deployed.
Jimmy, rest first. There are no support missions for the time being. Keep your spirits up. We may be dispatched at any time. "
Hatten looked at the contents on the wall and spoke again.
"In addition, according to the information received from the crew on the Baka cargo ship, it has not yet been confirmed that Baka is a devout believer, but his religion is unclear. He is very paranoid and irritable. He once beat the crew to death and then left. There are rumors that the ship was thrown into the sea. If they come back when you go to install surveillance, be sure not to get close to them."
After Harten finished speaking, the three Kemps left and returned to their equipment and continued to work. Jimmy could not understand what they were doing at all and did not join in the fun.
Jimmy went directly back to his room. As for dinner, seeing as they were all busy, it was estimated that no one would be doing it for a while. Jimmy didn't want to start, so let's do this for now. Anyway, he had donuts in the afternoon and he wasn't hungry yet.
