Jimmy and David were chatting while drinking tea. David used to be mainly responsible for tasks related to counter-terrorism intelligence. I can't say the specifics, but it is estimated that he was transferred after 9/11 in recent years.
Now that he had the opportunity to return to dealing with normal eucalyptus, although he was not very happy, he could accept it.
People on the anti-terrorism front have too much authority. In the beginning, because of the 911 incident, most people, although unhappy, acquiesced that they could infringe on certain rights to some extent.
As the days passed, the shadow of that time gradually dissipated with time and the actions of the US military in the Middle East, so restrictions on the FBI were put on the agenda again.
Being able to break away from that line now and return to normal is better than being tied up in doing things in the future. The key is that there are not many opportunities to do things in the office, and there are even fewer opportunities to control a group.
Now, like Jimmy, David was acting as the homicide team, while Mahone was the official team leader. Although he was seconded, his position was not removed.
The office team handles normal cases and has access to more senior management and people in the bureau. The corresponding promotion channels are wider. Whether it is within the office, going to the headquarters, or being transferred to other offices, the overall path is relatively wide.
The anti-terrorism line is relatively close to DHS. They are even transparent people in the bureau. Except for the leaders, it is difficult for others to rise, especially since there are not many domestic terrorist attacks in the United States. Most of the time they are there. Various investigative intelligence information.
David had obviously learned about the homicide team in the past few days, and was involved in various rumors about Jimmy. Although he was older, he did not appear to be an old-timer in front of Jimmy, and the two of them had a great time chatting.
After drinking tea, David continued to check the information, while Jimmy sat boredly waiting for the notification.
Something was wrong. I was suspended for two weeks. After the suspension, I had decided to change departments beforehand. Since he was out of the field, he would no longer be under the control of Hughes, so Jimmy did not go to Hughes when he came in the morning, but wanted to wait until he was sure before meeting and chatting with them.
It's been a long time since office hours, why didn't anyone notify me? Jimmy took out his cell phone and looked at it. There was no message on the FBI-issued cell phone, whether it was a call or a text message. He was very sure that the mobile phone was not in arrears, which meant that no one must have contacted him.
Staying in the office until almost noon, Jimmy couldn't help it. Because he didn't know who to look for, he could only look for the person most likely to know his future arrangements, Tim Dunn from the administrative department.
Jimmy's newly assigned Suburban had not been repossessed before, and he still had the keys.
Under normal circumstances, after being suspended and transferred to the internal affairs department, Jimmy's car should have been recovered, but when Tim Dunn came to him to recover the gun and badge, he did not recover the car keys at the same time. In principle, the car It depends on when the superiors discover this problem.
Jimmy put on his suit and came outside Tim Dunn's office. After checking that there was no one else inside, he knocked on the door and said, "Dunn."
Dunn looked up and said, "Oh, Jimmy, long time no see. Please sit down, how are you doing?"
Jimmy sat in front of Dunn's desk. "I'm fine. I went out for a walk to relax. I just came to work today. Dunn, I have a question. Do you know which department I have been assigned to?"
Dunn asked doubtfully: "Didn't you receive the notification?"
Jimmy nodded: "No one came to see me all morning, and there were no calls or text messages."
Dunn: "Wait a minute, let me take a look."
Dunn searched Jimmy's name on the computer and frowned: "Oh, something must have gone wrong. Your position should have been assigned before. Why are you still in the homicide department now? Just wait here." "
Dunn stood up and left the office. He was mainly responsible for administrative matters such as personnel and equipment. As for the allocation department, it had nothing to do with Dunn. He had not paid special attention to Jimmy's allocation before.
Jimmy was bored in Dunn's office. When the internal affairs staff outside passed by the office door, they would always smile and nod to say hello to him inside, which made Jimmy
Very uncomfortable, feeling like there are ants crawling on my body.
This kind of office is separated by transparent glass, and now there are no curtains. Jimmy inside is like a showcase, becoming an exhibit.
It was almost the lunch break, and Dunn finally came back. He looked at Jimmy with a troubled expression: "Jimmy, your position has to wait a little longer. It hasn't been decided yet."
Jimmy's eyes widened: "What's going on?"
Dunn: "Don't ask, it's just not decided yet. You can go back and wait for news."
Jimmy looked at Dunn's face and felt that there was something wrong here. He nodded, stood up, buttoned his suit and left Dunn's office.
Something was wrong. Jimmy didn't go back to the office and came directly to Hughes. Hughes probably went out for lunch, but Jimmy was not in the mood to eat right now, so he simply put his feet up on the table and slept for a while in the conference room.
"Jimmy, why are you here?" Jimmy just wanted to take a nap, but he didn't expect to fall asleep. Someone called him, and he turned his head and glanced, put his feet down and stood up, "Peter, I'm waiting for Hughes."
Peter: "Um, didn't you call him? He's not here today."
Jimmy: "It would be bad if you didn't pay attention."
Jimmy stretched his legs and slept for a while with his feet raised. His legs were still a little numb. After moving for a while, Jimmy suddenly thought that even if Hughes was not around, Peter would be fine too.
Jimmy: "By the way, Peter, do me a favor."
Peter nodded: "You say."
Jimmy: "Please help me find out which department I will be assigned to? Why hasn't it been decided yet?"
Peter frowned: "Have they not settled your suspension for two weeks? I understand. You go back first, and I will ask for you."
Jimmy patted Peter's arm: "Thanks, I'll go back first."
Jimmy left the conference room, and Peter put his hands on his hips, looking a little unhappy.
It has been two weeks. Most of the people in the bureau, at least the people in the field department, know why Jimmy was suspended. He wanted to avenge his own people. He was suspended without causing trouble and quietly accepted the arrangements of the bureau. Now that he has returned to work, and his position cannot be arranged, it is not a small problem.
Jimmy was completely unfamiliar with the people in the bureau, and there was no way he could inquire about it. As for calling Hughes, it was better to forget about it and wait for the news from Peter first.
Peter was very efficient. When he was about to get off work in the afternoon, Peter called Jimmy and asked him to sit outside after get off work.
In Jimmy's bar, Peter and Jimmy came in one after another. They stood in front of the bar, took their wine glasses, and walked to an empty table to sit down.
Peter: "Jimmy, things are a bit troublesome."
Jimmy frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
Peter: "There is no problem with the internal affairs department. Whether it is the public relations department, the archives department, or the evidence warehouse, they can accept you there, but someone wants you to move to another place. Hughes has already intervened."
Jimmy: "Change somewhere?"
Peter nodded, picked up the glass and took a sip: "The specific situation has not been determined yet. It's just that someone wants to transfer you out of the Manhattan office. I can't ask too many questions, so I can only leave it like this for the time being."
Jimmy stopped talking and just drank and thought about the reason. I don't seem to have any disputes with the people above me. Looking back carefully on my experience in the past few years, I really have nothing to do with the above people. Whether it is a relationship with the boss or the bureau, it seems that I have no contact at all.
The only person who may have something to do with it is the two people who were attacked this time. One is the senator. Maybe he arranged something behind the scenes because he lost a subordinate and a financial source. His level is comparable to that of the FBI. It’s too easy for senior executives to get on the line.
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I told others about Mi. As a consultant to DHS, it would be easy for him to contact the senior management of Jimmy's office.
These are the only two possibilities Jimmy can think of that have something to do with the higher-ups.
But both possibilities are actually very low. First of all, Greg is dead. Even if he had contacted the relevant people before, in this case, it is unlikely that he will arrange things according to his last words in advance. Jimmy.
It's even more impossible for the Senators. It was Hughes himself who came forward in the first place. He just said that he had a subordinate and a way to make money. The person he wanted to deal with was not himself, but to get rid of Hughes first.
Jimmy finished the wine in the glass, got up and went to the bar to ask Woody to pour him another glass and more.
Back at the table, Peter hadn't finished his drink yet. He looked at Jimmy worriedly. It was obvious that he understood that Jimmy was now thinking about what happened to cause him to be like this.
Peter: "Any ideas?"
Jimmy shook his head: "I can't think of anyone who would do this. I think maybe Hughes would know something about it."
Peter nodded: "I asked, Hughes went to Washington DC and may come back the day after tomorrow. Do you want to call him directly or wait for him to come back?"
Jimmy: "Wait until he comes back. It's better to talk about this kind of thing in person. It's not safe on the phone."
Peter: "Well, then be careful these two days and don't get into trouble." After saying that, Peter drank the wine in the glass and stood up, "I'm going back first, Elizabeth Yin is still waiting for me to go back."
Jimmy stood up and said goodbye to Peter: "Drive carefully on the road."
Jimmy saw Peter off, returned and said hello to Woody, then left the bar and returned to the apartment.
After a peaceful day fishing in the office, Hughes finally returned. Hughes called Jimmy into the office, "Jimmy, who did you offend?"
Jimmy shook his head: "I've been thinking about it for two days and I still don't have any clues. Do you know what's going on?"
Hughes: "Their reasons are very good. With your record, it would be a waste to go to the Internal Affairs Department. Now there are two options. The first one is to transfer you to Quantico for HRT assessment, where you can give full play to your abilities." ability. Another option is to return to Quantico Academy and serve as an instructor for two years before considering returning to the field service."
Jimmy frowned: "Their goal is to move me out of the Manhattan office?"
Hughes nodded: "I haven't found the reason yet, but Quantico Academy has already opened its mouth. If you let people go here, they will be happy to accept you."
Jimmy is really confused. Hughes, an old supervisor, can't figure out the reason? Or... is there a reason why it's inconvenient to say it?
Hughes: "By the way, Mahone was shot and is now recovering in a hospital in Chicago."
Jimmy: "Is it serious?"
Hughes: "He was shot in the left chest, near the heart. He is fine now and is recovering."
Jimmy: "Then he probably won't be able to return to the office for a while."
Hughes: "Well, David will take over the homicide department. You can go back and rest first. You don't need to come to work for the time being. Just wait for notification."
Jimmy took two deep breaths, "I understand, it's time to rest anyway, I'll go see Mahone."
Hughes nodded and Jimmy turned and left his office. Hughes looked at Jimmy's leaving figure and his expression changed, "You are going too far. I hope you like this gift."
Jimmy returned to the office, tidied the table, said hello to David, left the office and went home. After making a call to Nia, Jimmy said he was going to Chicago to visit Mahone who was shot. After that, Jimmy took his suitcase and rushed directly to the airport and took off to Chicago.
Jimmy only had his badge and gun taken back. He still had his FBI ID and there was no problem with his identity, so bringing the revolver on the plane was not a problem. The only trouble was that he was not allowed to touch any alcoholic beverages during the flight of several hours. .
Hey, Jimmy was actually in a really bad mood on the plane. In the past few years since he came to the FBI, he has experienced several bosses, but none of them went smoothly.
Peter was shot, Ruinz was shot, Chris had cancer, Mahone was shot... Except for Hughes, no one else had good luck. Mahone was only seconded to the Chicago office to investigate the prison break. Why was he suddenly arrested? Got a gun?
You must know that Jimmy is aware of Mahone's skills. He is definitely the most effective among the FBI field agents, and he is very thoughtful. If he catches some escaped criminals, he can't find anyone at most. How can he be killed by them? This unscientific.
After Jimmy landed, he took a taxi and headed to the Chicago office. He had called Mahone's phone before arriving and it had been turned off. Now he could only go to the Chicago office to find someone to check the location.
With his FBI ID, Jimmy successfully entered the Chicago office, inquired with the people in the office, and learned that Jimmy was Mahone's subordinate in Manhattan and came to see him. He successfully obtained the hospital address from other agents.
Jimmy came to the hospital with a bouquet of flowers, looked at the ward through the window on the door, and determined that the person lying there was Mahone. Jimmy knocked on the door, twisted the handle and entered the ward: "Good evening, Mahone. Now. How is it? Why are you so careless?"
