The agent nodded: "I understand, no problem."

The ambulance arrived quickly, but there were too many injured and dead this time, requiring more ambulances. They didn't take people directly to the hospital but instead provided on-site treatment to several gunshot victims.

In a few minutes, several cars stopped outside the cordon, and after showing their badges, they walked in. Agent Austin went over to whisper to the newcomers. The leader of the group approached Jimmy, extended his hand to shake Jimmy's: "Anti-Terrorism Bureau David Spencer, thank you."

Jimmy: "FBI Jimmy Yang. Did Director Caitlin have instructions?"

David Spencer nodded: "Yes, she asked me to take over here, you can go back first."

Jimmy: "OK, thanks for your hard work. We haven't searched yet, so keep an eye out."

David Spencer: "Don't worry, leave it to us."

Jimmy nodded, greeted Austin next to him, and left the scene. Returning to the suburban, Jimmy took out the CIA phone and dialed Caitlin's number, "Caitlin, it's Jimmy."

Caitlin: "Have you found it?"

Jimmy: "No, too many people on-site, too many eyes. I and two agents alone couldn't search without being noticed. The scene has been handed over to your David Spencer, is he okay?"

Caitlin: "No problem."

Jimmy: "OK, I'm heading back to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, there are some things I need to discuss with you."

Jimmy hung up the phone, started the car, and returned to Manhattan. This handover to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau also means a handover to DHS; the Anti-Terrorism Bureau is a subordinate to DHS, and their public actions are carried out in the name of DHS.

No need to rush on the way back, they need time to process the scene, and Caitlin is also waiting for the results.

At the command center, Caitlin was watching the screen, with two screens showing the agents on-site, organizing and packing the items carried by everyone.

Jimmy: "Director Caitlin, have they found the target?"

Caitlin glanced at Jimmy: "Not yet, why don't you wait in my office for a while, I'll be there shortly."

Jimmy: "OK."

The onsite investigation seemed quite troublesome; Jimmy waited in the office for half an hour before Caitlin returned. She casually closed the door, sat at her place with her hands crossed on the table, "So, what do you want to talk about?"

Jimmy: "Regarding this mission, I think it's basically over, at least from my side. The rest should be the interrogation and investigation."

Caitlin nodded, "And then?"

Jimmy: "How are you planning to resolve this public gunfight? In the name of DHS?"

Caitlin: "That's right, it's a spy case, handling it in the name of DHS is fine."

Jimmy: "Then how will it be recorded in the files? I mean, DHS requested FBI cooperation for this mission, I represent the FBI to assist you, should that be recorded?"

Caitlin: "No, you are a CIA agent; this is our case, and it will be normally recorded. Why would the credit be shared with the FBI?"

Jimmy: "Don't forget, you applied to Hughes to have me cooperate with your Anti-Terrorism Bureau."

Caitlin: "Externally we'll say that, but it certainly won't be recorded in the files."

Jimmy looked at Caitlin with a serious expression: "I think it's time we discuss our initial agreement, Director Caitlin. Why was I involved in such a formal public mission?"

Caitlin leaned back on her chair, her hands moved from the table to her belly, crossed, and she stared at Jimmy: "What do you want to say?"

Jimmy: "We had an agreement, you couldn't make me retire, so I could do some things for you in exchange for continuing my dormancy."

Caitlin: "I remember, and then?"

Jimmy: "I'm doing what I promised, handling some inconvenient things for you, and I fulfilled my promise, you know that. Why make me involved in such a formal mission?"

Caitlin: "Because of your identity, we need to consider various situations, and you are the most suitable candidate for backup plans."

Jimmy: "That's the problem, my identity. You promised me that I would continue to be dormant, our agreement."

Caitlin's tone changed: "Really think about what you said, beware of your identity. You are first and foremost a CIA agent, Agent Jimmy Yang."

Jimmy: "We agreed I can work for you, not the organization."

Caitlin: "This is not a conflict, we must use all resources to complete the mission, and under these circumstances, you are the best choice."

Jimmy: "I do not want to appear in any official CIA files, you have broken our agreement."

Caitlin: "So what are you going to do? Complain about me? Remember your identity, Agent Jimmy Yang."

Jimmy: "So that's your choice, all for the mission. I understand now, Ms. Katherine Prado."

Jimmy stood up, buttoned his suit jacket, and adjusted it, "Goodbye, ma'am."

Caitlin stared at Jimmy as he turned and walked out the door without looking back. Caitlin's expression changed several times, and she picked up the phone, "Come to my office."

Jimmy drove straight home, taking the box to the apartment, Jimmy removed the batteries from the phone and walkie-talkie, threw them into the box, and then put them in the study. Products from the CIA, they definitely have built-in trackers, but he hasn't yet decided whether to destroy or return them, so he left them for now.

He opened the drawer and took out the Little Rock phone; normally, he carried two phones, one issued by the FBI, and the other his own, the one he used at Little Rock.

In these two days due to the operation, the Little Rock phone stayed home, his secondary phone being the CIA one.

There were two missed calls, from James.

Surprising, James's phone had been off; he and his wife went to Europe to live for a while, so they should be using local numbers, and the U.S. numbers were directly off.

Jimmy had considered the engagement ceremony before, thought James was more suitable, so he had contacted him several times, and since it was off, he sent a few texts waiting for James to call back. Now this number reached him, indicating they might have returned.

Jimmy called back directly, and James answered quickly: "Hi, James, how's Europe treating you?"

James: "Not bad, not much different from over here. What's up Jimmy? Had something when you reached out before?"

Jimmy: "Indeed a small matter. Are you back?"

James: "Not yet, maybe in a week or two."

Jimmy: "Oh, that's soon. Would you like to come to New York for a few days?"

James: "Go ahead, what's the matter?"

Jimmy chuckled twice: "I proposed to Nia, and she agreed."

James's voice raised a bit, clearly happy, "Congratulations, Jimmy, finally settling down."

Jimmy: "You know, I don't have any family, so could you make time to come by? I'd like to invite you to discuss our engagement with Nia's family."

James: "No problem, I'll discuss our return plan with Mary, and I'll get back to you."

Jimmy: "OK, call me when you return, I'll pick you up at the airport."

James: "Alright, catch you later. Goodbye, Jimmy."

Jimmy: "Goodbye, have fun."

One matter gained some progress, slightly easing Jimmy's bad mood.

Jimmy undone his tie and collar buttons, allowing himself to relax. He went to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a drink, and sat on the sofa.

Speaking of which, perhaps this news should be passed on to Tom.

Tom's phone number constantly changes; the last time they met was when Tom helped investigate Rick and Greg's information about Washington, D.C. They met in New York, and Tom returned to Florida, planning retirement there after his revenge.

Thinking about it, Jimmy decided to call him; that number was Jimmy's only way to reach Tom. Luckily, it connected directly, so it seems this number is Tom's regular number in Florida, probably won't frequently change anymore.