Jimmy and Agent Torsten had lunch nearby and then parted ways, with Jimmy heading back to the hotel to rest. Although Hughes had asked him to meet with Supervisor Lambert today, he hadn't specified a time; why rush it when he could take a nap and go later, fully rested?

After 2 PM, Jimmy finished his nap and set off for the FBI's Dallas office. Fortunately, he hadn't returned his rental car yet; it would have been a big hassle if he had done so earlier in the day.

Technically, inter-office collaboration within the FBI is permitted. However, it's not a common practice as most offices have their own staff. It only usually happens when there's a shortage of personnel or a lack of specialists in a particular field. More commonly, they would contact either the DC headquarters, the FBI Academy, or the FBI Laboratory, the latter of which is in Quantico, as previously mentioned.

This time, Jimmy was confused all afternoon about what Hughes really intended by sending him. Moreover, other offices typically preferred to choose senior agents for support. Sending an intern who had only been on the job for a little over a month seemed like a sure way to embarrass the Manhattan office, didn't it?

Upon arriving at the Dallas office, Jimmy used his FBI credentials to pass security and enter the building. After communicating with the receptionist, he headed to the Supervisor's office on the top floor.

Jimmy knocked on the door of the office. "Come in." Removing his hat and tucking it under his left arm, he opened the door and entered, finding a middle-aged Caucasian man with a receding hairline sitting behind the desk, dressed in a white shirt.

Jimmy, "Sir, I'm Agent Jimmy Yang from the Manhattan office. Supervisor Hughes sent me here to report to you."

Lambert, "Oh, Jimmy, you got here pretty quickly. Please, have a seat."

Jimmy approached the desk and sat down properly in the chair.

Lambert looked at Jimmy and raised his right eyebrow, "Tell me, did you offend Hughes?"

Jimmy, "No, sir, I just happened to be on vacation in Dallas, which is nearby."

Lambert waved his hand, "Don't be so serious. We have plenty of time, let's just chat casually. Did you come to Dallas for tourism? From your look, yes, very Texan, especially the hat."

Jimmy, "Yes, sir, I mainly came to Dallas for vacation and to see some old friends."

Lambert, "Oh, what friends? Someone nearby?"

Jimmy, "A colleague from the DEA, we've worked together before, just ordinary friends. Sir, Hughes sent me to report to you, he mentioned there's a case that I need to assist with, may I ask what case that is?"

Jimmy found it hard to cope, as Lambert and Hughes had entirely different styles. Lambert was more like an old Southern white man, very warm and chatty if he liked you, whereas Hughes was more like County Sheriff James, always very conscious about his image, not very talkative, but you always felt they had something on their minds.

Relatively speaking, Jimmy was actually more accustomed to the styles of James and Hughes, possibly because he was somewhat socially anxious. Back in Little Rock, he hadn't had much interaction with many old white men.

Lambert, having seen more of life, seemed to understand Jimmy's demeanor, "Oh, the case, right. No rush, first find a place to settle down. We have plenty of time, no need to rush to start on the case today."

Lambert pressed the intercom, "Jessica, come in for a moment."

Soon, a middle-aged Caucasian woman with red hair entered, looking to be at least over 40, "What is it, Lambert?"

Lambert pointed at Jimmy, "This is Agent Jimmy from Manhattan, you arrange his accommodation. He'll be working with us for some time."

Jessica approached Jimmy, and he quickly stood up to shake hands, "Jessica, Admin Department." "Jimmy, agent from the Manhattan office, nice to meet you."

Lambert, "Alright, take him with you."

Jessica and Jimmy said goodbye to Lambert and left his office.

Jessica led Jimmy to another office on the same floor, and well, judging from the location of her office, Jessica's rank couldn't be low.

"Sit." Jessica sat at her desk, with Jimmy sitting across from her.

While operating the computer, Jessica asked, "Jimmy, how long are you planning to stay this time?"

Jimmy shook his head, "I'm not sure yet, I received a call from our supervisor today, instructing me to report to Supervisor Lambert because there's a case to handle, but I still don't know what the case is."

Jessica, "OK, I understand. Then you'll stay at the hotel nearby. So, did you drive here?"

Jimmy, "It's a rental."

Jessica, "A car, anything else you need to prepare?"

Jimmy continued to shake his head, "I still don't know what the case involves, so I'm not certain yet."

Jessica nodded, she logged something on her computer, then pulled a card from the drawer under the table, handed it to Jimmy, and took him downstairs. They first collected a car key from another department, then arranged for another person to take Jimmy to the basement to pick up the car, and to check in at a hotel about a hundred meters from the building.

Once the procedures were completed, the person who had brought him left, and Jimmy didn't go to his room but instead took his room card and walked back to the FBI building's parking lot. He drove his rental car to his original hotel to retrieve his luggage and check out, then returned the car and took a taxi back to the hotel booked by the FBI, finally settling in temporarily.

Speaking of which, Jimmy's treatment seemed a bit unusual— an access card, a black Victoria Crown company car, and at least a 3-star hotel. Was the FBI's budget in Dallas really that generous? Moreover, Jimmy still didn't know when he would be leaving. Shouldn't they have arranged for a short-term apartment instead?

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