Jimmy and his team arrived at a warehouse rented by Abdul, looked around, and Scott used the keys taken from Abdul to roll up the warehouse door.

The warehouse was about 50 square meters, big enough to hold all of Abdul's materials and cars, so as long as they shut the door, he could carry on with his life in there. Jimmy only took a quick glance and then left the warehouse to smoke outside.

At the moment, he was just a human GPS, driver, and logistic support. Let the others handle the rest. After all, everyone was working, and Jimmy had no intention of doing everything himself. Many people thought that FBI agents did everything hands-on, but in reality, if they could be lazy, no one would push themselves so hard. For most, being an FBI agent was just a job, albeit quite different from other jobs.

As he stood outside smoking, three cars entered the warehouse area and stopped outside the one next to theirs. The people who got out glanced around, saw only Jimmy, paid him no heed, and entered their warehouse.

Turning his head, Jimmy saw three cars and six people, all entering the warehouse. He sensed something was off about them because the bits of tattoos peeking out from their clothes reminded him of the files he had seen at Ruiz's place; at least two amongst the group were members of T14, those who had crossed paths with Ruiz's scar-faced subordinate.

Although some time had passed, Ruiz had never given up on cracking down on T14, but he had not found a solid reason to catch them red-handed. Now that he had discovered them, Jimmy decided to take a closer look. He went to the side of the warehouse to observe the situation inside.

They were opening some boxes, bending over to take something out and placing it on the ground, then moving on to other boxes. This sequence felt familiar to Jimmy.

Touching the stubble on his chin, he wondered whether to inform Ruiz.

Glancing at his watch, estimating the time it would take to come from Manhattan, Jimmy decided to notify Ruiz, but he would take action himself—this time, there might be a big catch.

He walked a distance away from the warehouse and dialed Ruiz: "Ruiz, are you still following T14?"

Ruiz: "Of course. What's up?"

Jimmy: "I think I've found one of their warehouses. There are people inside organizing boxes and taking things out."

Immediately alert, Ruiz responded: "Where? Is there evidence?"

Jimmy: "In a warehouse area in the southeast corner of Brooklyn. We're here for another case, and three cars came by. Two of the individuals have T14 tattoos on their necks and faces; they seem to be high-ranking."

Ruiz: "Wait for me. I'm on my way."

Jimmy: "You might not make it in time. If they're about to leave, I'll act to stop them."

Ruiz: "Okay, but we need someone to talk. Try not to leave any evidence."

Jimmy: "Understood. Start heading over, and remember to bring some people. We might need to check the warehouse."

Ruiz grunted in acknowledgment and hung up.

Jimmy went back to the side of the warehouse, keeping a vigilant eye on the few individuals inside. Jimmy was being rather negligent of his duties, as they were in the midst of handling a terrorist attack case and here he was, contemplating opening up a new front. But as mentioned earlier, since headquarters had sent someone to take over the case, Jimmy's role was merely peripheral. Catching the odd hare while gathering firewood, idle as he was, sorting out a concern for Ruiz would be a small gain.

Jimmy cast a glance at Abdul's warehouse, where several agents and forensic experts were still bustling about. It seemed unlikely they would wrap up the warehouse any time soon, giving him leeway to make his move.

A gang member, carrying something, headed towards the warehouse exit. Jimmy took a few steps ahead to reach the outside of the warehouse, waiting for the man to get to the car. When he did, Jimmy approached the man from a distance and called out, "FBI, stop right there, sir, I have a few questions."

The gang member was about to open the car's rear door to place the bag inside when Jimmy disrupted his actions. He turned to look at Jimmy, saw he was alone, quickly tossed the bag into the car, closed the rear door, and stood by the car shouting, "FBI Officer, sir, can I help you with something?"

Jimmy glanced back at the warehouse. Everyone inside had rushed to the doorway area and seemed to be hiding on both sides of the warehouse, some even drawing their handguns.

Jimmy: "Of course. Is this your warehouse? How long have you rented it?"

The gang member, taken aback by Jimmy's question, wasn't the boss. He looked back at the warehouse and said, "I need to ask someone else about that, one moment."

After saying that, he sidled towards the warehouse, always keeping an eye on Jimmy as he walked. Jimmy also positioned himself off to the side of the main entrance to stay clear of any potential line of fire.

Even though Jimmy couldn't see inside, he kept a watchful eye on the warehouse's interior. The gang member went in, spoke to someone on the side, made some gestures that unfortunately couldn't be seen clearly, and then several men took cover beside the doorway, while the gang member he had been talking to and another person walked towards the entrance.

Jimmy found this amusing; they seemed to think he was alone and were preparing to attack. Otherwise, they wouldn't have taken such a formation. Two men at the door to draw his attention and others ready to burst out from the inside. Just watching their moves gave away their plan. It was quite a good strategy because aside from someone like Jimmy, others might not have a clue about the situation inside the warehouse and would likely only be cautious of the two men in front.

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