Gordon glanced at the time and nodded, "Mmm, don't worry, I'll handle it. Get some rest."

Jimmy greeted Riley and then headed straight out of the Anti-Terrorism Bureau.

This morning he had sent Tom a message saying he'd meet him tonight. Standing him up again would be inexcusable.

Jimmy drove away from the Anti-Terrorism Bureau and sent a message to that number, receiving a response quickly. He picked up two cups of coffee on the way and then returned home.

Soon, the doorbell rang. Jimmy opened the door and let the person in. Oh boy, Tom's makeup skills were getting more outrageous by the day. Now if Jimmy hadn't known it was him, he would have hesitated to let him in.

His hair was a mess, and he was dressed casually, but looked dirty, carrying a worn and tattered backpack. Tom might be getting on in years, but he usually had a smooth face. However, today, his forehead and corners of his eyes were wrinkled, making him look like a proper vagabond.

"Tom, your look today is quite unique," Jimmy greeted him with a smile.

"Yeah, been over in Brooklyn these days on some investigative business," Tom settled on the sofa. He didn't act like a guest, and Jimmy didn't mind. A little more dirt and grime on the sofa? A change of the cover would do just fine. Americans might not have the same customs as him; he preferred to keep a fabric cover on the couch, easy to remove and wash, while the sofa underneath could just be wiped clean.

"What do you want to drink?" Jimmy asked while heading towards the fridge.

"No need, I just want to talk a bit. Jimmy, last year, you mentioned that Jason Bourne appeared in Paris, right? Can you tell me the source of your information?" Tom declined the offer, but Jimmy didn't stop and grabbed two cans of Coke.

"It's difficult to say the source. I can only be sure that such a thing indeed happened, though I didn't know the name. But for sure, a supervisor died in Paris," Jimmy really had no source; it was something from his memory, which he couldn't reveal.

Tom nodded, "I've confirmed that incident. Jason Bourne isn't dead, he must be in hiding, but the supervisor Conklin had problems; he died in Paris. The Bureau assumes it was Jason Bourne's doing. After Conklin's death, the senior consultant Albert has reported and terminated the Treadstone project. You haven't been activated, so you should be safe by now."

But what I'm worried about now is Albert. That guy is problematic. No one's really investigated him, but from what I've gathered, this old fox is anything but clean. He has your file, and if he really wants to stir things up, it's quite possible he'll activate you. There aren't many Treadstone undercover agents left, and you might be the only one on home soil."

Jimmy was at a loss for words, "Ah, when bad luck hits, there's no stopping it, unless we take out everyone who knows about Treadstone. There will always be such a day. Tom, if it comes to it, just let it be. First, you should resolve your own issues. Have you figured out who's trying to take you out after all this time?"

Tom shook his head, "The higher-ups are too intertwined, despite having investigated many, I couldn't pin it down to anyone specific."

Jimmy: "You focus on your stuff. If no one else comes after you, then just let it go. They're hiding too well. Or you might as well change your identity and start over. I don't think James would want you to disappear again."

Tom fell silent. If not for deep-seated enmity, who wouldn't want a peaceful life?

Seeing Tom silent, Jimmy started to share the current situation: "Tom, I'm currently dealing with a bombing case at the Anti-Terrorism Bureau. I've met Noah Watson."

Tom sprang up. "What? Say that again?"

Jimmy: "I've met Noah Watson. I'm in charge of a bombing case incident. Later, as it grew serious, the Anti-Terrorism Bureau and the FBI collaborated to handle it. Now I see Noah Watson every day."

Tom sat down again, "He hasn't suspected you, has he? How long have you been in contact?"

Jimmy: "Over a week now. So far, he seems not to recognize me and hasn't shown any signs of suspicion."

Tom nodded, "Well, since it's like this, we can only hope he hasn't seen your file. It's good you're an undercover operative; being with the FBI might be a talisman for you. Now that you know each other, let's not meet at your place from now on. It might make you a target for certain people."

Jimmy nodded, "You decide on the location next time, and I'll come to you. Honestly, have you considered retiring by now? Meet up with James? James is retiring too, and you could live closer for mutual support."

Tom shook his head, "We'll talk about that later. I'll think about it. You have to be careful. Don't turn on the CIA phone or install the battery. Just pretend it doesn't exist. If someone contacts you, be sure to protect yourself well."

After speaking, Tom stood up, grabbed his backpack, and prepared to leave. Jimmy saw Tom out and began to tidy up the living room, cleaning the area where Tom sat and wiping down everything he touched to ensure no fingerprints were left behind.

The next morning, Jimmy arrived at the Anti-Terrorism Bureau where Gordon and Riley were already in the conference room. "Hey, Gordon, Riley, you guys are early." Jimmy greeted them and took a seat.

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