Jimmy glanced at the time and made a call directly from the office, needing to inform Nia that he probably wouldn't have time to go out in the next few days.

He also needed to notify Mary that their planned office tea was canceled, as he had a case to deal with and wouldn't be in the office.

After making a few calls, Jimmy finally relaxed. He stood up and moved to the nearby lounge to pour himself a cup of coffee, taking a sip.

Sigh, do you Federation agencies all buy the same coffee beans? There's not a single place with good-tasting coffee. After adding sugar to his coffee, he took some milk from the fridge—god knows who left it there—and poured a little into his cup. Just make do with it.

The efficiency at the Anti-Terrorism Bureau was quite astonishing, especially with such urgent matters concerning itself. In just over an hour, a staff member informed Jimmy that they had obtained surveillance and located Boxer.

As Jimmy ran toward the command center, he praised their efficiency mentally. Every time he arranged for people to go to the NYPD dispatch center to watch surveillance, it would take days, not hours like this.

Another monitor on the wall was already looping a section of road surveillance. The resolution wasn't high, but one could make out the individuals. As it was daytime, even if the details were not clear, the shape of the face, hair, and clothes were visible, so the footage was acceptable.

A middle-aged man with brown wavy hair, a pullover sweater without the hat on, hands tucked in the sweater pockets, walked past the intersection, turned the corner and was out of sight.

Jimmy, "Take a snapshot, get the tech department to enhance the image, I need a clearer picture."

Staff member, "It's been arranged; rendering an enhanced image is expected to take half an hour."

Well done. Strong initiative, thought Jimmy as he looked at the back of the staff member's head and couldn't help but marvel.

The enhanced image arrived quickly at the command center. Because it was a technical enhancement, a lot of the details seemed a bit off, but the zoomed image now clearly showed the person's face.

Jimmy, "OK, check the surveillance around the last known location, find out where he was last seen."

Staff member, "The team investigating the surveillance on-site hasn't responded yet. There's no official surveillance there; it will take more time."

Jimmy, "Take your time, just let me know the results as soon as possible." After talking, Jimmy turned and left the command center, returning to his temporary office. He propped his feet on the desk, cradled his head in his hands, leaned back in his chair, and began to ponder over the case.

Speaking of which, it'd been a long time since he'd heard from Tom. Months had passed since their last contact, and he wondered how Tom was doing. If Tom knew he had returned to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau, he'd probably be surprised.

Poor Tom, betrayed by his own, now back to investigate and seek revenge. Yet so long had passed without achieving his goal. If this were a movie, by now either the nemesis would be dead or Tom himself. The movie would end, but alas, the real world isn't so simple.

After mulling over it for a while, Jimmy felt he had too little information. Apart from using surveillance to search, there was no way to proceed with the investigation. He stood and went to Watson's office.

Jimmy, "Watson, can we learn something more about Boxer? Right now, the command center can only search for his previous whereabouts. To find someone, it's best to investigate their acquaintances, friends, and possible hideouts for clues. That way we'd have a better chance of locating him."

Watson still wore a cold face, "That information is classified; you don't have clearance to look at it."

Jimmy, "I don't have to see it myself; have your people check and just tell me the results."

Watson shook his head, a flat refusal.

Jimmy, "Director Watson, I came to assist with the mole investigation. If you think I'm not capable, then I can leave now. Surveillance alone to find someone ought to be enough for your people to handle."

Watson looked at Jimmy; even after Jimmy said all this, he didn't change his expression, "Boxer's involvement is top-secret; your clearance is far from sufficient. Stop trying to access the files."

Jimmy, "Can your people at least tell me all the places he's lived at? His friends might know his whereabouts, and that doesn't involve your secret operations, right?"

Watson, "Go back for now, I'll have someone send you some information."

Jimmy looked at Watson, paused for a moment, didn't say more, nodded, and left his office.

Asking to review the files on a suspect for the FBI was a reasonable request, but Watson's attitude was frustrating. Regardless of what Boxer had done, the priority was to find him. Knowing all of Boxer's details and locating where he might appear, whether through surveillance or screening, was useful.

Truth be told, Watson had probably figured it out: Jimmy was a thorn in his side, not like their agents accustomed only to following orders, contemplating too much.

As an Agent often abroad, especially within the country, most of Boxer's activities were likely unspeakable. Watson had no choice but to review previous case files with only a few trusted individuals; finding potential locations from those files wasn't easy.

In the days following, Jimmy was at a complete standstill; Watson was busy with documentation, the command center was yet to complete the investigation Jimmy had requested around the surveillance and Boxer's last known location, so he could only drive home after work, putting off eating, showering, and changing clothes. He packed a few clothes in a bag and left it in the car before heading back to the Anti-Terrorism Bureau.

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