When Mahong received a call from Jimmy, his initially groggy mind suddenly cleared. It was the third time, the third attack in a short span of time, this was no longer provocation, but an attempt to grind the FBI Manhattan office's face into the ground littered with dog shit.

Knowing now that Jimmy was unharmed, Mahong didn't take the situation lightly. He immediately got out of bed, got dressed, and headed for Jimmy's apartment. Since there was nothing amiss at Jimmy's, and the timing was off, Mahong didn't call Hughes again, deciding a call in the morning would suffice.

By the time Mahong arrived, the forensics team was already on-site, starting to collect evidence. As the gunman was dead, gathering evidence was very straightforward—just needed to be done in Jimmy's bedroom. With shooting having taken place there, and one party dead, the other with a pile of bullet holes in the bed but unscathed, it was all quite clear.

While they collected evidence, Jimmy watched. Although he was involved, he was also an FBI Senior Agent—there was no one more qualified to investigate the scene than him.

A white male, seemingly under 40 years of age, with a crew cut and wearing an oversized hoodie. Inside was a Bullet-Proof Vest, no wonder Jimmy's shots to the torso couldn't completely disable him. However, the shot to the shoulder had been a clean hit, and with the impact from the .357 Magnum, it had knocked him down, preventing him from getting back up quickly before Jimmy delivered a fatal headshot.

The victim had been shot three times: once in the shoulder, once in the abdomen, and once in the head. The Bullet-Proof Vest caught three shots, all at the chest area. Jimmy hadn't aimed for the head with the previous five shots, hoping to capture a live suspect, but with the last bullet, he couldn't afford to be lenient. If he ran out of bullets and had to face a gun unarmed, that would be too much of a disadvantage. He had to use lethal force.

The weapon in the deceased's hand was a Glock 17, fitted with a silencer. If the stealth attack had succeeded, the gunman could have easily left the scene undetected, as the surrounding neighbors would definitely not have heard the gunfire.

With a silencer, a Glock would have a sound level of about 100 decibels, which could be reduced to under 60 decibels with subsonic ammunition. In an apartment room made of brick walls, the neighbors would surely not notice.

Jimmy had heard shots when the gunman fired, which definitely used subsonic bullets with reduced powder load; the sound wasn't loud at all. Choosing subsonic bullets made sense for a close-range assassination, barely three meters away; there wouldn't be a lack of kinetic energy, more than enough to kill Jimmy.

Jimmy had used a .357 Magnum, with long, high-powered rounds and a revolver that naturally made a loud noise. The whole building, and possibly even the street outside, could have heard the sounds during the wee hours, while there was little other noise.

After Mahong arrived, two Patrol Officers then left. "Jimmy, how's it going? Found anything?"

Jimmy shook his head, "I woke up to a slight noise, then hid by the bed. He came in and started shooting at the bed; that's when I shot him dead.

Something's off about this guy. He wore an oversized hoodie, and underneath that, a Bullet-Proof Vest that stopped three of my bullets."

Mahong walked to the bedroom door and looked down at the gunman, nodding, "It seems likely he has a military background. We need to investigate thoroughly."

Jimmy: "Yeah, he probably served in the military. His tactical movements were like this. I've never been in the army, but take a look, see if you recognize them."

Jimmy pulled out the Glock, held the gun with his right hand at chest level, nudged the door with his left, then withdrew his left hand to stack it on the right, the gun still at his chest, muzzle pointing slightly forward, only extending the gun fully and aiming with outstretched arms when he reached the firing position.

Mahong nodded and then shook his head, "It's a possibility, though not certain. But he was definitely trained. Holding the gun close to the chest like that could prevent someone in front or to the side from snatching it in the dark. Many training facilities teach this technique."

Jimmy: "Looks like we'll have to check his identity. Something doesn't add up, Mahong."

Mahong nodded, "We've already wiped out and captured Azte's people. According to their confessions, only two groups of them had arrived. So where did this guy come from?"

Jimmy sighed, "Life's becoming unbearable, at least Nia wasn't here today."

Mahong patted Jimmy and turned back to the living room. "I won't go back, let's head to the office together in the morning."

Jimmy made a cup of coffee for Mahong, "Hungry? I'll fix some supper... oh, I'll go ask them."

Mahong waved him off. Such nerve that Jimmy had, just having survived an assassination attempt, with the body still in the bedroom, and yet he was in the mood to make supper and breakfast. It was just as well that he had become a police officer, an FBI agent. Had he taken to the underworld, things would surely not have turned out well.

But this wouldn't do. With someone like Jimmy, it was fine as long as nothing happened, but once something did, any psychological changes could spell trouble.

Mahong was still thinking about finding a psychologist for Jimmy when Jimmy had already reached the bedroom and was greeting the forensics team. Luckily, to the forensics team, a dead body wasn't a big deal; they had seen plenty. Doing their duty at night, and since it was all among themselves, they were not courteous.

Jimmy didn't prepare an elaborate meal, just simple fried eggs and bacon with toast slices. After they finished examining and collecting evidence from the bedroom, and the ambulance took the body away, they all gathered around the dining table for coffee and breakfast before leaving Jimmy's apartment and heading back to the office.

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