After hearing Ruiz's arrangements, Jimmy continued to review files. It seemed there were no opportunities for fieldwork at the moment. The cases were either closed or pending intelligence from the surveillance team, and he felt like he spent most of his days buried in various documents.

Before noon, Ruiz came out again, "Jimmy, come in."

Jimmy stood up and entered Ruiz's office. Ruiz took a deep breath and then said to Jimmy, "Hughes just called me. Go to Hughes's office."

Jimmy was startled, blinked, and said, "What for? Hughes is so busy, why is he suddenly focusing on me?"

Ruiz waved his hand, "Just go if you're told to go. GO!"

This was an indication of a bad mood, the kind where even an explanation seemed too much to give. Jimmy turned and left the office, circled back to the area where Peter and the others were, and Hughes's office was right here.

"Hughes, you wanted to see me?" Jimmy knocked on the door and called out to Hughes inside.

Hughes pointed to a chair in front of his desk, "Sit," and then picked up a file from his desk and handed it to Jimmy.

Jimmy flipped through it and found that it was a report of the several shooting incidents he had been involved in since he had come to the FBI's Manhattan office in New York, including the report from yesterday's gunfight.

Jimmy closed the report and handed it back to Hughes, "Hughes, I don't understand, is there a problem?"

Hughes said, "Yes, OPR wants to conduct an inquiry with you."

Jimmy asked, "Why? I haven't done anything against the rules, have I?"

Hughes tapped on the reports on the table, "Because of these. You've been involved in several shooting incidents and killed several people since you started at the Manhattan office a month ago. OPR will conduct an inquiry and investigation to confirm whether you're suitable for your current position."

Hughes picked up the file, stood up, and said, "Come with me, they're in the conference room."

Jimmy followed Hughes to the conference room. He had already seen two people sitting there when he arrived because he wasn't working in this area anymore, so he hadn't looked closely. Unexpectedly, they were there for him.

In the conference room, a man with golden short hair stood up, took the file from Hughes's hand, and shook hands with Hughes, "Thank you, Hughes."

"Jimmy Yang, right? Please sit down. I'm Garrett Fuller from OPR."

Jimmy had already seen the file Fuller was looking at before, which was his FBI file complete with his photograph. Now, Fuller asked Jimmy to take a seat and began to review the shooting reports.

After looking through them repeatedly, Fuller looked up and smiled at Jimmy, "Don't be nervous, this is just routine inquiry. We're all on the same side, nothing will happen. Jimmy, you haven't been at the Manhattan office for long, so tell us about the cases you've handled during this time."

Jimmy didn't have anything to hide. He hadn't been there long, and the cases he participated in weren't led by him. He remembered them clearly and recounted the cases he had been a part of.

During the conversation, Fuller interjected and asked Jimmy to explain in detail his actions in the cases. An hour passed as they talked, and finally, the inquiry concluded, likely leaving the stenographer's hand tired from all the note-taking.

When Jimmy came out of the conference room, he saw Peter and Jones standing outside.

Jimmy raised his hand in greeting, "Hey, Peter, Jones."

Peter nodded towards the conference room with his chin, "What happened in there?"

Jimmy shrugged, "Garrett Fuller from OPR, investigating me. He just asked about this past month's events, and the inquiry just finished. I still don't know what they'll say."

As Peter was about to say something, Hughes's voice suddenly came from his office, "Jimmy, come in."

Jimmy pointed to Hughes's office, and Peter gestured for him to hurry over.

Jimmy entered the office and asked, "Hughes, is there anything else?"

Hughes replied, "I've already spoken with Ruiz. Go home and rest for a few days."

Jimmy looked bewildered, "Come on, what for this time?"

Hughes said, "Just go home and rest for a while. OPR will notify you when the investigation is over. A week should be enough."

Jimmy looked at Hughes, unsure of what to say, turned, and left Hughes's office without even saying goodbye.

It was truly frustrating. Jimmy had clear reasons for firing his weapon each time. Although his approach might have been heavy-handed, his last two interventions had actually saved the lives of his colleague Jones and surveillance team member Jack. To be subjected to this investigation and forced leave was quite disheartening.

However, the forced leave simply meant he was to rest at home. They hadn't confiscated his gun or badge, suggesting that Hughes might also have reservations about the OPR investigation.

The Office of Professional Responsibility is akin to the Ministry of Internal Affairs in a police department, primarily conducting investigations on internal personnel. Such investigations usually imply potential misconduct by the subject, and taking away their firearm and badge for leave is a common practice. Surrendering their firearm and badge effectively strips an agent of their law enforcement authority temporarily.

Jimmy didn't bother saying goodbye to either Ruiz or Peter; he just left the Federal building and went back to his apartment. Once there, he chucked off his suit onto the couch, poured himself a stiff glass of whiskey, took a heavy swig, and then lay on the sofa to stare blankly.

Ever since arriving in New York, it felt like one thing after another hadn't gone his way, far less comfortable than his old life in the small town of Little Rock, where no one gave him a hard time, and life was way too comfortable.

Feeling down, wanting someone to drink and chat with, he suddenly realized he had no one he could turn to. Jimmy felt like a failure; it had been a month in New York, and all he had known was work, with no intention of making this place feel like home nor making any acquaintances. Was he just naturally a workaholic?

Back in Little Rock, although he didn't have many friends, he could find someone to have dinner, a drink, chat, or hang out with during his time off. At the very least, he had Justin's bar for entertainment. In New York, however, Jimmy couldn't think of anyone he could meet or any place he could go.

After much thought, Jimmy suddenly realized that if he truly wanted to make New York his home, maybe it was time to put his house-buying plans into action. He might as well get it sorted out during his time off.

Jimmy checked the time, and it was almost 1 pm. The morning inquiry had lasted an hour, and with the rest he took when he got home, he had missed lunchtime.

Jimmy got up, grabbed his suit, and headed for the door when he suddenly remembered he was on leave. Why put on a suit? He went into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, grabbed a pair of jeans and a denim shirt to change into, and even found his cowboy hat from Little Rock, which he hadn't worn for a while. Dressed in his new outfit and with the hat on, he felt his mood lift significantly.