Upon arriving at the apartment, Jimmy asked Tom to rest in the living room while he went to fetch two cans of cola from the fridge and placed them on the coffee table. Then he entered the study, opened the safe, and took out his CIA identity card and the phone with its battery removed.

Returning to the living room, Jimmy handed the card to Tom, "If you use my card, won't the CIA notice?"

Tom replied, "No, I'll use your card to activate a safe house. It's offline and not linked to the headquarters."

Jimmy asked, "So, what should I do with this phone? I was worried about problems, so I never installed the battery."

Tom sat up straight, looking into Jimmy's eyes, "Jimmy, do you want to engage with your CIA identity now? It could bring you other troubles."

Jimmy said, "Even if not now, someone will eventually find me, won't they? I don't want to get involved right now, but when someone comes looking for trouble, I want to be above suspicion. Right now, I don't know anything, I don't even know how to use the identity card."

Tom thought for a moment and said, "There's still some time. I'll explain it to you briefly, but you better not activate your identity in New York. If possible, it makes the most sense to do it in a foreign country where you're in danger. You're FBI, you have the chance to travel outside. Mexico or Colombia would be best, Europe next."

Jimmy asked, "Is there a difference?"

Tom explained, "An undercover agent self-initiating their identity will be marked as a high-risk signal while abroad. Activation means there is a threat to life or an emergency; local branches just need to confirm the identity with headquarters."

Jimmy nodded, stood up and returned to the study, placing the phone and its battery back into the safe.

Tom shared some precautions with Jimmy, like how to contact local branches overseas, then left Jimmy's apartment. Jimmy couldn't be bothered to go back to the office to change cars and just parked the agency car in his rented parking space, then bought some food to get through the night.

The "Beep, beep, beep" of his FBI phone woke Jimmy from his sleep. He reached out to answer it.

Jimmy said, "This is Jimmy, what's up?"

"This is Thompson from the surveillance group. Manny has shown up," came the response.

Jimmy asked, "What's the situation now?"

Thompson replied, "Manny just left an apartment and got into a taxi, now he's left the area."

Jimmy inquired, "Are you following him?"

Thompson confirmed, "Yes, we can't tell where he's headed yet, but he's moving towards Queens."

Jimmy replied, "I'm heading out; keep on his tail."

Jimmy didn't bother going back to sleep. He checked the time; it was 11:30 PM. Due to the case he'd been working on these past days, he'd been going to bed early to stay sharp for the following day. However, Manny hadn't shown any sign of movement during the day and chose to stir at night instead.

Jimmy hurriedly changed and went to the parking lot, drove towards Queens, and called Chris en route to update him. At this hour, there was no way Chris would join Jimmy for an all-nighter, but informing him counted as reporting in.

Jimmy kept in touch with the surveillance team as he headed toward White Stone Town. By the seaside, he caught up with the surveillance vehicle. With headlights off, he slowly approached the monitoring vehicle. After parking, Jimmy entered the surveillance vehicle.

Jimmy asked, "Which one of you is Thompson?"

Thompson raised his hand, still fixated on the monitor in front of him. The screen displayed an odd image using thermal imaging to monitor a warehouse not far ahead.

Thompson said, "Manny's inside that warehouse. He came out of the Bronx, took several turns, then came straight here and got out of the taxi, which has now left."

Jimmy watched the monitor. Thankfully, the walls of such warehouses weren't made of brick or stone, so they were able to detect slightly differently colored areas inside, which seemed like a warehouse converted from shipping containers. The differently colored area flickered on and off, indicating that the warehouse stored quite a few items.

After a while, Manny emerged from the warehouse, carrying something on his shoulder. He set it down, turned to close the warehouse, and then the headlights came on. No wonder he hadn't asked the taxi to wait; it turned out that there had been a motorcycle stored inside the warehouse all this time.

Manny placed the object he had been carrying onto the back of the motorcycle, mounted it, turned on the headlights, and rode away.

Jimmy stepped out of the surveillance vehicle, followed the motorcycle with the monitoring car trailing behind at a distance of several dozen meters. The only problem was that the surveillance vehicle was moving too slowly at night. Manny soon noticed something amiss and sped off.

The monitoring vehicle continued at a slow pace, but Thompson had already called Jimmy to take the lead in the pursuit.

Chasing a motorcycle wasn't a big issue for Jimmy, the real problem being that, unlike before when he was in a police car and could generally ignore red lights, he didn't have such conveniences now.

Jimmy kept a good distance behind Manny's motorcycle. Because Manny had been out of sight earlier, once he saw that there was no van behind him, he slowed down, which conveniently allowed Jimmy's pursuit to continue without issues.

Driving all the way to the vicinity of the White Stone Bridge, the motorcycle turned off to go under the bridge. Jimmy parked above and followed down on foot, hiding nearby. Perhaps Manny had let his guard down, or maybe he hadn't anticipated anyone following him this far. He took the object from the back of the motorcycle and dragged it towards a bridge pier.

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