Jimmy tidied up his gear, checked his gun and bullets, and then left the office, driving his Mercury to the hospital to see Charles. On the way, he bought a bouquet of flowers and after thinking about it, he picked up a fruit basket as well. He couldn't go empty-handed, and just flowers seemed a bit inadequate, especially since Charles had only been shot, not sick like Chris. There were no dietary restrictions, so a bit of fruit seemed fitting for the occasion.

After knocking on the door of Charles's hospital room, which was quite large and well-equipped, Jimmy noticed that Charles was popular given the three bouquets of flowers by the bed, all within just one day.

Jimmy: "Charles, how's your wound?" Jimmy set the flowers aside and immediately opened the fruit basket, tossing him an orange.

Charles: "Thanks, I was just getting a little craving."

Jimmy: "How's the wound? What did the doctor say?"

Charles: "No major issues, just a through-and-through. It didn't hit the bone, so I just need to rest."

Jimmy: "Lucky you. Did they find the bullet?"

Charles: "7.62 NATO. It seems he wasn't aiming to kill, more like a warning shot. The situation is a bit complicated this time, of the three witnesses, we're down to one and a half. Only Big Chin is intact, another witness was shot too, currently in another hospital."

Jimmy: "Not bad though, you're pretty lucky. If he really wanted you dead, he definitely wouldn't have fired just once, and he aimed at your leg, a place less likely to be fatal. As for who the guy is, that's up to your further investigation. I won't be involved."

Charles nodded: "Right, Paul wanted me to say thanks for him. Things would have been dangerous on the road today if you hadn't been there."

Jimmy waved his hand dismissively: "It's nothing, just part of the job. We're all aiming for the same goal. Anyway, seeing that you're fine, I can rest easy. After being busy for two days, I need to go home and take a good rest. I'm sick of eating burgers and pizza, time to treat myself to a good meal."

Charles nodded: "Yeah, you should rest up. Have a good night!"

Jimmy left the hospital. He didn't feel like cooking after two busy days, and decided to eat at a restaurant next to his apartment instead of laying eyes on another pizza or burger. However, eating alone isn't much fun, so he turned his car around and headed for the police station to see if Nia had any plans.

The old man Chuck was still buried in documents. Jimmy didn't disturb him and went straight to Nia's desk. It seemed her Detective credentials had come through, as Nia was casually dressed during work hours. It looks like quite a bit had happened in the last couple of days.

Jimmy leaned on the partition at Nia's desk and whispered, "Hey beautiful, free tonight?"

Nia recognized the voice without looking up and laughed, then looked up at Jimmy shaking her head, "No, I'll be busy tonight, and... I need to go home."

Jimmy frowned: "I finally got a day off, come on, let's have dinner together."

Chuck: "Scram, kid, we have work to do here. Really? You just clock out after such a big ordeal today?"

Jimmy turned to Chuck, who had already come up behind him, and said with a furrowed brow, "I haven't seen the news today, what's it about?"

Without giving Chuck a chance to speak, Nia cut in, "There was a shootout at the crossroads, someone filmed part of it from a building, the clarity is pretty good. Plus, we got traffic cam footage from the dispatch center covering different angles from the start of the incident to the end of the fight. Want to take a look?"

Jimmy pouted: "Copy it for me later when you have time. I'm actually curious to see my own combat footage from the surveillance angle. It was an emergency today; bad conditions, bad environment, too many civilians around, had to end the fight quickly. I was with the Federation Court Police's SOG team, a bunch of elites escorting a witness to court."

Chuck took over the conversation: "Jimmy, best you give a heads up to the higher-ups. The TV station folks haven't released your name yet, probably waiting for news. If it's arranged in advance, they won't say anything off-script, otherwise, who knows when they'll put you on the air."

Jimmy: "Hughes should be handling that, I'm not familiar with the TV folks at all. Doesn't really matter anyway, I'm an FBI Detective, my identity is public. If it does come out, so be it, can't imagine anyone preparing to take a potshot at me, right?"

Chuck: "You decide, it's not my problem. Now get outta here, we've got a ton of work today, so stop dreaming."

Jimmy: "WTF! Chuck, you can't do this. It's just dinner, won't take long."

Chuck didn't indulge Jimmy and promptly shoved him in another direction and out of the office, with Nia giggling behind them. "Nia, call me when you're done, I'm taking off." Jimmy said as he was pushed out, then Chuck closed the door behind them.

Ah, not taking the old guy seriously, whatever, time to go home. Might as well eat at the restaurant next to the apartment.

After dinner, Jimmy went home, quickly changed clothes, showered, and lay refreshed on the sofa with a can of beer, resting well. He wasn't sure what his limits were anymore; Heart Eye had been maintained for over 12 hours with no significant strain, a stark contrast to before the fusion with Black Rainbow, when an hour after Heart Eye's upgrade would tire him. The difference was huge.

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