Approached the van from the side, inside the van there was a person sitting in the cabin, with a laptop in front, typing. Beside him was a half-high small shelf, which seemed to be a military cot.
Jimmy frowned as he approached, considering whether to take him down, because just from looking at this it seemed impossible to confirm if this person was surveilling him. Crucially, from Heart Eye Vision's angle, there were no surveillance devices visible. If it's just someone who can't afford an RV using the van as a temporary residence, that's also plausible, after all, with the person in the van, anyone wanting to move the van couldn't do so.
"Boom," Jimmy punched the side of the cabin, scaring the person inside, "Who's out there?" he yelled as he walked to the back door, pulling it open and looking out. A gun barrel pointed directly at him, "FBI, don't move."
