Through the thick one-way glass, Director Womack made no effort to conceal the disgust on his face.
This intensified Jack's curiosity about the extent of the trauma John Mason hadt on the director in the interrogation room next door.
Jim Womack clutched a few thin sheets of A4 paper, his hands shaking so hard that they made a slight crackling sound.
"Sir?" Jack looked at his director in confusion. Almost ten minutes had passed since Mason was brought into the interrogation room, and every second counted.
The FBI was currently establishing a joint command center at Pier 39, across from Alcatraz Island, and General Hammer had given them very little time.
It was undeniable that this combat-seasoned soldier had chosen an excellent location. Unless the military, fearing leaks, sent warships to surround the island or lined up anti-aircraft batteries along the coastline, there was no chance of intercepting those VX missiles.
Crucially, this type of missile doesn't worry about terminal interception by close-in weapon systems. VX is best dispersed through airbursts. After breaking through the mere few kilometers at sea, interception becomes irrelevant.
"These are the full pardon documents signed by the Attorney General. Here, Jack. All we need to know is how he escaped Alcatraz. Just tell us the route."
Jack instinctively took the documents, a bit puzzled. "Sir, I see you've dealt with him more than once. Why don't you talk to him in person?"
"No, for David or me, meeting with him will only make things worse." Jim Womack's face was filled with a look of pain at the past. "
Okay, then I need to confirm whether I've truly been given full authority."
After receiving a positive response, Jack silently rolled his eyes, flicked the documents in his hand, and turned to leave. If he had known this was the way to go, he could have taken care of it on his way.
Turning right, he didn't rush back in. He stood at the door to the interrogation room and made a few phone calls. After making some arrangements, he nodded to the two agents guarding the door.
Jack walked into the interrogation room, forced a smile at the old man who was looking at him gloomily, and flashed the handcuff keys in his hand.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, but preparing these documents took some time."
"I've been waiting for thirty years, and I don't mind waiting any longer." John Mason took the documents from Jack, glanced at them briefly, and then tore them into pieces.
Jack wasn't surprised, and even politely gathered the papers and put them in his pocket, then used the key to unlock the handcuffs.
"I forgot to introduce myself before, Agent Jack Tavolar. You can call me Jack."
"Okay, Jack, now you can tell me what's going on, right?" John Mason rubbed his wrist impatiently. "I strongly suggest you send me back. It'll be better for everyone."
"There are 81 hostages being held in a place you're familiar with, and we need your help now," Jack said.
"You mean Alcatraz? It's become a tourist attraction now?" John Mason looked incredulous.
"Things have changed, haven't they?" Jack shrugged. "The situation is extremely urgent. I'll explain the details later.
Simply put, we're facing a trolley problem. On one track are the lives of 81 hostages, and on the other track are the lives of 7.8 million citizens who are also threatened.
No one likes to make this kind of choice, and you're the key to helping us avoid it. You know Alcatraz like the back of your hand, and you've even escaped from there before."
Mason's old face was hidden behind his messy white hair, making it difficult to see his expression. After a long moment, he slowly raised his head, reached out to brush back the long hair in front of his forehead, and gave Jack a strange smile.
"This isn't the way your FBI works. Your style reminds me of a certain old Italian bastard who's well versed in psychology. "
No wonder not only was Director Jim Womack unwilling to come in and talk in person, but even Rossi simply slipped away under the pretext of going to the Joint Command Center. It turned out that these old guys were quite close.
Jack had the impression that Mason was arrested for secretly photographing the FBI's secret files during the Hoover era. So the strange argument between Jim Womack and Rossi was understandable.
Edgar Hoover, who was in charge of the FBI for half a century, although countless people still curse him or regard him as an idol in their hearts, but what people talked about more were the secret materials in his private collection.
Such as the bathing photos of a certain president's wife, the "blockbuster" of Kennedy and Monroe, the assassination of Kennedy, and the secrets of the assassination of Kennedy. The truth about Neddy, and even whether there were truly aliens at Roswell—
even now, these are still mind-blowing mysteries.
Although, due to the timeline's confusion, Hoover was already dead by the time Mason committed these acts in this world, and it's unknown how he managed to circumvent the FBI's layers of security and obtain such information,
as Rossi said, in this era, those once influential figures are long gone, conspiracy theories are constantly emerging, and certain secrets have long been hyped up. Not to mention that
Mason only has a few microfilms in his possession, even if the originals were declassified and released to the public, it's hard to say whether the sensation would last a week. At least that's what Jack believes.
"I know you don't have a favorable impression of the FBI, and I don't expect you to have much trust in a junior agent like me, but you can make your terms first, rather than rushing back to prison,"
Jack said, looking the old man in the eye, trying to convey his sincerity.
"Okay, take me to the Fremont Hotel and get a suite. I need a hot shower, a shave, and a comfortable suit." "Mason agreed very readily.
"As you wish, sir." Jack glanced at the time, "But we only have two hours before we have to go on a mission. If you have any other needs, you can mention them at the same time."
"Then give me a haircut." Mason shook his "flowing" long hair.
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"He agreed just like that?" When Jack returned to the monitoring room next door, Director Womack's face was full of disbelief.
Jack shook his head and laughed, "No, sir, he didn't agree. He just played a trick. Didn't you see him tear up the pardon document directly? He never thought that he was secretly imprisoned for so many years because he was guilty. "
"Then what are you going to do?" The director looked at the young man in front of him, who still looked confident, in confusion.
"He wants to take care of himself and wear a suit because there is someone he wants to see. Am I right?" Jack looked at his director with a forced smile.
(End of this chapter)