Jimin and Rob wasted no time heading to Union Station, where they boarded the Amtrak Acela Express. The Acela Express was a high-speed train running along the Northeast Corridor connecting DC to Boston. It would take them about three hours to get to New York. Jimin took a seat beside Rob and called Heiden as their train left the platform.
“Heiden, it’s me. I’m on a train going to New York.”
“What…? Lennix, for Christ’s sake!” Heiden exclaimed angrily, losing his temper when he discovered that Jimin was heading to New York instead of Quantico. Jimin had already told him about their plan to sneak into the party, so he didn’t have to explain why he was headed where he was.
“Get back here right now, or you’re fired!”
“Go ahead and fire me. I joined the FBI because I wanted to work this case. Heiden, this case means more to me than anything. I can’t afford to give up partway.”
Heiden spent a few more minutes berating Jimin for his reckless behavior, but once he ran out of criticisms, he sighed irritably.
“You stubborn ass,” he muttered testily. “There’s a detective called Matt Dickens at the New York Police Department Detective Bureau. I’m going to give you his cell number now, so write it down. —Did you get it?”
“Yeah,” Jimin said as he finished scribbling the number on his notepad.
“Matt is a friend of mine. I’ll let him know that you’re headed down there. Go to him for help if anything happens, but strictly on a personal basis. Don’t even breathe the word ‘FBI’.”
“You’re sure about this?”
Jimin didn’t expect Heiden to condone what he was doing.
“What choice do I have? Not like you’ll listen if I say otherwise. —Lennix, I lost my best friend to a terrorist attack. There were also political interests behind it, just like this one, and the investigation was canned. It still bothers me, no matter how many years have gone by.”
Although Heiden was angry, he also understood what Jimin was feeling. Referring Jimin to his friend in the NYPD was Heiden’s way of backing him up.
The train arrived in New York at the scheduled time. At Pennsylvania Station, located underground beneath Madison Square Garden, they disembarked onto the dark, cramped platform and were greeted by the musty, sour odour typical of underground stations.
They emerged above ground, which was a huge contrast with its bustle and neon lights beginning to turn on. Jimin and Rob flagged a taxi to the hotel.
“To the Marquiladin, please,” said Rob to the driver. It was one of the top luxury hotels in Manhattan. Jimin asked Rob if they were going to check out the place to prepare for tomorrow. Rob stared at him blankly.
“What do you mean? We’re going to stay the night.”
“But even the cheapest rooms there go for around five hundred, don’t they? I’ll look for another place to stay.”
“No can do. I’ve already booked us a room. If I cancel now, we’ll have to pay the full price in cancellation fees, anyway. Waste of money, if you ask me. Anyway, I’ve always wanted to stay the night there. Humour me, will you?”
Rob offered to pay for the room, so Jimin had no choice but to relent.
The Marquiladin was also located in Midtown West, and after a short drive, the taxi pulled into a wide driveway in front of a classical-looking building. As Jimin and Rob got out, they were greeted by a dashing doorman with a charming smile. After the doorman carried their things to the front desk, Rob was exceedingly friendly as he gave the man a tip.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Jimin Lennix, a former DEA investigator was arrested by a false accusation of killing his own partner. The FBI agents gave him a special deal, to look for a particular criminal hiding in the same prison. By the time he was detained in th...
