Ben furrowed his brow as two officers nked him, lifting his arms so he couldn''t put up a fight. Their grip was tight, tugging at the wound on his chest, making him wince and instinctively hunch over in pain. A nearby security captain caught sight of this and swiftly approached. "Hold on," he called out.


    The officers turned to face him. The captain walked right up to Ben and, without a word, pressed his fingers against Ben''s chest. Ben grunted and stepped back. Seeing this, the captain yanked down Ben''s shirt, revealing a gunshot wound on his chest, clearly a through-and-through from the back.


    "It was you," the captain asserted. The spot matched where he had hit an intruder that night, and the scabbing confirmed it. Ben locked eyes with the captain, suddenly understanding why the shot he tookst night wasn''t fatal. It was all a setup to pin him as the one who stole the documents. Even with shaky logic, the gunshot wound was enough to fool everyone for now. Plus, he''d been injected with some special base medication, speeding up his healing so the wound scabbed over quickly, making it harder to exin. No one would believe a gunshot wound could heal overnight.


    Soon, Ben was taken away. As Brack was about to leave, Swanson called after him.


    "Let him go?" Brack smirked at Swanson, "Isn''t your guy working on a banned project? Ignoring top-level rules like that, how can you expect me to let him go?"


    Swanson frowned, "It''s just a misunderstanding..."


    Brack wasn''t interested in hearing more, raising his hand to cut Swanson off, "Misunderstanding or not, letting him go isn''t an option. We''ve got plenty to handle at the bureau, so I must be off." With that, he walked out of the office. Swanson left the medical center looking worried shortly after.


    Meanwhile, Mirabe, not a fan of the hospital''s smell, arranged for her discharge that day. Not long after leaving, while on her way back, she got a message from her colleague, Adler Twirling the phone in her hands, Mirabe turned to the driver, "What would it take to get Adler out of the bureau?"


    James raised an eyebrow, "Others might have conditions, but for you, there are none."


    Mirabe looked away, "Can we swing by there now?"


    "Sure," James nodded. The car


    made a turn at the next corner, heading straight for the National Security building. Twenty minutester, they pulled into the security bureau. Mirabe had been there once before; it wasn''t familiar territory, but it wasn''t entirely foreign either. After getting out, she walked alongside James. The guards at the entrance nodded respectfully at him. Mirabe clicked her tongue at this.


    James shot her a sideways nce before pulling out a ck keycard, swiping it by the elevator door, which smoothly opened. The security bureau was on the third floor, along with the detention rooms. When they reached the third floor, the officers, already informed of James''s arrival, were waiting in the central hall.