All were inside the van trying to figure out what the FBI wanted. Why were they interested in the bodyguard? Why did they want to rob the drugs inside his pocket? Why did he keep a small packet of drugs in his pocket? What was happening? How was everything interlinked? Journee's brain was working overtime trying to figure out answers to every question.
"I bet you, this is what Harris is about to steal," pondered Journee.
"Drugs?" Jack joined in the conversation.
"A sample of drugs can do wonder. You can compare the sample with the distributors and determine the suppliers involved with the Hall family. We can raid a lot of suppliers, it would cripple the drugs business," explained Trevor.
"How could I be an idiot? That's the FBI's plan," shouted Journee and facepalmed.
"FBI?" screamed Trevor.
"Harris is FBI," she pointed at the screen and showed him, Harris.
"No, no, no, no other Law agency is allowed to be there today," shouted Trevor.
