What!
The FBI are raiding us?!
Quick, call the "Meiling Sect"!
William Webster's expression twisted; he wanted to turn and run because he genuinely felt guilty, but this was the CIA!
Have you ever seen the CIA scared of anyone?
His subordinates were all watching him; if he showed weakness, he would be out by tomorrow. You can disappoint others, but you can't let your subordinates suffer!
"Let's go! I want to see where Sessions' people get the audacity to swagger on my turf!" he bellowed with fury but didn't forget to summon the CIA's "Special Operations Group" as he stormed out.
Stir things up!
When William Webster walked out the door with his people, he saw more than twenty cars emblazoned with the FBI logo just casually parked outside the CIA's checkpoint, with a bunch of beefy men leaning against them, smoking.
He frowned at the sight of a familiar FBI high-up and shouted, "Bert Lee, where's your Director Sessions! What are you doing here? This is the CIA!"
