FBI Director Kash Patel has ordered the release of “hundreds” of documents detailing the agency’s Jan. 6 activities as well as the timely discovery of pipe bombs outside both Democratic and Republican headquarters in Washington, D.C. that month, in response to a subpoena from House Republicans. In a March 7th letter to lawmakers regarding the pipe bombs investigation, FBI Assistant Director of Congressional Affairs Marshall Yates described the disclosure as a “sign of good faith,” highlighting the effort to clarify FBI activities for the public.
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