Well, that's what actual spooks call it...the agency. But please don't believe me. I'm as mendacious as our current messiah in the Oval Office. I'm just that guy who saddles up next to you in a bar and spills great tales of adventure and daring do. I mean, it isn't as if I went through CT training at the Farm, have a pseudo, went through Crash and Bang, stayed in the BoQs, was given my primary disguise by Tony Mendez' wife, was a 4 level Arabic speaker thrown into the heart of the Middle East against terrorists, can still shoot the wings off a fly, and eventually left in true name, so that I could at least put the agency on my resume. But I can put a challenge coin on the bar counter if anyone does that to me, saying he's former agency. (He is then required to buy me a beer.) No, I'm just a pimply-faced virgin teen living in my Mom's basement in a 3br in Keokuk, Iowa, eating microwaved Chef Boyadee ravioli and binge watching Bond movies.
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