... You wouldn't know, by looking at us in our sunglasses, our somber dark suits, and carrying our concealed pistols and compact machine guns ... that we were s

... You wouldn't know, by looking at us in our sunglasses, our somber dark suits, and carrying our concealed pistols and compact machine guns ... that we were sitting in the privileged sanctum of the White House planning a clandestine baseball game. We weren't supposed to be planning one. Agent-in-Charge Doltmeer was opposed to it, but that only meant that we wouldn't let him play. Without explanation, which frequently was how our lives progressed, someone put this flyer on the bulletin board at work: First Annual Baseball Game between the CIA and the Secret Service Date: July 14 Time: Classified Location: Classified It seemed juvenile and a little stupid, so most of us liked it immediately... Doltmeer didn't think any of it was funny. "Who put this crap here?" he asked, as he looked at the flyer. "I'll start an investigation immediately. Plus we'll need some uniforms and gloves," I said. -- John Welter, Night of the Avenging Blowfish