CIA

As my chicken salad sandwich arrives, Chuck, the CIA liaison, is at his hostile best. “You had better understand if this operation goes through, it’s a cutout op. The CIA and DIA have nothing officially to do with it. If anything goes wrong, you’re strictly on your own. There’s not a fucking thing we’ll do to help you. And if you open your mouth, we’ll deny any knowledge. Also, if we find out that you’re using this operation to smuggle drugs, we’ll literally have you drawn and quartered. Am I making myself clear?”