Your first agent assignment takes you to Minneapolis, home of subzero temperatures and beaucoup snow. You're from sunny, warm Florida and you hate the cold. This is somebody's idea of a bad joke.
Now we're talking. You've been rotated to San Diego, which suits your blood and your suntan. Your Spanish fluency comes in handy here, and it's also caused the DC higher-ups to notice you. You're not sure if that's a good thing.
Protective detail for the Vice President's kids. They're self-proclaimed spoiled brats who expect their Secret Service agents to be their gofers. Just bite your tongue and remember their parents are taxpayers, too.
As a reward for surviving the Veep's little monsters, you've landed the Tampa field office manager slot. Now you get to call the shots, and soak up the sunshine and warm Gulf breezes in your spare time...yeah, right.
You've about had it with government bureaucracy. You've traded in your dark suits and schedule craziness for a much saner security consultant gig. You talk to major companies about keeping their execs out of harm's way...and out of the headlines. You're out of the headlines, too...operating your biz from your Bahama getaway.