Half The Alphabet Soup In The Federal Govornment

You open the door, expecting some dumbass boy scout selling popcorn or some such idiocy, but instead are confronted by a pair of FBI agents that look suspiciously familiar... One is a tall gangly man with a squarish jaw and dark hair, the other a short redhead with a small gold cross on a fine gold chain around her neck.

"Hello, James Lancer?" The man says in a deepish tennor, flashing an FBI badge.

"Yes, what's this about?" You ask, looking behind the FBI agents to see that there are dozens of vans blocking off the street, labeled everything from "NSA" to "INS:d6" and back around to the expected "FBI".

"I'm afraid we don't have time to explain just yet, you need to put this on and come with us: we'll fill you in during transit." The woman says, handing you a bullet proof vest with the letters FBI stenciled on it in yellow.