User:Minister-Of-War Communist

You push open the door. A man is hunched over a battered old Compaq Presario 6000, typing up an extremely long report on what looks like troop movements between the neighboring nations. You make to leave, and find a more interesting place, but as you do you knock over a lamp. The sound of a pistol being cocked comes from behind you, followed by a voice speaking in a deep Midwestern tenor.

Don't you dare move unless I say so. Show me your I.D.

You pass it behind you, and there is silence for a minute. Then a click comes from behind you, and the typing resumes.

Sorry about that, but this is a Tier-Two and up report. Had you not produced that I.D. I would have shot you right here- as it is, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

You turn to look at the man. A wan smile crosses his face.

Take a pen on the way out. That cup by the door has a few.

You do so. Once safely out in the hallway, you inspect the pen. It reads: BoSS|Communist, Minister-Of-War, U.B.I.