I can assure you that there’s nothing special about the CIA clods.
One of these turds got dropped into our unit. After we determined that he might be a detriment to our mission, we called the local mama-san.
She dragged the drunken sow to the village, where he had his fill of booze and ladies for his tour, and went home with probably a dozen varieties of unknown VD.
I got the chance to shut up one of their arrogant IT guys once. Interfacing USAF TBMCS to the CIA system during a version upgrade, there was an error. Their guy kept insisting it HAD to be on our side. I finally broke out Wireshark and showed him in big red letters that the error was on their side. With witnesses. It was priceless. :)