It’s looking less and less like there’s anyone left in the effbeeeye who can be counted on the do the right thing. How bleeping desperate for a job does one have to be to gang up seven-to-one on a five foot chick? I want to see how they write that up on their resumes?
The son of an acquaintance is a "been there, done that" guy with a bunch of combat experience which has left him carrying metallic souvenirs around for the rest of his life; he is - at least was last time I knew - part of fedgov. He sneers at today's average FIB agent and considers them wannabee tough guys (of all genders).