@Pinochet73,
I walked into Bush's office and saw the President, a weird Asian dude sitting off in the corner, smoking, and my last boss's boss -- General Blackmon, of all people, standing immediately in front of me. Bush bellowed, "There he is, that young whipper-snapper. Are you ready for your first civilian job, Pino?" Shocked, I snapped to attention, and hollered, "Yes, Sir." General Blackmon leaned forward and shook my hand, instructing me to sit down. He then asked, pointing to the Asian dude, "Pino, have you ever met or seen this man before?" "No, Sir," I said. Bush just sat there, behind his desk, studying me. The General and I then had the following conversation:
"Pino, is it true you're the nephew of former Chilean General and dictator, Augusto Pinochet Ugarte?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Is it also true you have worked SPECOPS for the last ten years, planning, coordinating and directing subversion and espionage operations against Latin American governments unfriendly to the United States?"
"No, Sir."
"Did you not personally brief, in detail, the President's father, former President George Bush, Senior, on the vulnerabilities of the Noriega regime in Panama, which underpinned the US invasion of that country, which soon followed?"
"Sir, I am unaware of any such activity, nor would I disposed to discuss it, if it did in fact exist."
As I sweated what seemed like cold blood down my spine, everyone stared at me in a bizarre moment of silence. Finally, Bush slowly arose, approached me, shook my hand and led me to a table, where dinner was awaiting us. "Sit down, Young Man," he said, showing me to my seat, slapping me on the back. "I thought we'd grab a bite to eat while we talked. I hope you brought a good appetite, Pino."
As I sat down, I could feel the weight of a colossal mission settling onto my shoulders. Yeah.....they knew I wanted a mission, and for my sins, they gave me one.