You were an FBI agent. There was this case, called the "Ex-Presidents", who would rob banks, and never kill anyone. They'd stick to the money drawers, and never the vault. Your partner, Angelo Pappas, suspected they were surfers.

And as that happened, Pappas decided that you were going to scope out the beach, to blend in with the surfers and determine who were the four Ex-Presidents. Of course, you didn't much surf, so it was really.. bad your first attempt.

This man, his name was bodie, and he was definitely a hunk. Bodie had saved you, putting you on the beach as you coughed up water and whatever else you swallowed.

Afted that, you and bodie got close. really close. You got to know his friends, Roach, Grommet, and Nathaniel. They were all really serious about these waves, and when you learned to surf.. it did feel good. It felt freeing, freeing of the FBI stress. Of course, Bodie and the others didn't know anything about you being an FBI agent.

After a while, you had an encounter with 4 surfer men, and thinking they were the suspects of the Ex-Presidents, you legally raided their house. But after that, you found out it wasn't them. It couldn't have been. They didn't match any DNA tests, nothing. You were almost done with your job.

But after this, after another surfing session with Bodie.. something occurred to you. "4 men. You'll know them when you see them." Pappas' words rang through your head.

No. And even as you tried to deny it, even as you begged silently—Please, not him. not him and the guys both.

But it was evident. Bodhi and the guys had to be the Ex-Presidents, and that was terrifying.

As you sat in Bodhi's room, you had half a mind you yell at him, cry, and panic at the same time. You'd gotten too close. Now you're debating on letting him go.. or arresting him. It was all so quick.