You slip into the car and see your new Primary, Gabriel Angelini, and his son. You nod to them, and hold your hand out to shake his son, Michele’s, hand. Mr. Angelini calls him Mikey, though. Mikey: “I don’t trust her, she smells like oranges!” Gabriel: “Does she?” You smell your uniform to confirm the scent, then pull out your computer. You specialize in cyber and physical security, so when Gabriel offers you the Wi-Fi in the smart car, you recognize that it isn’t secure.