I finally had my one-on-one with an FBI agent, an affable Filipino man. “What skills do you have?” he asked, sizing me up. “Oh, some French, German and Arabic.” On the last syllable, his eyes became very wide. Was he hungry? “Wow, you’ll be light-years ahead of some of the others in training.” He handed me an informational packet with a hopeful smile, and we parted ways . . . forever if I can help it.