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10:30 A.M.
Homicide Detective's Bullpen
4th Floor, 12th Precinct
"Authority is not given to you to deny the return of the king?"
"And I suppose that makes you Merlin?" A deep husky female voice intrudes into the conversation.
"Councilwoman Taylor," Captain Victoria Gates addresses the woman, rather surprised.
Heads turn to the source, a 5'5 African Woman in her late fifties with short dreadlocks, wire-rimmed sunglasses, no eyebrows, and wearing a stylish pantsuit sporting a Kente African print stole.
"Wrong Legendarium, Regina," Larry Brown corrects, "You're thinking of Gandalf."
"Do look like I care," Councilwoman Regina Taylor sneers.
"No," Brown smiles slyly, "I think you look like the twin sister Whoopi Goldberg never wanted."
"That joke's getting old, Larry," Taylor rolls her eyes, "And stale."
"So, is Whoopi Goldberg," Brown shrugs.
"I see you still have your brilliant wit," Taylor responds sarcastically, "No wonder I dumped you."
"You used to date her?" Esposito can't help but ask.
"Back when I was a cop," Larry explains, "And for the record, she didn't dump me for my wit which is brilliant, and I have the Pulitzer to prove it.
"She dumped me because I collared her for disorderly conduct. and as she put it, I was betrayed my race by not releasing her."
"You and your partner violated my civil rights," Taylor counters.
"Oh, God not this again," Brown sighs, "Frank Reagan and I were never partners. We were both working security that day.
"He just happened to be standing close by when I handcuffed you so why don't you drop this vendetta you have against him."
"I don't have a vendetta!" Taylor glares, "But I will not tolerate the people of this city being made political prisoners the way I was."
"You were in jail for a whole hour if that," Brown recounts, "You got a desk appearance ticket, and were let go. That hardly makes you Nelson Mandela."
General snickering breaks out from onlookers much to Taylor's annoyance.
"The length doesn't matter," Taylor snarls, "You arrested me because I was protesting the mayor's bigoted and misogynistic policies."
"It was at Ed Koch's first inauguration," Brown counters, "He hadn't had time to have any policies."
"I meant his campaign," Taylor retorts, "It was just platitudes and empty slogan that didn't address the core problems of poor and oppressed of this city.
"We were demanding a civilized and thorough discussion so he could show that it would no longer on business as usual."
"Civilized?" Brown chuckles, "You tried to throw a flaming bag of dog crap at his motorcade."
More snickering.
"But instead," Brown smiles impishly, "It flew went two feet, went out, and landed nowhere near the mayor."
Some laughter actually breaks out this time. Even Captain Gates has to cover her mouth to try and control herself.
"I told you," Taylor glares, "I didn't do it."
"I was standing right there," Brown informs, "And the key piece of evidence was my handkerchief which you used to clean some dog poop off your hands."
The room bursts out into general laughter.
"Sir, should you do something?" Ryan whispers to Gates.
"Why, it's getting good," Gates whispers back, "Not to mention informative."
Ryan just nods rapidly in agreement.
"Regina," Brown begins after the laughing subsides, "Did you happen to visit Commissioner Reagan this morning?"
"Not that it's your business who I see," Taylor says defensively, "But I haven't."
"Damn," Brown blurts, "I just lost twenty bucks."
"My heart bleeds for you," Taylor rolls her eyes, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I predicted," Brown explains, "That you'd charge straight to 1PP to confront Frank Reagan after seeing my column and news of Rick's new position.
"But Rick predicted you'd come here first to confront Captain Gates as to why she never gave you a heads up on any of this."
"Wait," Taylor seethes, "You and Rick Castle bet on me?"
"You never learn do you," Renzulli interrupts laughing, "You've never won a bet with Rick, ever."
"Don't start Tony," Brown responds.
"Two words," Renzulli chides, "Superbowl XXXII."
"Moving on," Brown rolls his eyes, "In any case, don't be mad at Victoria, she was didn't know anything about any of this, the column or the job."
Councilwoman Regina Taylor starts to smile maliciously as she realizes she has an opening to regain the offensive.
"It's interesting Larry," Taylor says calmly, "Weldon, Reagan, and Montgomery arrange it for Rick Castle to follow around Kate Beckett supposedly for research."
"A win/win arrangement," Brown points out, "Rick gets some more bestsellers and the 12th's case closure rate goes up."
"Yes, I know," Taylor nods, "But immediately, you began to glorify his crime fighting adventures like you were his publicist."
"He makes for great headlines," Brown replies, "Each one caused our newsstand sales and web traffic to jump by double digit percentages."
"Makes me curious," Taylor presses, "Why you never mentioned his childhood connection to the NYPD and specifically to the Reagan family.
"Such little tidbits would've gained you even more readers, but you chose not to share them until a few hours before the announcement of his new job. Why?"
"Simple, he asked me not to," Brown shrugs, "He didn't want his past affecting how anyone around here treated him, and I promised I wouldn't.'
"You know," Taylor adds, "I seem to line that he often uses in his novels, something about coincidences take a lot of planning."
"You read Rick's books," Brown says surprised, "I'm not sure if I respect you more or respect his writing less. What's your point Regina?"
"My point is," Taylor glares, "That it's quite a coincidence you decided to finally break your silence just hours before the official announcement of his new position."
"No, it's not," Brown clarifies, "I've known Rick since he was a kid and asked my advice on whether to take the job or not.
"Once I he told me he would, I asked if I could finally write about his past. He thought that over and agreed to release me from my promise."
"You know what I think, Larry?" Taylor asks accusingly, "The whole past five years wasn't about Castle doing research for his novels.
"It was all a part of Frank Reagan's plan to make him is heir apparent with you, Weldon, and Montgomery helping set it along."
"H. L. Mencken," Larry responds, "I quoted him a lot when we were dating, still do, and he gave a great line over a century ago that's the perfect response for what you said."
"It's strange," Taylor replies, "That you've always displayed such reverence for such a racist and antisemite."
"Oh, he was the worst," Brown grins, "He called for civil rights for African Americans and demanded FDR take in every Jew from Europe to save them from Hitler.
"And then there is his worst offense of all, slamming southern poor white trash who think a successful trip down the birth canal makes them the master race."
"His diaries are full of racist language and beliefs," Taylor won't let the argument go.
"True," Brown responds, "As are some of the writings of Lincoln and Lyndon Johnson when viewed in today's light, but where would be without those two?"
"Fine, Mencken was saint," Taylor huffs in exasperation, "What's your point?"
"As I said," Larry answers, "Mencken had this great line about a certain group of people that that still form the core of both hard-right and hard-left groups today.
"People whose central belief is that they're the victim of a mysterious conspiracy against his common rights and true deserts."
Realizing what Larry Brown was alluding to, Regina Taylor narrows her eyes like she's about the tear Larry Brown's throat out.
"Did you just call me a moron?"
"Why Regina," Larry smiles mockingly, "You remembered."
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Lincoln MKT Town Car,
Hutchinson River Pkwy South,
Currently driving through White Plains, NY
"I knew it," Alexis Castle speaks in an upset and stern voice, "I knew Beckett had to be at the center of all your weird behavior.
"But why is solution to Beckett secretly making this huge life altering decision have to be to turn around and secretly make an equally life altering decision."
Sitting side by side in the back of the car, Rick had just finished giving his daughter an edited summary of his morning and the events leading up to it.
He was careful to leave out certain things like Kate's marriage as well as Bracken, her grandfather's involvement, or anything put her in danger.
"What can say," Rick shrugs, "I decided to take some advice I got from Oscar the Grouch when I watched Sesame Street as kid."
"If at first you don't succeed," Alexis recounts, "Don't be a dummy, try something new. You use that whenever you get writer's block."
"Being a doormat wasn't working for me," Rick explains, "So, it was time to try something new."
"But don't you see how hypocritical that is?" Alexis asks, "Especially not telling anyone."
She isn't mad about what I did to Kate, Rick thinks, reading her face, she's mad I didn't tell her. Time to remove the firewood from under the pot. For all his wisdom, boy was Wáng Jìngzé corny.
"Of course, I do," Rick Castle admits, "And I had my reasons, sort of like the ones you likely had when you put that tracker on my phone.
"[Rick turns is head to show a sly grin]My phone has a lot of extras to watch for such things, and I got alerted right after you added it.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Alexis asks confused, "After I chewed you out for doing it to me, violating my trust?"
"My hypocrisy goes only so far," Rick replies, mimicking Val Kilmer's Doc Holliday character's accent in the 1993 film, Tombstone.
"Meaning?"
"Well, why'd you do it in the first place?" Rick asks.
"Because I was worried about you," Alexis admits, "Let's face it dad, you seem to be getting more and more danger prone recently."
"Actually, I think the more accurate term is death prone," Rick corrects.
"That's not funny!" Alexis snaps, "Don't say something like that, not even as a joke."
"I didn't say it," Rick recounts somberly, "Your grandmother did when I was nine, and she wasn't joking. She was terrified and expressed it in her usual over-the-top manner.
"When you saved Uncle Bob from a serial killer," Alexis guesses, "I can't wrap my head around it. You were a kid, and you just did it."
"Wyatt Earp is my friend," Rick responds with another Val Kilmer line from Tombstone, using the accent again.
"I got lots of friends," Alexis uses the response of the character Turkey Creek Jack Johnson in that scene.
"I don't," Rick finishes the scene.
Alexis simply nods, understanding.
"As to hypocrisy," Rick continues, "I think it's good thing to have someone who can find you in a pinch. Can't argue against my own position.
"It was still wrong for both of us to do it behind the other's back," Alexis disagrees.
"True," Rick concedes, "You have to absolutely trust the other person not to misuse the information. I think we that we both assumed that trust gave us implicit permission."
"Really," Alexis huffs, "But you didn't trust me enough to tell me what you were going to do about Kate or the job with Uncle Frank."
"I trust you with my life. That's fact, not flattery," Rick emphasizes, "But I didn't want you to have to lie to your grandmother."
"You don't trust Grams?" Alexis looks at him disapprovingly.
"I trust her to be herself," Rick repeats his mantra, "You weren't even born yet the last time I seriously considered joining the department.
"You should have seen the hysterical dramatics about how she didn't want her only child running down dark alleys after desperate criminals."
"So, she was worried," Alexis argues, "But the press release makes it sound like the it won't be much different than what you do with Beckett now, right?"
"Yes." Rick thinks confirms then thinks That is what the release says.
"I mean we're still worried about you," Alexis continues, "But we're handling it, so I don't see why you're worried about her reaction.
"Because, like then, safety isn't the only issue," Rick expounds, "Didn't you ever find it strange she never told Kate about our connection to the Reagan's?"
"Because you asked her not to," Alexis says unsure where this was heading.
"Have you met your grandmother?" Rick smirks, "I love her, but if loose lips sink ships, then she could take out an entire armada and that's when she's not motivated."
"Motivated?"
"Come on pumpkin," Rick recounts, "You know she's never been very happy about sharing custody of either of us."
"Hold on," Alexis as an epiphany, "Are you saying she went along because it would what…put distance between us and Uncle Frank."
"Yes".
"Come on dad," Alexis challenges, "Even if that were true Grams couldn't possibly think that it could go on forever."
"It's ironic," Rick sighs, "Your grandmother is a successful stage actress a profession that requires constant preparation since there is no take two."
"She's never been too good at thinking things through," Alexis completes his thought.
"She'd convince herself it was for my own good," Rick adds, "And try to stop me by enlisting the three stiletto sisters."
"Gina, Paula, and Beckett," Alexis deduces.
"It's my own fault," Rick rolls his eyes, "But they're convinced I'm a hapless goof who needs protecting from myself, but my mother knows better. And I'm getting tired of it."
"I bet," Alexis nods, "Between Gram's meddling, Gina's threats, Paula's nagging, and Kate control issues, I'm surprised you haven't told my entire gender to put a sock in it."
"I've come close," Rick chuckles, "But I always think of women like you, Erin, Nicky, Diana, and [gets a sad look] your aunt Mary, God rest her soul."
"Women like us?" Alexis looks quizzically.
"Strong, smart women," Rick explains, "Who're honest with me, give my great advice to try to guide me without trying to control me."
Alexis just smiles warmly at her father.
"As I said," Rick continues, "I love my mother. I owe everything to her which is why I'm not looking forward to facing her. The bob aside, you know how she feels about Kate.
"Grams does tend to stick up for her a lot," Alexis shakes her head, "I can almost hear her now [mimicking her grandmother].
"Katherine darling what a wonderful opportunity, it's like you're going up for starring role on the Broadway stage of law enforcement."
"Not bad," Rick chuckles at the imitation.
"I know Bay Ridge would be a huge detour," Alexis says in a meek voice, "But could you drop me off at Uncle Frank's house?
"Sure, pumpkin," Rick replies then informs the driver who Alexis doesn't recognize as one of the usual ones but brushes it off.
"I'm in no mood to listen to Grams defend Beckett again," Alexis huffs.
"And here I was also worried you might stick up for Kate too," Rick gives a worried look at his daughter.
"Why would I do that?" Alexis snaps, "If the great Kate Beckett thinks we're so disposable then you made the right choice. Good riddance then."
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Small huddle room,
FBI Headquarters
J. Edgar Hoover Building
Washington, D.C., U.S.
"Well hello Detective, I was hoping to run into, you again," Special Agent Diana Berrigan greets looking up from her seat at a small circular conference table.
"Run into or run over," Kate Becket sneers at the beautiful dark-skinned Brit who has become her nemesis in the building.
The first part of the interview, the one with a panel of FBI and DOJ heavyweights. and told her to wait in the small room.
"Brought you a pick-me-up," Diana points at a steaming coffee cup, "Grande non-fat latte with two pumps of sugar free vanilla. Have a seat."
"Rick told you in on my usual?" Kate sneers but sits down and takes the coffee, she really needs it.
"He mentioned it," Diana smiles, "I thought you might need one."
"And is this your idea of an apology for that mommy issues crack?"
"Don't be silly," Diana wavers her hand, "Why would I apologize for saying something that is so true."
"I'm getting a little tired of your attitude, Agent Berrigan," Kate growls.
Diana focuses a killer glare at Beckett that causes the Detective to actually feel fear for a second.
"The feeling is mutual," the Agent replies, "There's a sparring area in the gym for after your interview and have some extra gear you can borrow."
"I would love to," Kate responds, "But I have a flight to catch right after."
"Don't worry, it won't take long," Diana grins confidently, "I'm sure you'll be done in time for me to drive you to the airport."
"You expect me to let you drive me back?"
"Relax," Diana chuckles, "I'm just going to give you a, not take you for a ride. That's for the people we arrest. Besides, I know you want me to drive you."
"I do?" Kate says sarcastically.
"Of course," Diana replies, "As I said, you can't let go of the need to pull out any information I have on Ricky. For instance, do you know he hates coffee?"
"What are you talking about," Kate snaps, "I see him drink coffee every day."
"Only with you," Diana counters, "It must say a lot about how he feels about you, letting it be part of your love language."
"So, I should let you drive me to tell what else he's been lying about?" Kate is furious, she's actually losing it over something so minor or maybe it was the last straw.
"You are amazing," Diana shakes her head, "You take such a sweet gesture and turn, a sacrifice even and turn it into something negative."
"Sacrifice, really," Kate scoffs, "Aren't you being a bit dramatic."
"When you have a sec," Diana replies, "Do a search on caffeine, specifically on how it doesn't always work as it should on certain people."
"What are you even doing here, anyway?" Kate decides she's been distracted enough with coffee talk.
"I was ordered to," Diana points to the monitor hanging on the wall which shows the now empty where the interview took place.
"You were watching?"
"Hey, you did great in there," Diana says, "Cool, collected and impressive. I am amazed by your ability to compartmentalize or maybe I should say to rationalize."
"I suppose," Kate rolls her eyes, "This is where I ask you to explain your little swipe."
"Of course," Diana grins slyly, "You didn't seem to be affected whatsoever by the fact that your boyfriend broke up with you about an hour earlier.
"It's like it didn't affect you at all. [narrows her eyes]. I guess it's easier to just rationalize that one shouldn't ruin the other and move forward. That's fairly cold blooded."
I'm so glad I was able to impress you," Kate responds through gritted teeth, barely keeping in control.
"It was impressive," Diana concedes, "I think you allayed any doubts they had about you due to that case drone debacle with Agent Stack.
"But we solved the case, and Sean Tanner confessed," Kate objects.
"You don't get it do you?" Diana shakes her head, "The modern American hoi polloi is made up of dumb, panicky dangerous animals.
"Stack was supposed to make sure they didn't see a key piece of military hardware could be turned on them by a kid with daddy issues."
Kate's face shows she knew the Agent's choice of words was another swipe.
"And that is why," Diana continues, "The Task Force has reassigned Jarred Stack permanently to Guam, the Bureau's tropical answer to Siberia."
"So, someone had to take the fall," Kate says sadly, "But if it was as much of a debacle, then why did they even consider interviewing me?"
"My guess," Diana shrugs, "They decided to take a chance and give you a look because it wasn't your responsibility to keep a lid on things.
"Plus, you already know about their supposedly secret group, and there's you there is your arguably stellar record as a L-LEO."
"L-LEO?"
"Don't you watch the telly," Diana grins smugly, "It's supposedly what Federal agents on certain shows call Local Law Enforcement Officers.
"Didn't anyone on the Task Force mention that they have they like to recruit L-LEOs, especially from large cities where they might have to operate."
"Of course, they did," Kate answers smugly, "They feel having former officers might reduce friction when dealing with local law enforcement."
"Especially in New York," Diana notes, "Which has the unfortunate distinction of being the world's organized crime capital and it's number one terrorist target."
"They mentioned that as NYPD," Kate eyes the agent with suspicion, "I would be especially valuable."
"Translation," Diana responds, "If normally NYPD is not very welcoming of FBI agents, then the Mission Impossible wannabes would drive them around the twist.
"And they just want to use you for your contacts and relationships so you could act as a buffer while the real agents do their work."
Kate is getting increasingly frustrated with the FBI Agent and then something occurs to her.
"Why would the Task Force ask you to watch my interview?"
"Policy for L-LEO candidates," Diana answers, "I supposed they told you about the training if you're hired."
"Yes," Kate nods, "About 60 days at a Federal Law Enforcement Training Center, so?"
"So," Diana responds, "If hired, you'll be an FBI Agent without going through the FBI academy which is not part of FLETC. It's about 140 days, some 800 hours."
"I know the difference between FLETC and the FBI," Academy Kate says annoyed.
"Pillow talk with Will Sorenson," Diana smirks, "Anyway, that difference unsettles some Bureau leaders so field agents from different divisions watch the interviews.
"They also like to have said agents come from the L-LEO's home jurisdictions. Others in New York were watching remotely. I'm representing White-Collar."
"You are going to be evaluating me?"
"Oh, Please," Diana scoffs, "If I was biased one way or another, it would be in favor of getting you out of New York."
"You have made your disapproval of me abundantly clear," Kate sneers, "Even though you just met me today."
"I know enough," Diana responds, "You cloud his judgement. He makes himself be less than he is just to preserve your fragile ego."
"That's ridiculous!"
"Really," Diana sneers, "The Ricky I know was trained by Cal Lightman and should've seen right through that ridiculous story about not remembering your shooting."
"Who's Cal Lightman?"
"They're about to start up again, Detective," Diana points to the monitor showing people entering the interview room.
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Author's Note:
In the show "Blue Bloods", the role of Councilwoman Taylor is played Whoopi Goldberg.
In New York City, a Desk Appearance Ticket (DAT) allows a person who is arrested to leave police custody and appear on their own for their arraignment, or first appearance on the date indicated on the DAT document.
Before 2020, in New York City, maybe issued by NYPD at their discretion may be issued for petty offenses, misdemeanors, and "E" felonies.
Since then, they've become mandatory and no longer discretionary with the police in the vast majority of circumstances. As stupid ideas go, it's right up there with banking deregulation.
Ed Koch was the 105th Mayor of New York City from January 1, 1978 – December 31, 1989. He was defeated by David Dinkins in the Democratic Primary of 1989.
Dinkins went on to beat Rudy Giuliani to become the first Africa-American mayor of New York. But four years later Rudy made a comeback.
Superbowl XXXII (32) was played between the defending champs, the Green Bay Packers, and the Denver Broncos on January 25, 1998.
The Packers beat the New England Patriots the previous year for their first appearance since Superbowl II on January 14, 1968, when they beat the Oakland Raiders.
The Broncos beat the Packers. It was the team's fifth appearance and first Superbowl victory.
It was also the first time an AFC team won the Superbowl since the Los Angeles Raiders in Superbowl XVIII (18) on January 22, 1984.
On top of that I remember it because I won a bet against a friend, ironically a Broncos fan, who was sure they didn't have a chance. I won a whole 25 cents. 😊
H. L. Mencken (September 12, 1880 – January 29, 1956) was an American journalist, essayist, satirist, cultural critic, and scholar of American English. The actual quote Larry Brown mentioned was:
"The central belief of every moron is that he is the victim of a mysterious conspiracy against his common rights and true deserts."
It's one I keep in mind whenever I hear a Woke or MAGA speak.
On the surface his diaries show him using antisemitic and racist language of a person of his times and carrying the learned bigotry of his times.
To Mencken, Nietzsche's "superior man" was the enlightened individual of honor and courage, regardless of race, creed, or social background.
Soon after 1910, Mencken reversed his views of white superiority and began calling for civil rights for African Americans.
Despite the fact that his Diary contains racial slurs and ethnic slang, Mencken rebelled against "the Aryan imbecilities of Hitler." Writing,
"To me personally, race prejudice is one of the most preposterous of all the imbecilities of mankind.
"There are so few people on earth worth knowing that I hate to think of any man I like as a German or a Frenchman, a gentile or a Jew, Negro or a white man."
Mencken was one of the first journalists to denounce the persecution of the Jews in Germany at a time when others were noticeably silent.
As Germany took Europe, Mencken attacked Roosevelt for refusing to admit Jewish refugees into the United States and called for their wholesale admission, saying:
"There is only one way to help the fugitives, and that is to find places for them in a country in which they can really live.
"Why shouldn't the United States take in a couple hundred thousand of them, or even all of them?"
If you've seen the play "Inherit the Wind" or any of its film versions, the character of the cynical reporter, E. K. Hornbeck, was based very accurately on him.
The play was a dramatization of the famous "Scope's Money Trial" of 1925 where a schoolteacher was put on trial for teaching evolution.
Mencken covered the actual trial and was not very kind to the Southern Baptists who came out against Scopes.
Most of his life he was especially contemptuous of white Anglo-Saxon Southerners, describing them as "shiftless [and] stupid," and extolled African Americans as "superior to the whites against whom they are commonly pitted."
I think if he were alive today, he'd say put the Wokes and the MAGAs in a small Island and have them fight it out to the death, then nuke whoever is left standing. I think he would unite both sides in his hatred of him. Check him out on Wikiquote.
Wáng Jìngzé is the purported author of a Chinese essay published in the 6th Century called "The Thirty-Six Stratagems".
It's used to illustrate a series of stratagems used in politics, war, and civil interaction. The 36 are divided among 6 sections.
It focuses on the use of cunning and deception. It is favorably compared to and shares some thematic similarities with Sun Tzu's The Art of War as well as the late-Ming-dynasty work, Zhang Yingyu's "The Book of Swindles" which focuses on the realms of commerce and civil society.
The line Rick thinks of is from Chapter 4 "Melee Stratagems". Stratagem one, "Remove the firewood from under the pot".
It means take out the leading argument or asset of someone; "steal someone's thunder". Instead of going head-to-head with Alexis, he literally takes the fuel out of her fire.
The "put a sock in it" line is from Season 3 Episode 1 of the TV Show Frasier, "She's the Boss". Where Frasier clashes with his new female boss and she punishes him by putting his radio show on the 2:00 A.M. to 5:00 A.M. shift and at one-point snaps.
"DON'T! I've had my share of women's opinions for the week, between the station's new Reich Chancellor and Roz's incessant whining! As far as I'm concerned, your entire sex can put a sock in it!"
Hoi Polloi is an often-derogatory term for the masses or common people.
I got the L-LEO stuff from the TV Show NCIS where they say "Local LEOs" as shorthand for Local Law Enforcement Officers. I just shortened even more to L-LEO.
Federal Law Enforcement Training Centers (FLETC) are interagency law enforcement training bodies.
Except for the FBI which has its Academy, they provide training for pretty much train every sworn Federal Law Enforcement agent in105 105 United States government federal law enforcement agencies.
These range from the high-profile ones like ATF, Secret Service, and NCIS to obscure ones like agents of the Small Business Administration's Inspector General.
Though CIA agents (spies) are not law enforcement and have their own training academy too, CIA does have security and investigators who are to secure facilities. FLETC trains them too.
Through special programs, FLETC also provides tuition-free and low-cost training to state, local, campus, tribal, and international law enforcement agencies.
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