"Team Six, but I can't tell you any more..."
"...without a Need To Know."
So said yet another yahoo, tonight.
Pal LawDog, who'd dropped by and was riding shotgun with me for a few minutes while passing through town, exchanged a sideways glance with me. We both tried to keep our smirks from showing as we faced away from him.
I don't think the yahoo could have seen them through the smudged Lexan of my patrol car's cage, anyhow. That, the darkness, and the fog of better than double the legal limit of alcohol would impair anybody's ability to detect inaudible snark attacks.
It's always "Team Six."