Saturday Night, 2:00, Fritz' Apartment

Gil

Fritz lives in the basement of a townhouse on Capitol Hill. It isn't even all that nice, but I'm sure it's expensive. It's decorated college student style - plywood and cider blocks. There is a couch in the living room area that I think he got out of his neighbor's trash. It's incredible the things people will throw out. On an old steel desk against the far wall is his computer. It looks as though he has gone to the trouble of picking up some of the trash from his floor.
Fritz looks as though he has become part of the couch, wearing only a pair of red boxers with a print that looked like kiss marks and a Minor Threat t-shirt.
Apparently it was the CIA the sprung him from the police. Fortunately for him, their intentions were good, or at least not bad. It looks like he is going establishment. He won't actually be busting people, but he will be working for the guys that do.
Strange how things change. This is not exactly what I pictured happening to us.

Fritz

I called up Gil and go him to come over.
"Hey there Fritz, you look like a bus hit you. What's up?"
"Oh not to much." I start to giggle.
"Spit it out," he says, collapsing onto my red beanbag chair held together with duct tape.
"Looks like I'm going to be having some lifestyle changes. Maybe I'll be able to decorate. I'm babbling. OK. I'll start over. Remember those guys in trench coats we saw at BK park the other day? They're CIA."
"Shit!"
"No, no, it's not bad. I've talked to them. It turns out that machine I hacked into? They were running it."
"Who? The CIA? Why would they run a spoof like that?"
"Apparently this is there most recent attempt to recruit `computer security experts' to work for the CIA. They offered me a job."
His jaw hit the floor. "So you're going to do it? Go establishment?"
"I really wasn't sure at first, but the more I think about it, the better it sounds. Besides, they're going to help me get out of trouble with the local cops."
"We'll be on different sides," he says.
"What do you mean? It's not like I'm going to be busting people. I'd be doing the same thing as ever, I'll just be getting paid."
"Will you have to wear a suit?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask." We both laugh.