I was proud to be one of them, and never stopped hoping that I would measure up to the agents I worked with. Obviously, in every situation there are exceptions, but I have never seen a more uniformly competent, overachieving group of people in my life. One of the greatest privileges of being in the FBI was getting to work with the incredible people there. That’s about as sensitive as SWAT guys get, but it said a lot. When we finally bid each other good-bye, Ryan finished with a quick Miss ya, man. It had gotten routine before I retired, but now it would be incredibly refreshing. I longed to be in that bank, interviewing victim tellers and building a case. Our conversation was all too brief, as Ryan had to get back to work. It wasn’t the guns, it wasn’t the excitement, it wasn’t the cool operations-it was the people. Suddenly it all flooded back: all the memories, all the joy, all the pain, along with an aching longing to be back on SWAT with Ryan and the team. It would be out of character for him to start a conversation with anything but a provocative joke. Hey, Steve, has your wife ever leveled with you about her and me? was Ryan’s opening gambit. Here he is, he added, handing his cell phone to Ryan. The reason I know him is that he’s a con artist who has posed as a preschool teacher and an FBI agent all over the world. He’s standing right here, Steve he responded to the bank robbery and he says he knows you.Įvan, listen carefully, I said seriously. But he’d transferred to San Antonio several years ago, and we’d had had little contact since then. But even beyond that, he was one of the most interesting, funny, and tactically competent people I had ever met. We traveled all over the world with the team. As teammates, we depended on each other for our lives. We went through SWAT tryouts, SWAT training, and countless SWAT operations together. Ryan was one of my favorite people in the world we’d been on the same SWAT team for five years. Steve, do you know an FBI agent named Ryan March? I was absolutely at a loss as to why Evan was calling. I could hear voices in the background as the familiar process of interviewing the tellers and bank personnel began. He had just responded to a bank robbery in which the robber got away, and Evan was standing inside the now-locked bank. One afternoon recently, I got a call from him. My brother-in-law Evan Easterly is a policeman in San Marcos, Texas, outside of San Antonio. He received multiple awards from the Department of Justice before his retirement in 2008, has written two episodes for an FBI-themed TV series, and is a regular commentator for Headline News. Steve Moore is a former agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation who had assignments as a SWAT team operator, sniper, pilot, counterterrorist, and undercover agent. With honest, self-deprecating humor, Steve Moore's narrative details his successes and his mistakes, the trauma the job inflicted on his marriage, his triumph over the aggressive cancer that took him out of the field for a year, and his return to the Bureau with renewed vigor and dedication to take on some of the most thrilling assignments of his career. At the same time, it challenges the stereotype of FBI agents as arrogant, case-stealing, suit-wearing stiffs with representations of real people who carry badges and guns. The book gives a firsthand account of a career in the Federal Bureau of Investigation from the academy to retirement, with exciting and engaging anecdotes about SWAT teams, counterterrorism activities, and undercover assignments. For decades, movies and television shows have portrayed FBI agents as fearless heroes leading glamorous lives, but this refreshingly original memoir strips away the fantasy and glamour and describes the day-to-day job of an FBI special agent.
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