Quotes About Undercover

If I wasn't an actor, I'd be a secret agent.

I'm secretly very stuffy.

I've been operating undercover to discover her whereabouts. All that stuff you read in the papers was just a ruse, designed to make the enemy think I was in disgrace. I've actually been working for the Murnauer

Secret Service agents wear suits to blend in with presidential visits, not stand out.

When you're undercover you try to stay as true to your identity as you are. You know who you are, and you know how you normally function. If you try to put on a pretense, such as assuming a fake voice, you have to put on that fake voice all of the time. And you can't afford to slip out of it. It's too dangerous.

You must never underestimate the power of the surreptitious.

I'm always leery about bumping into somebody. One time I was with my wife in a restaurant, I saw somebody from my undercover days, and I got up and we just walked out.

adamant that Carl never let on that he felt his cover was

Olsons P.I. 'Kenny Jones' as he approaches a barman in a notorious Bangkok Gay bar as part of an investigation - 'I was tempted to ask him if he had heard the one about the two condoms walking down Soi Rome when they see The Balcony Pub. One condom turns to the other and says 'Let's go in there and get shit-faced' -

with the key taped inside the left-rear wheel well.

For a man of the secret world, you have a rather famous face.

nom de guerre

A proper cover was like a shield. The typical undercover Office field agent spent far more time maintaining his cover than actually gathering intelligence. Cover, they told her, was everything. During

I can be whoever you want me to be: CIA, FBI, DIA, an agency so fucking secret you've never heard of it before." -Gabriel Allon

There are four rules for shadowing: Keep behind your subject as much as possible; never try to hide from him; act in a natural manner no matter what happens; and never meet his eye.

No thief was going to try any funny stuff with a top detective hanging around. I decided to go undercover. And I didn't mean climbing into bed.

that out loud? "Repeat, Agent Vail?" "I said, 'A lot of sittin' for the next six minutes.'" The last thing she needed was to have her radio transmission played back in front of everyone; she'd be ridiculed for weeks. "Unit Five approaching, Queens Boulevard and Forty-eighth." Mike Hartman's voice sounded

Agent Vail. I'm in position, thirty feet from the bank's entrance. I've got a visual on three well-armed men dressed in black clothing, wearing

I wanted to be an undercover cop, blending in with the public, looking like a black militant or a long-haired hippie yet having a gun on my hip, a badge in my wallet, and able to enforce the law. To me, that was the neatest thing in the world. It was also challenging.

I love 'Donnie Brasco' and 'Days of Thunder,' so after I did 'The Skulls,' I was like, 'I want to be either an undercover cop, or I want to race cars!' Universal came to me with a newspaper article about street racing in L.A., and I was like, 'Are you kidding me? I grew up doing that right off Peoria in Sun Valley.' They asked if I wanted to do it.

While teaching, I also worked undercover in the lower courts by saying I was a young law teacher wanting experience in criminal law. The judges were happy to assist me but what I learned was how corrupt the lower courts were. Judges were accepting money right in the courtroom.

Andrew Warren was a rarity in the CIA's Clandestine Service - African-American, fluent in Arabic, and relatively young for an agent who'd already spent nearly a decade chasing terrorists in Afghanistan, Egypt, Iraq and Algeria, so deep undercover that few of his friends or family knew the nature of his work.

You think I want to get involved with someone in the witness protection program?" I laughed. "That's just my theory. Besides, if you get close to her, maybe you can learn the truth about her name." "What's it worth to you?" I stared at him. "What are you talking about?" "For me to go undercover, to get the information you want.

GB officers constituted the main force at Stone and were selected from among the baddest-ass military units—SEALs, Marine Force Recon, Air Force Parajumpers, and the Army's Combat Applications Group (formerly know as Delta Force). They wore civilian clothes and were equipped with the most advanced light weaponry on the planet.3