33 Go Home Boy....

"You... what do you want to do?" Nathan Hunt asked boldly, his heart racing with fear as he faced the stern-looking agent before him.

The lead agent, a tall, imposing figure, did not answer Nathan's question but instead took a photo and began studying it intently. Nathan could feel the tension in the air thickening by the second as the agent's colleagues looked on with suspicion and curiosity.

"Are you sure?" one of the agents finally asked, breaking the silence.

"I'm sure it's exactly the same," the lead agent replied, handing the photo to his colleague for confirmation.

As Nathan watched, his mind racing with thoughts of escape, the lead agent suddenly turned to him and his wife, Margaret.

"Nathan Hunt, Margaret Ethan Hunt, you two are accused of being the behind-the-scenes leaders of an international drug cartel," he declared, his voice cold and unyielding. "The CIA will arrest you. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say..."

"Wait! Put the gun down! You guys... which department is it from?" stern voices asked outside the factory.

The lead agent frowned, turning to one of his agents. "What's going on?" he demanded.

"IRS... IRS people are here!" the agent replied, his eyes widening in surprise.

"What?" The lead agent was taken aback. He had not expected the IRS to show up on the scene.

Before he could even begin to process what was happening, the iron gate of the factory was knocked open with a resounding crash. A group of heavily armed agents in uniforms with the "IRS" logo broke in, moving in perfect tactical formation.

"Who is the person in charge?" the leader of the group, a man named Irom Mill, asked in a commanding tone.

"I am a third-level agent of the CIA, Steve Ross," Steve replied, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Who are you?"

"I am a fourth-level agent of the IRS Armed Division, Jack Mills," the man replied, brandishing his ID. Steve could see the fierce determination in Jack's eyes and knew instinctively that this was a man not to be messed with.

"Are you from the CIA? Where is your certificate? What are you doing here?" Steve demanded, his voice booming with authority.

Jack put on a simulated human skin mask to avoid arousing suspicion and used the forged credentials he had just retrieved from storage. Changing his name to Iron Mill and a new voice to match, he spoke with confidence and conviction, knowing that even if the CIA tried to investigate later, they would find nothing amiss.

"You have no right to ask about that," Steve replied, eyeing Jack's ID warily.

But even as he spoke, he could sense that the power dynamic between the two organizations was beginning to shift. The IRS was larger and more powerful than the CIA, and he knew he was outmatched.

Little did he know, however, that the man standing before him was Jack Mills himself, the most untouchable person in the entire IRS. With a shrewd grin, Jack watched as Steve fumbled for words, realizing too late that he was over his head.

"Boy, I'm asking you a question now, and it's very serious. So, listen up," said Jack as he stepped forward, putting his gun against Steve's chest.

The sudden aggression startled everyone, including Hunter and his wife, who was watching in bewilderment.

"Relax, it's a friendly and kind question," Jack added with a smirk.

"We, the IRS, are here to arrest people. Got it? Tell me about your mission if you don't want to get shot for obstructing official duties."

Steve's eyes widened in shock as he struggled to come up with a response. He hadn't expected such an aggressive approach from the IRS agent.

Meanwhile, the agents from the CIA and the IRS pointed their guns at each other, creating a tense atmosphere. Hunter and his wife were caught in the middle, unsure what to do.

"Our mission is to arrest the Hunters because, according to reliable information, they are likely to be the behind-the-scenes leaders of an international drug smuggling group," Steve finally replied, hoping to defuse the situation.

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Is that right? And where did you get this so-called 'reliable information' from?"

Steve hesitated, realizing that he didn't have a good answer. "I... I can't say."

"I thought so," Jack said, nodding his head. "Listen, son, the IRS wants the Hunters for tax evasion. We've been watching them for a year. They're definitely not drug traffickers. Your intelligence is way off."

Steve was taken aback. "Tax evasion? I... I didn't know that."

"Obviously," Jack said with a chuckle. "You CIA guys are supposed to be well-trained, but you couldn't tell that these two were just ordinary factory owners? Come on, man. You're making us look bad."

With a wave, Jack signaled for his team to take the Hunters away.

"Thanks for your non-existent help, but we'll take it from here. Go home, Son....," he said to steve sarcastically.

Steve watched as the IRS agents led the Hunters away, feeling embarrassed and frustrated. He had been so confident in his mission, but now he realized he had been completely wrong. As he walked away with the other CIA agents, he couldn't help but wonder how things had gone so wrong.

Nominally speaking, the CIA doesn't have the power to make arrests in the United States. But as they say, the world isn't black and white. It's a vast spectrum of gray, and the CIA knows how to operate within that gray area.

Sometimes, if they have enough time, they'll go through the trouble of donning FBI uniforms and presenting fake IDs just to make an arrest. They're masters of disguise, after all. But other times, when the mission is urgent, and the target is in a remote location, they'll just go in with their own uniforms and make the arrest. No big deal, right? They're in the clear as long as they don't get caught or reported.

But what if they do get caught? What if the evidence is seized? Well, that's when the CIA employs its age-old strategy of denial. They'll deny all knowledge of the incident, just like the IMF does with Ethan Hunt's missions. It's a well-known and practical scapegoat that everyone in the intelligence community knows.

Suppose things get messy, and Director Brown is forced to make a public statement. In that case, he'll simply explain that it was the agent's personal behavior and the CIA had no knowledge of it. It's not the truth, but it's the best they can do without exposing themselves.

Exposing the CIA's command orders would be a Herculean task. They're like ghosts, operating in the shadows and leaving no trace behind. So unless someone miraculously uncovers a smoking gun, the CIA will continue to operate within the gray area, bending the rules when needed and denying all knowledge when they get caught.

But the truth is that the IRS holds major power in the United States, even more so than the CIA. While the CIA operates primarily in the shadows, gathering intelligence and carrying out covert operations, the IRS is a public entity with the authority to investigate and prosecute individuals and organizations for financial crimes.

In fact, the IRS has a range of powerful tools at its disposal, such as the ability to conduct audits, issue subpoenas, and even seize assets if necessary. They can go after anyone who violates tax laws, from wealthy corporations to individual citizens and even other agencies like the CIA or the FBI. So all other agencies have a fear of the IRS. No one wants to piss them off.