I walked in and settled myself into a booth, glancing curiously around the room in search of suspicious figures. When I noticed none, I ordered a soda and sipped it, removing the sunglasses from my nose. I rubbed my eyes wearily, yawning quietly. Trailing agents from one end of the board to the other taxed me heavily, though all I was really doing was tracking them and keeping myself updated with their actions.
Here's a great pic made by the hungarian-born Joseph Szabo, a well known photographer in the states.
It pretty much against all policies, but hell, ban me if you wish smile