You’re at a pool party. One of your co-workers/team-mates pulls you aside. He knows a secret. (“Well, more of a rumor but…”) The Company has recently come into a large-ish stockpile of intercontinental ballistic missiles. With nuclear warheads. And they’ve been buying up retired quarries in Barre as places to cache those weapons. They’re calling it “Operation Fish Picnic”. Then you pose with him for a picture and dive back into the pool.