If there’s one thing that has given the United States an edge over the years, it’s not our dedicated cadres of young men willing to help the authorities at the drop of a gosh or the hint of a shucks. No, it’s the inability of our saboteur class to keep its mouth shut. Planting a bomb requires stealth and guile; you’d think people who had such attributes would know better than to say “HEY, COMMIE STOOGE PALS, NOW THAT WE’VE PLANTED THE BOMB, LET’S HAVE A BEER” or words to that effect.

You could understand if they felt like speaking freely once they were back at the lair, or headquarters, or hideout, but they might look out the window first. So, are we alone? There’s just some guy a red shirt bent over a younger guy in a white shirt. They won’t talk. They’d have too much to explain.

At least we learn some military lingo: super-biking!