It annoyed the hell out of me that traffic of those agencies was all encrypted. Sure, I’d know whenever one of their agents was somewhere nearby, but I never had any idea whether the transmissions were about me or somebody else. I tried calling the local Motorola office, pretending I was an FBI agent, and fishing for some clue that would let me obtain the encryption key. No good: the Motorola guy said there wasn’t anything he was able to do for me over the phone, "But if you come by with your key loader..."