CIA

In a quiet room in Chantilly this April, CIA tech minds and SOCOM operators will start sketching the tools that will let small teams see more, move lighter, and think faster than the enemies waiting for them.

Trump signals possible Iran deal as Tehran fortifies nuclear sites, CIA targets Chinese military personnel, and Ukraine disrupts Russian Starlink.

From Langley speeding tech to operators, to the Pentagon leaning on contractors to build faster, to AI moving inside the wire, Washington is quietly rewiring how it thinks, builds, and fights for the next war.

Wake up in the dark, throw on cargo pants and boots, mainline coffee and Rip Its, live in cable traffic inside the TOC, and if you are lucky you end the night at the fire pit with a stiff drink and a short laugh before you do it all again.

Batman made it look cool, but the real Skyhook riders were the kind of men who trusted a steel wire, a balloon, and a pilot’s nerve more than luck or legend.

Street Craft is about blending in, not standing out; it’s the art of hiding in plain sight. Today, I’ll teach you how to run a proper Delta approved dead drop.

Dive into SOFREP’s most compelling articles on covert operations, unveiling tales of intrigue, espionage, and sacrifice that shaped history.

I’ve seen Agency birds parked in plain sight; these two Basler BT-67s in Tullahoma—matte-gray, unmarked, and papered to a Delaware cutout—fit the pattern.

In the shadowy waltz of Cold War espionage, the CIA’s heart attack gun wasn’t just a weapon—it was the grim poetry of paranoia rendered in steel and poison.

While the world argued over tanks and F-16s, the CIA quietly built a deniable war machine in the Ukrainian shadows—armed to the teeth, fluent in covert chaos, and operating under a silence so deep Congress could barely hear its own heartbeat.

From an agency born of necessity and imagination, Donovan’s OSS planted the seeds that grew into the CIA and today’s elite special operations forces, proving that a few “glorious amateurs” can shape the future of warfare.

Behind vault doors and black budgets, there’s a Starbucks where the foam is classified, the espresso’s top secret, and even your cappuccino comes with plausible deniability.