I remember my first and only interview with a government black suit. I was in the Navy, awaiting the start of my training for a job which required a top secret clearance. Nobody called to announce they were coming. Nobody even told me that an interview was required. I was sitting in the smoke pit outside my barracks, talking to friends, when 2 black suits walked up, flashed their badges, called me by name, and asked me to follow them. Talk about sweating bullets. I had no idea who these guys were, or how they knew who I was. They led me across the base to a building, making small talk, and left me in a room that felt only slightly more inviting than an interrogation room. Then the nicest lady came in and asked me all kinds of questions that I wasn't expecting. Apparently they had already talked to my neighbors back home, my parents, extended family, highschool friends, and probably even more people that I still don't know about. Interview went fine. It's a little unnerving talking to someone who knows everything you ever did, including detentions you served in high school, yet you don't know a damn thing about them. But she had a soft, disarming voice, so I didn't **** my pants. I guess it all went well, as I got my TS clearance and went to work on a submarine less than a year later.