Tag Finn is a private investigator.
He was a spy. A few years ago he was an operative in very good standing with the CIA. Not any more.
"Five years ago, Tag Finn went on his final mission for the CIA's elite Special Activities Division. It had entailed smuggling a brilliant nuclear scientist named Farid Ardeshir out of Iran, but things got complicated when Iranian agents intercepted them in Istanbul, and Finn was ordered to terminate the scientist rather than let him fall back into enemy hands. Disenchanted with the Agency, he completed the assignment then walked away from a brilliant career in espionage to return home and become a lowly underpaid private investigator."
We will find Finn to be a very interesting man, which is both a compliment and a sideways jab.
He is interesting in that he gets involved in some pretty fascinating cases which call upon him to make use of his training with the Agency as well as the skills learned before that employment back when he was part of the Air Force's elite ParaRescue force. That latter called upon him to leap from still operational aircraft to plunge to earth in search of people whose aircraft were no longer functioning and who found themselves often in the midst of very dangerous enemy out to do major bodily harm. That meant that Finn had to be very good at tracking, finding, and then defending those people while finding a way to get everyone to safety. Finn was very good at it until he was severely injured on a mission in Afghanistan and his days of plane-leaping came to an end. That is when the CIA came calling.
He is also interesting in that he seems, by his own words frequently uttered, to have a fascination with a common bodily function (though not so commonly or frequently mentioned) involving his bare backside and "the only friend who liked taking s**t more than giving it and had no problem kissing my a**". Finn mentions his visits to the porcelain fixture more than, well, anyone else I know. Granted, his words are not horribly descriptive but they are routinely produced. "My bathroom was my personal kingdom, the toilet my throne, and within these four walls I could relax, read, and reflect on life."
When we meet him he is plying his private eye work in Sausalito where he grew up and decided to return when he left the Agency. He lives aboard a houseboat which he says "added to my private investigator mystique", situated in a nice marina "on the fine line between the haves on the hill and the have-nots on the water". Despite the watery locale of his domicile, Finn is not swimming in case so he "pretty much took every job that came my way" and some of them are less than enjoyable. He will be pulled back to working for Langley on more than a couple occasions largely because it found using a trained man with a PI license useful.
Besides being scatologically inclined, Finn likes women. He also likes good food and really likes good booze but he is definitely hooked on women. I mean, he is not fixated on them. He just ... well, maybe he is. But he is a lot of fun being it.
Good Lines:
- Said by Finn, "I had lived by several rules during the course of my unusual life and one of the top three was not to get shot in the face ... by a complete a**hole".
- "Being a terrorist wasn't as much fun as the brochures made it out to be".