When I worked for a telecom company I used to get stuck working double shifts (system maintenance cycle at night) because I had seniority. Rather than go into the office or the data center I worked from my apartment when I could get away with it.
At this point in life I lived maybe fifteen minutes off the DC Beltway in NOVA. This is somewhat relevant.
So, one night I'm waiting for Sylantro patches to install and the cluster to fail back over and I saw a bunch of shadows moving at speed through the window. The odd thing blowing in the breeze at night wasn't unusual but this was a pack. Then I heard a crash upstairs and shouting in at least two languages, English being one of them. Never did find out what the other one was because it was too muffled.
I found out later that somebody living in my apartment building two or three floors up had been raided. I asked the folks I knew on the local police force, and they said it wasn't them. I kinda suspect that it was the FBI. Anyway, he worked for somebody's government and was in the States on a diplomatic visa, and he was also involved in human trafficking somehow. I never did find out specifics.