Not pictured: a wealth of pizza, beer, and cupcakes. We were trying to be sly about our photo-snapping! Sam Machkovech SEATTLE—On Friday night, I showed up at the predetermined location just a few blocks from a Seattle pier. I hopped some shrubs, showed up at the keypad-locked door, and waited for my insider, Dave, to grant me access, all the while remembering our agreed-upon story: I was a paralegal, and we had recently met playing pick-up basketball.