Since the dawn of counter terrorism (and terrorism), countless trained professionals have been fighting an irresistible urge, a conundrum.
Popping the chicken.
That juicy chicken has blown many covers, though not by its own intention.
A typical scenario:
Trained professional: there’s the chicken. The enemy is far away. I think.. Naw, can’t risk it.
Chicken: *bock bock*
Tango: *RATTATATATA* Thanks, chicken. Here’s your 100 Lire. Oh, right..
The well known temptation of blowing one’s cover in return of the satisfaction of popping the chicken. The satisfying poof of feathers.
PS: Popping the chicken is, as far as I know, not a euphemism for pulling the salmon.