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toward the book Trevor held. “A rolling stone gathers no moss.”
    The man’s tone and expression were full of uncertainty. Trevor lowered the book, giving Cassandra a full view of the man they had now established as being their asset. He replied with the arranged counter phrase: “Sure ’nough, I’m a rolling stone.”
    Trevor watched as the asset’s expressive face changed, becoming almost somber. When he took a step forward, Trevor shook his head and waved him back. “Nope. Stay there. Did you bring the details as instructed?”
    The man stopped mid-stride and seemed taken aback by Trevor’s order. He had no idea the button camera trained on him was providing Trevor’s tenacious wife with a full view of his reactions, allowing her to scrutinize him like a bug under a microscope.
    Familiar with Cassandra’s love for detail, he was certain she would be making one last critical pass around the perimeter and smiled inside when he heard her over the link. “Looks clear. It doesn’t look like he was followed or came with anyone. Turn just a smidge to your left.” He did as directed. “Good.”
    Trevor watched as the asset reached into his briefcase. “Easy,” Trevor cautioned him. A face-to-face meeting in their line of work was always risky, no matter how much planning went into it. Being compromised was not an option. But the adrenaline rush in Trevor’s veins at that moment made it well worth the risk.
    The asset pulled an envelope from the case and, with careful controlled movements, handed it over. Trevor scanned the area to make sure nobody else was paying attention to their exchange before removing the contents from the non-descript envelope—sheets of paper and an unmarked disk.
    The man shuffled his feet while Trevor read through the pages, his knuckles stark white from gripping his briefcase’s handle. “Don’t worry.” Trevor glanced casually from the papers to the man. “We have the place covered.” The look of surprise on the asset’s face on realizing he was being watched was priceless. Cassandra must have thought the same because her soft laughter rippled into his ear.
    Trevor lowered his eyes and skimmed the pages. The sheets contained information outlining the data to be retrieved, the importance of it to the company, usernames and passwords, and information regarding the system backdoor. Everything provided was information Trevor was familiar with handling. Trevor reached the last page of the packet and read the note scrawled on it.
    Once data is retrieved you will meet Antonín Mucha in Prague. Location and time dependent on data destruction success.
    *****
    Cassandra listened to the exchange and watched the asset closely. Facial analysis had always been one of her favorite subjects during her training at the Farm.
    “Wait a minute,” she muttered under her breath, pulling up a second screen and rewinding the video capture. “I know I saw something,” she continued to mutter and rewound it a second time to scrutinize the man’s face.
    Cassandra focused on his mouth. His lips were stretched in a tight straight line. Next, she studied his eyes. They were open very wide, the upper lids pulled up while the lower ones were very tense. She advanced the video and froze it again. Both of his eyebrows were raised and pulled tight together. “Trevor, he’s afraid. Very afraid. He knows something.”
    Shortly after, Cassandra heard Trevor over the link. “Tell me. Why are you afraid?”
    The man’s face blanched. “What do you mean? I…I’m not afraid.”
    “Yeah. And that’s why you didn’t just stutter?” Trevor chuckled. “You are. Tell me why.”
    Cassandra commented in his ear, “Trev, I still only read fear…Wait…Hold on.” Cassandra noticed that the inner corners of the asset’s eyebrows had risen, causing them to slant downwards from the center of his forehead. She leaned closer to the screen and traced the lines of the man’s expression with her