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The large oak tree gave Artyom shade as he watched the woman on the park bench. He had been following her for the past month. Her life quickly unfolded before him. She was married to one Lieutenant Robert Williams, who worked in a Air Force office building, who handled mostly files labelled "Top Secret". Her two children were both under the age of ten. Artyom knew their address, bank account number, and daily routines. This information was learned with surveillance, bribery, and one dead Hall of Records employee who died with a very mysterious bullet lodged inside of his brain. Artyom was finally ready to make contact with his mark.

Artyom began to walk forward, heading towards the woman in a very nonchalant way. To the average observer, he was just a man taking a stroll. When he was near the woman, She was yelling at her children. She suddenly stood up, and Artyom had to fight the urge to draw his gun. She doesn't know who I am, i don't exist in her mind. When she settled back onto the bench, Artyom removed a business card from his coat pocket. It was a phony, but unless the woman actually worked for the CIA, she wouldn't be able to tell. The card had only three things on it:

Central Intelligence Agency

Kyle J. Phillips

(202)-526-0800

Artyom slipped the card into the woman's pocket, moving carefully so she wouldn't feel his hand. As soon as the card was in her pocket, Artyom began to walk away, back towards his car. He already began to plan his complex and roundabout way of going back to his apartment. He didn't want anyone following him. The woman would eventually call him. Now it was just a waiting game.