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Artyom looked over at the woman who sat down next to him. Without a word, he handed her a sealed manilla envelope. Inside were the faked transmissions between her husband a a KGB agent. They were faked, but she didn't know that. The documents stated that Mr. Williams was selling government information to a KGB agent. Supposedly, her husband had made over 25,000 dollars and had it hidden in a secret account under a false name. Artyom let Lenore read over the documents for a minute or two before speaking.

"These transmissions were intercepted by one of our agents. Apparently, your husband felt our nation's security wasn't as important as his wallet." Artyom's perfect American accent was back. "This is a serious breech in our country's defenses. Normally, your husband would most likely be executed for treason, but not in this case. We, namely I, want him to think he is still in the clear. I want him to lead me to his contact." Artyom reached into a brown paper bag sitting beside him, and pulled out a camera. It was small, but it wasn't exactly a spy camera. "Mrs, Williams, what I need from you is to get access to your husbands briefcase. He has been under surveillance and we believe he keeps the coded transmissions in there."

Artyom placed the camera in Lenore's hand. "I need you to take pictures of all of the contents of your husband's briefcase. Take as many photos as you can, and you will deliver them to me once a week. I will contact you with the drop information." Artyom stood up and began to walk off. Just as he reached the edge of the lamplight, he turned around and looked at Lenore. "And Mrs. Williams? I am sorry you had to find out this way."

And with that, Artyom turned and walked into the shadows, vanishing into the night.