Masra walked to a nearby workbench that was cluttered with drawings and diagrams. She carefully moved the light across the papers and spotted a familiar brown envelope. It looked exactly like the one that she’d seen on the seat of Eladar’s taxi. When she carefully spilled the contents into the light, she gasped. The top photo featured Steve Mallory grinning handsomely in front of a sign that bore the same symbol he wore on the pocket of his uniform. She moved the light closer and read the words on the sign: HEADQUARTERS BLT 3/8.
Masra knew what headquarters meant but she was confused by the other letters and numbers. That didn’t matter. Steve Mallory would know what they mean. She slipped the photograph in her bag, carefully replaced the remainders in the envelope and put it back precisel
