The camera lens clicked softly as the figure zoomed in one last time, capturing the final image of Trevor handing over the flash drive to Bill and Gate.
A scoff slipped from under the figure’s black mask.
“Thought so,” the figure muttered, voice low and muffled by a voice distorter.
They lowered the camera and pulled out a slim communicator from their jacket pocket, speaking into it with surgical precision.
“Phase one confirmed. Trevor has made contact with the Headless Angels.”
A crackle of static came through the other end before a deep voice responded, calm and authoritative:
“Keep eyes on him. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage unless ordered.”
The figure watched Trevor disappear down the alley, then turned their gaze toward the twin silhouettes of Bill and Gate slinking int
