Another dark, wet Mort night. The operative clung to the shadows, avoiding detection. The Operative was skilled, silent. He never suspected he was being watched, his every move recorded on the Supervisor‘s monitor. The Supervisor stretched his arms and activated his scrambled headset.
"Unit 3, magnify image and scan." He sat back as the words scrolling down the left side of his monitor changed.
<UNIT 3 ... UNDERSTOOD>
<MAGNIFY 2X 3X 4X 5X>
<FINANCE CHIP SCAN ... NEGATIVE>
