The Coded Cache Over Coffee
Islander sat in Timmies, sipping a large triple triple. Ah, the
miracle of sugar and cream with a touch of coffee.
He was waiting. A mysterious call had led him here, with promise
of a stash worth the trouble. The informant only gave a cryptic
name for himself, which Islander guessed was a false identity, but
a pass phrase had been agreed upon so they'd know each other when
they met. Islander continued sipping his coffee and scanned the
room.
Suddenly the door opened and a man in a faded jacket walked in,
a little scruffy and mud on his hikers. He looked around, then
walked over to the table where Islander sat.
"Do you think they have any Beluga Caviar?"
"I'd recommend pie instead."
The man sat down.
"Nice to meet you Islander. I thought this might interest
you."
The informant took a piece of paper out of his pocket and slid
it across the table.
"I'm sure you can figure out what it means. I think you'll like
what you find."
Without another word he got up and left. Islander took another
sip of his coffee, glanced around to see if he was being watched,
and then looked at the sheet of paper and the two numbers written
on it.
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0.7730121434724618840514257203328
1.1266932261900181382807424203194
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With a smile, Islander finished his coffee and walked outside.
Unlocking his bike, he set off for the spot.
You can check your answer for this puzzle
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