The cache is not at the above coords
I idly stirred my drink while I waited for my contact to arrive. The deli was busy
and I had moved to the counter where I could both see and be seen. That afforded me
a complete view of the place. Old habits die hard. I was seeking out the face of my
regular contact among the crowd when a nervous-looking, young college-type kid sat down
next to me and said, “Excuse me … Sir ... Are … are you G?”
My hand moved slowly to cover a small automatic in my pocket while I swung around to
respond. This was definitely not who I was expecting, and in my line of work unexpected
and dangerous go hand in hand. I looked him over for a few intense seconds before
smoothly replying, “The name’s O’Cash. Gary O’Cash. Only my friends call me G - and
you don’t look like a friend to me.”
“O. G. Cash, that’s quite a name”
“You got that flipped around, Friend”, I snarled.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I have a bit of a speech problem and I sometimes get first
letters switched around, by mistake, like. It happens when I'm nervous. I meant no offense.
Actually, I am here to give you something…” he said reaching for his pocket.
Before he could moved his hand very far I lunged forward pinning it to the counter. “Let’s
not make any sudden moves that both of us will regret,” I whispered menacingly.
“No, no … you’ve got the wrong idea. I am your new contact from headquarters,” he said,
pulling his hand free but leaving it on the counter. “I came to deliver the location
of the hidden micro-film canister.”
“What happened to Carl?”, I asked warily, scanning to see if anyone was listening.
“Carl…? They told me I was replacing someone named Greg.”
I relaxed a little. Greg had been my contact for almost two years.
“First field job?” I asked.
“Yeah, and I’m a little edgy. Sorry… um … I am supposed to give you this”, he said
reaching into his pocket and producing a small thin strip of paper with printed markings
on it. “They said all you needed to do to read it was to …”
“I’ll take that”, I said cutting him off and taking the strip from his hand. “I have
been doing this for a while and I am well-versed on how to read these. You need to learn
that some information should not be said aloud in public places…”
“Oh dear. I’ve done it again. They warned me that I might not have what it takes for
“Look, just turn over the other strip and I’ll be on my way”, I said. This guy was starting
to make me nervous.
“What other strip? They only gave me the one.”
“What do you mean? It takes two of these strips to indicate an exact location.”
“All I know is that headquarters said that this one strip is all that you would need,”
That made me pause. Could this kid have lost the second strip and just be trying to cover
his tracks? “Are you sure there was just the one? Is that all they said?” I asked.
“N-no”, he replied. “They said to go there, and then walk 100 ft. toward the posted fake coords.”
I left the deli thinking that the kid wasn’t going to last very long in the business.
But to be fair, he was correct. Much to my surprise, the one strip was enough.