We met only once. It was in a small post office in Istanbul. Nothing was said. There was no need. My new contact--the one you call "Yaelle"--was known by reputation, and it was sterling.
I left a key on the table and walked out.
For the next 12 years, Yaelle would use that same key to open a PO box which (as needed) would contain a plain envelope directing her to a new target.
It was this method that lead to the demise of so many AI hopefuls (that and their terrible singing).
But all that's over now! 12 years of work right out the window thanks to a FReeper with too much time on his hands.
And now I wonder ... is there a new envelope in a new locker somewhere, marking me as the next target ...
:-D