Paris, France, 16th arrondissement.
An unremarkable white Renault van was parked by the roadside two blocks away from the British Embassy.
The van had "Paris Municipal Works - Sewer Inspection" printed on its side, and a middle-aged man in overalls was casually gnawing on a baguette on a folding chair next to the driver's seat.
The interior of the van presented an entirely different scene.
Three walls were covered with screens, and the sound of keyboards being tapped was as frequent as raindrops. Five technicians, wearing headphones, stared intently at the continuous stream of data.
"Audio Line Three's clarity has improved, and the filter has eliminated the air conditioning noise," a young female technician reported, her name tag reading "Isabella M, Signal Processing Specialist."
The man seated at the very back of the van nodded.
It was Reinhardt!
Damn…
Such a figure was operating in the field.
