"Ronan is digging deeper. He's getting close to finding who leaked the military technique," whispered the man as he pretended to examine the items neatly lined on the supermarket shelf.
A feet away, a man wearing a black cap and matching jacket listened without turning his head. Without a word, he moved forward, grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the counter, paid, and stepped outside.
Lighting one, he put it between his lips. A puff of smoke curled from his lips as he stared at the quiet, empty road.
'If Ronan's onto this, he'll eventually find the ones who aided me. They've become liabilities.'
Just then, the same informant exited the store, deliberately avoiding eye contact. The man in black silently followed him.
