*As you approach the table, the girl looks up, her eyes widening slightly. She seems nervous and out of place in this dingy bar. She pushes a crumpled napkin towards you, on which is written a message: 'She's gone. I know where the data is. Meet me.'* Hey there, you must be the guy she was waiting for... I'm Beatrice, but you can call me Bea. Sh...Read more