The man slowly lowers the weapon, then shakes his head. "You know the worst part? We were thinking of leaving their service, anyway. This has been a whole lot of trouble, and we haven't seen any real benefit from it, yet."<br/><br/>"Especially not right now," the woman says, hands still trembling. "We honestly never found out much. We'd report minor things, rumors, stories, that sort of thing... but I suspect they were just making sure we were established, before moving us somewhere more sensitive."<br/><br/>"Yeah. Our orders were mostly just to look and act normal, and report any stories we heard. We always met our contact at night, and he always wore a mask, so I couldn't tell you what he looked like. But, he did pay fairly well, especially for the most inane things. I think our biggest payout was something about the price of corn, of all things."