You think you're disappointed
NORTHERN VIRGINIA
NOVEMBER 9TH, 2016
0907 EST
A grey-suited man sits at a desk, his eyes closed, thumb and second finger of his right hand massaging the bridge of his nose. After a time he takes a deep breath, opens his eyes, and - with a quick glance to make sure that the door of his office is firmly shut - puts his hand on the mouse on his desk.
Swiftly he navigates to a folder buried deep on an encrypted drive. He double-clicks on the file labelled "shitwecanttrusthimwith.txt"
A long, exasperated sigh is heard.