not quite a super-spy movie
I enter a library I rarely use in a building I do not belong in. I sit down at a table, but the only thing I pull out is a small red bag. I start to knit. Nearby a group of people studying pass each other huge cans of something-caffeinated and mutter. A few minutes later, someone approaches the table. A black binder is place on it. Brief conversation. I continue to knit through most of it, including her departure. As soon as she exits, I pack the knitting and binder away and leave.