Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for March 21, 2025

The Rhubarb driver knew the address I gave her, and we proceeded to it without incident. I spotted the asset, returning home from a market trip. Instructing the driver to wait, I exited the vehicle and approached his home. This was the difficult part. There was no way to hide my presence, except to be exceptionally ordinary to the point where nobody would even note my presence. Fortunately, there was a group in the nearby park, running about and shouting. They would be the center of attention for all but those most alert. A casual stroll to the door, halfway between an aimless saunter and a purposeful stride, and the job was done. I was at the door. I had conducted surveillance of the area prior to stopping, and was able to avoid all cameras on my journey. The Rhubarb would show up in videos viewed later, but that was not my problem, was it? I knocked at the door.