Is in your hand. [ he gestures to the disc he indicated. kat swipes it and slams it into the laptop, and another video pops up. this one seems to be taken off a camera phone, and is recorded across an outdoor cafe. on the far side is a table sheltered by an umbrella where roger james sits speaking to a familiar curly headed figure. rafael glances around, and removes an envelope from his jacket, sliding it across the table. james glances at the contents, nodding a few times, clearly listening to instructions. finally, rafael stands, slipping on some shades, and clears out, leaving james there. ]
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