Rick walked through the ruined remnants of Old Haven, specific location in mind. He traveled to one of the well-known garbage repository sites, near Purgatory, looking in the heap of trash for some sign from a man he knew. He clambered up the veritable mountain of both useless and worthwhile Citizen garbage, digging through a good portion of the latest dump. A few people salvaging had already come through, overturning much of the newest material to pull out the useful things that had been thrown away. These items, however, were not his concern.
After a while of searching, he extracted a filthy white towel. Upon the dirty cloth was written in marker, "JF19 – Forces likely incoming tonight. RE – Silver Fox." He smiled and folded the message, tucking it into a small pocket of his pack. Jeffrey's identification code and a message regarding another possible attack. Seeing no apparent threat in the streets outside the alley, he jogged along the sidewalks, heading out of the downtown area of Old Haven.
Rick had been happy enough when he found the first message, saying "JF19 – A OK," dropping at the allotted time and place. Jeffrey had not only provided the proper information that allowed the successful ambush, but he appeared to be still functioning as a spy, ready to pass further intelligence.
After a time, Rick arrived back at the Highland, bearing the message. He passed it through the slot to the blue-eyed man he knew was, in fact, not the real Elijah. Victor passively read it and stated, "Gather your men, have them on standby. The Escape building should remain under constant surveillance, and prepare your forces to move at a moment's notice."
The message from Jeffrey was straightforward enough, but Rick often wondered from where else Elijah received information. Elijah was very thorough, always having as many sources of intelligence as he possibly could. Hell, he's probably hacked into the database that keeps track of personnel deployment, Rick thought. If that's the case, then was handing Jeff to those bastards really necessary? He disregarded his concerns, taking a deep breath. Elijah knows what he's doing.
Victor continued to stare at him, waiting for the response. Rick flashed a smile. "No problem."
"Good," Victor replied. The slot on the door closed with a metallic clang. Rick started walking down the hallway, already on his radio, in contact with his men to get things moving.