It took me only ten minutes to reach the docks, and another minute to locate my contact, a coffee merchant who catered to the port traffic from a rolling cart. I had arranged this dead drop when I first began operating in Algiers, but until today had never needed to use it. I handed over the rose, and flashed a few hand signals at my contact. He gave no indication that anything was out of the ordinary, but instead handed me a coffee grinder, which I accepted gladly. Something rattled around inside of it as I tucked it into my bag.