XY

It is noon when, in the middle of a busy street in the middle of a busier city, person X meets person Y. They briefly shake hands and then walk in oposite directions. It's not an encounter of friends, for the handshake is cold and impersonal.
A casual observer would forget the meeting. But we know better. We watch and we understand.
The information transfered in the brief touch is what governments would kill for.
We don't kill. We simply wait for X to deliver the key to the world's most advanced technologies.
Our time has come. We are Anonymous.