When the first page slips into the intelligence briefcase he considers it odd, nothing like it had been in the case before this round. Spy sighed tiredly, shifting aside the piles of useless papers that usually resided inside of the red casing and picking up the crisp lined sheet. It looked like it belonged to some sort of diary, the page dating back two months and detailing a cake recipe. Another sigh and he filed it in a separate folder underneath his bed to read later.
The second page was more intriguing. He pulled it out curiously and ignored the rest of the papers the rest of the night. The page was double-sided and was written in a mes