The CNS have, among many digital mail, received a physical letter. It was not specially addressed, nor it came with a seal on which it said "classified". It was a normal, traditional letter, only different by its rather immodest stain of some alcoholic beverage. If someone at least decently informed about spirits smelled it, they would know it was tequila.
The handwriting on the envelope fitted well into the sender's tidiness or, more precisely, total lack of it. Due to most people using digital ways of communication in 822 AS, paper postal services are a lot less busy and thus much faster. Normally this letter would have arrived a couple of hours from its sending, but it took the workers quite some time to decipher the destination.
The letter would have still been ready for publishing a few hours ago, but the problem was that itself contained text, which also needed to be decoded, this time by the receiver. It was written with ink, which got smudged by the former pool of tequila, so the specialists needed to read the engravings made by the pen tip. Normally a letter like this would simply end up in the dust bin, but a certain person on a more superordinate than subordinate position had a hunch.
The phenomenon that some characters were written over other was explained by tequila, which was, after the text was decoded, explained by depression. This is probably, more or less, what the sender intended to say:
Greetings CNS, this is captain Damian Alcala G[?]o of the battleship CNS-Bahama. I fear that my superiors will court martial me and maybe [censored] me because they might think that I am responsible, so I am sending you some information. I am expecting to see red cassocks through my window soon and I need money to escape before that happens. Please be fast, [...?...] my life.
The following printed pictures were included in the letter. Each had something written on its rim:
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