After long night at the office I came home to a folder waiting on my desk. I hesitate to open it but when I do this is what I find:
“We have unconfirmed reports that Canada is up to something, so we are looking to defuse the potential situation. Are they conspiring with the Russians? It may seem preposterous, but consider the facts: They’re both vast and brutally cold, they’re both into that hockey thing, and between the two of them they have Santa Claus practically surrounded. And you all know what that could mean. The question is, what will we do about it?”
I thought I finally had my vacation but apparently not. Why would Canada want to work with the Russians? To what end?? Not long after receiving this message I have this distinct tweet sent to me
With a small amount of deciphering this actually reads as “In the midst of a traitor.” I bet its Reynolds, I have zero evidence as of yet but this is just a gut feeling I have. (never liked the guy).
When I reached headquarters around 9am I found chief already in my office.
“Do we have names, and locations?” He told me that he only had the folder, and one other thing.
This is getting weirder by the second.
Is spaghetti code for something else? Italy–that’s what I think of. But Quebec was also mentioned. I’m going to run a diagnostic on this clip and hopefully find out where it has come from.
Alright from what I can see, the hidden encryption says that this is actually sent from Prime Minister Trudeau’s private line to President Putin. I am assuming that they are conspiring against the US at this point (because why not with everything that’s happening).
I guess I will be boarding the next flight to Italy and hopefully I will be able to go from there.
As I was getting off of the plane I was informed that the message was initially a decoy and that intelligence believes that the meeting will take place somewhere in France. With heavy feet I find my next way of transport and head to France.
After getting to my hotel I was able to log on and track the Trudeau’s cell phone in order to find the restaurant of where they were meeting. A small cafe in Marseille named ‘Q’. I knew I would have to be very strategic about this in order to not give my presence away. When getting to the cafe I look around and find that it is only myself and three others. None of which being the Prime Minister or the President. However, after my observations I see a small hallway leading to private rooms. I see security as well.
I know that I will need to be swift so that I do not cause attention to myself so I quickly find my way to the employee closet and change into waitress attire. I slide swiftly past security and boom. I’m in.
As I approach the room my eyes become the focal point of the unspeakable:
PUTIN IS DOWN ON ONE KNEE, WITH A BOX IN HAND
You can imagine how horrified I was as I attempted to make rationale what was before my eyes. Not wanting to blow my cover immediately I was able to swiftly make my way back out without a sound.
Really??? I ask myself.
I board the first plane back to the states and inform headquarters that this is all very much a mess. Infidelity is a crime but not one for me in particular to solve. I finally am able to rest and thank god I did not walk in a second to later.