Due to the bending motion, Shard's face entered the shadow. The fountain pen in his hand couldn't be opened carelessly; once it had been opened, it could never be restored to its original state.
He now had two tasks on him: one was to pass this object onto the Gray Glove intelligence network of Carsonrick; the other was to report the matter to MI6. But before deciding which to do, or whether to do neither, Shard wanted to see for himself what the intelligence he had obtained was actually about.
With a gentle pull, he removed the pen cap, and the deformed, broken metal wire immediately hung down. Shard carefully extracted the slender strip of paper inside; this time, the content wasn't numbers but directly readableDraleonese:
"On the last day of this month, your merchandise will be in a warehouse in Midshire Fort City-Punjab Avenue-with a red door sign."
Shard narrowed his eyes:
