MESSAGE FROM FEATHERLOCK HOLMES

Codename: “The Mind Behind the Molt”
Location: Planter Observation Post – Granado Street

“You found me. I anticipated a 63% probability it would be you.
Your shoeprint gave you away at least four ducks ago.”*

I’ve been observing from this planter for three days.
I’ve documented squirrels, wind patterns, two suspicious pigeons, and exactly fourteen ducks.
Some were agents. Some were decoys.
One was a sponge in disguise.

Now, let’s discuss what you’ve been chasing.

You’ve been told lies. Warnings. Theories.
But I deal in facts.

The Fowl Play Syndicate is not attempting a coup.
They’re not replacing ducks with synthetic operatives.
They’re not launching any weapons—except maybe glitter.*

They’re planning something... extravagant.
And they didn’t know how to ask permission.

I intercepted an encrypted document.
It was laminated. It smelled faintly of frosting.
And at the top, it said:

“Operation Featherfall – Stage One: Disperse the Ducks.”

This isn’t sabotage. It’s setup.

They’ve turned secrecy into an invitation.
They want to surprise the town with the most spectacular duck party ever launched from the shadows.

They don’t want control.
They want confetti.

And you, Agent, are already part of it.

Your next contact is dramatic.
Eccentric. Possibly wearing a monocle made from a candy ring.

His name is Ducktor No.

You’ll find him near a place known for stillness—
where sound goes to stretch its legs,
and peace is printed on the door.

He stands proudly beneath the symbol of calm,
pretending he's the storm.

Return me to the planter.
I have three more squirrels to interrogate.

—Featherlock Holmes
Truth lies beneath the leaves.