The document is at first ordinary. Just a standard sheet of paper in a standard envelope. The paper itself feels a bit thin. It seems all is well until you unfold the single page. Within the folds of the page is another bit of paper, very strange with light brown stains. Unfolding this paper reveals it to be not one page, but several small pages about 2 inches wide by an inch long, carefully taped together. Nothing is written on the weird paper, but a slight smell of dynamite and tobacco wafts from between it's folds. The page it was wrapped in has a message on it, written in various hands. The first thing that stands out is a big APPROVED stamp in red across the top. Then a paragraph of greeting follows.
Colonel Roy Mustang,
Everything has been done as your ordered, sir. The persons you inquired about in your last letter are accounted for. Your last request has been carried out and success is guaranteed to be definite. A survey of the general populace conducted by our men seems to suggest an impatience with these trials and a wish for the country to move on from this unpleasantness. You've undoubtedly read of your other requests being carried out and the gathering of intel is going well. Stand tall during Fullmetal's testimony, the people are stirring. Looking forward to following your commands once again in person.
2nd Luitenant Heymans Breda.
Following this curious paragraph is a single line of communiqué, written with a much less graceful hand.
Sir, please pass this small gift to the small boss. Every man needs a little comfort no matter his age. -Havoc
Below this is another small message, written this time in precision perfect print.
Fullmetal-
You know these things stunt your growth. Don't choke on the smoke.
Written in very sloppy handwriting on the back of the paper appears to be a list.
3 grams tobacco
12 cigarette wrappers
1 short range ear bug -disassembled
3 grams aluminum powder