This one's really short, sorry.
Encoded Message
Information located. See attached. I think it qualifies as "dirt".
Mr. Layson quickly slapped down a paper that was attempting to fly away on the breeze coming through his window. The League still hadn't gotten a new window for his office and though the breeze was refreshing it did seem to give him trouble keeping papers on his desk. He glanced at the paper and reread it again. From the smudges on it and torn corners one could guess that he had done this many times. He smoothed it out nervously. He should go look for the information the Commander wanted. He claimed it would be "useful". Layson did not like that the Commander thought being able to blackmail someone was more important than protecting the secrets of the ALFF, but it wasn't his place to question the Commander. This Jr. Sergeant could be a League spy hidden in the ALFF like Layson was an ALFF spy hidden in the League.
Sighing, he tucked the encoded message back into his desk drawer and pulled out a different sheet, also encoded. He ran his finger over the printed letter. Camp Five…Squad B…ah, here it is: Jr. Sergeant. His eyes moved across the paper to the name of this Jr. Sergeant and his heart almost stopped. Benjamin Rayton. Whatever reason the Commander had to asking about this young man, Layson had a pretty good idea of what kind of "dirt" he was going to find.
He stood and slowly exited his office. The hall was empty; most people had left for the evening. He descended a set of stairs as quietly as he could until he reached the basement. Here were several file cabinets which held information on all the League employees. Layson had peered into his own file once upon a time. Dr. J. Layson…42 years of age…mother: H. Layson…father: N. Layson…No children… degree in psychiatry…
Now he thumbed through the R section of the League database. There it is: Rayton. With trembling hands he drew it out and ran a finger down the page. Part way down it stopped and rested on one line which he read several times to be sure. He had found the Commander's dirt.
Layson hurried up the stairs and down the hall until he reached his office. He drew the door closed behind him and got out a pen and paper. He thought for a moment, his pen hovering over the paper, so that he could get his thoughts in order. Then he began to slowly trace out his message, which was, of course, in code.