Letter to a Friend: A Ballroom Team Game of Assassins

Dear friend,

                Do not reply to my message. Secrecy is of utmost importance. As you can see, I am on assignment at present, and the shadows are full of enemies. They are all two-faced fiends. They pretend to be my allies back at base, but one of them is out to get me. I think I'm starting to narrow down who it is, though. Still, I must watch my back. Some may die on any given day, but the next day, they are back. It is impossible to distinguish the mortals from the undead. 

                Their weapons are innocuous. They look like innocent eating utensils. But the poison is not in the weapon, it is in every human heart. I fear they have turned my best friend against me. Only be glad you are not in my position. I find I am becoming increasingly twitchy and suspicious. 

                I am planning to track down my target meet my coworker today. I’ve only seen him outside of base once, but it gives me enough information to lock in on his scentfind him. He has also been surprisingly incautious covering his tracks; this should be easy. My heart is pounding.

                Wish me luck on my endeavor. Hopefully when you receive this letter, I will not have joined the ranks of the undead.

                With my S.P.O.O.N. and a stout heart, I wish you well.

*******