Santa Claus Intel Report #0003

Update: I just took out 5 reindeer using only a butterknife and a spork. I don't know how much longer I can be here under these conditions. It's already a miracle enough that I've been able to get behind the first layer of guards let alone the dense underbelly where the planning takes place! I've seen already several dozen baggies all labeled for individual sale go in boxes of over 500 tossed from one end of the room to the other. There appears to be no distinction between the boxes carrying mittens and narcotics. Easy to see how those can be mixed up, though given the level of control the fat man exerts over his subordinates I wouldn't be surprised if the price for such a screw up were death or torture. That, in my mind, is incentive enough to keep working.