((Locked to Leon! Respect Gov't Security!))

Los Illuminados. Hang whatever you want on them. Mass murder, assassination, brainwashing, multiple counts of kidnapping, multiple counts of human experimentation, extortion, assault, intimidation, about a hundred improper disposals of corpses, corruption and bribery of government officials. And that last one has made all this fun. But I've gotten what I can.

I'm still putting together Saddler's story, but I can give you what I have on Salazar.

First off, no criminal record. He stayed in his castle, out of sight, for most of his life. If you want to make the Nexus uncertain about getting too close, here’s a list of people who’ve disappeared over the past decade--just the ones whose paths came in towards the castle rather than the village: nine hikers, five tourists, two art collectors, four transients, at least six curious members of other villagers, and a family of four picnickers.

We've also got a couple journalists and a few detectives who might be his work, although where they vanished is unclear. They could have tried the village first.

Of course, I'm afraid that's the edited list, Leon. It looks like reports and files have been tucked quietly out of sight for years. Saddler chose his lackeys well. But he couldn't change reality. The family's probably going to make people think twice. Only their vehicle was found, out of gas. I was provided with photographs of the car. I find the background very interesting. The turrets of the castle are in sight. The roofs of the village are not.

--Leon, sit up! It’s your birthday!

Shelton started back home yesterday. She’s a recon specialist. I’m her handler, but she doesn’t communicate unless there’s an emergency, so I’ve been a bit in the dark. I did point her more in the direction of the castle than in the island, since I’m sure you looked thoroughly and we’re under a time limit.

She’s on her way back. As highlights you’d be interested in, she’s taken pictures of Salazar’s more obviously deadly traps, not to mention random decaying corpses lying around in the dungeon and similar areas.

She’s also got a collection of hand-written books taken from one of the most luxurious, lived-in bedrooms. Her Spanish was learned in a crash course from tapes, so I don’t know what’s in them yet. There’s a name embossed on the cover of one of the oldest ones.

Yes. Ramon Salazar.

He's kept diaries, Leon. I’m arranging for a team of interpreters to start sifting for relevant information the moment the books hit the doors.