Swamped

It looks like a letter. A fairly unremarkable one - from a friend, perhaps, or maybe the man's children. Tells of what the writer's family have been up to in the months since the last one.

But you recognize it for what it really is. Seems the Guild hasn't changed most of the codewords in a few decades.

Severely injure target. Fake injury to monitor. Keep watch on all visitors.

You turn to him.

"So you're the one who's been spying on us," you say. "Got some questions for you."

He starts shaking wildly.

"No... No! The ice!"

Wow, he's really not in good shape. You wonder if you've got any hope of calming him down, or if you should just get one of the nurses.