The setting:
It is early morning, still dark yet, and TCD has set off from his campsite at the Fort for the pool to take the latest set of spy photos to post to his hundreds of followers on the Dis who are dying to see what's up. He has dressed ninja-style in complete black head-to-toe, applied black grease paint to his face, and rubbed coffee grounds to his silver hair to dull the reflection of moon light off his head.
As he creeps near the fence around the pool remaining outside of it at all times (

) he brushes past what appears to be an in-ground speaker but it is really DaveInTN disguised as a speaker who has the same intent as TCD.
"Ouch, get off my foot!", DTN says. "Oh, TCD, is that you?"
"Dang it DTN", TCD replies, "Can't you hide any better than that?"
So the two hombres crouch down as the first rays of the sun cut through the dark Fort sky and crawl commando-style on their bellies near an open gate in the fence. Beside this fence is a dumpster. A seemingly innocent dumpster. TCD, the nosey one, peeks inside and sees a large, light blue paper large enough to be different, crumpled on the bottom of this nearly empty container.
"DTN", he says, "I see a clue. I'm going to climb up, get inside, and try to reach that clue while hanging upside down. You hold my ankles and pull me back up when I tell ya to".
DTN, grunting under the strain despite years of commando PT

, manages to hold TCD, receives the signal, and zips TCD back onto the ground. TCD stuffs the paper inside his jumpsuit and the two of them infiltrate the perimeter, complete their mission, and make it back to safety.
The two men, now relieved to have made it through another dangerous mission, examine their clue and find it to be more valuable than imagined.
They agree to post a picture of it (see above) as proof of ownership and agree to sell it on eBay and divide the proceeds 50-50.
Next chapter: a buyer is found but the deal goes bad....
