Return of The Revealer.

It is tragically over a month since I was last able to dish the dirt on what appears to be the governments dirty, little, paranormal secrets. The worse thing about my exile from revelation is that it was self imposed....sort of.
You see as soon as I received my computer back from Hugh and started to browse the secret case files again, my relationship with my wife hit the rocks again almost immediately.
"So got the computer back have we, guess you don't need a wife!" Shelley yelled,
"What great lengths you've gone to to get rid of that virus!"
And then she insisted that she would have absolutely nothing to do with me unless I promised to spend a period away from the computer.
Despite her immature behaviour, I hurriedly made two copies of the case files on memory sticks and accepted her demands.
Her behaviour ever since I first opened the case files has been completely irrational, although I have never told her of them, in fear of them being authentic.
The way she behaves in relation to the files and the sudden appearance of the virus in June could almost convince me that she knows my secret and is trying to knock me off the scent all together, although it may be just natural behaviour for a woman?
I'm beginning to believe that the case files may be true though and the more time I spend away from them, the more hell bent on the truth I become. I am almost certain that I am going to trust Hugh with the files in the hope he can isolate me an original Agent Sure effort, perhaps the subconscious reason I made two copies of the files during my exile was to provide him with one? All in all, my desperation to discover the truth grows stronger by the second and a new case file will gain global publication within the next month I'm sure, if I'm allowed back on the computer that is.
Hopefully finding the truth about my true identity will also reveal the truth about Shelley. Sometimes when she rants about my computer time, I really don't feel I know her that well at all and I guess I need to distinguish if she is the woman I love or just another pawn in this conspiracy. But for the next two weeks at least, I'm still exiled from the computer, regardless of who Shelley is, well I don't want to upset her too much do I? After all even a man of mystery has needs.

Truth Quest Malfunction!

Well would you believe it, my lack of ability to share information with you all over what is almost a calender month has been down to a terrible little virus on my computer.
Two days after I'd posted the case file on Duchson's investigation into genetically modified big cats, my wife Shelley spent a short time shopping on line and only hours later I discovered a horrible virus had frozen entry into any of my files. It was all a bit weird, it doesn't seem five minutes ago that I was sharing a secret case file on computer virus's with the world.
And I guess that if The Agency do exist, with their knowledge on the subject, what's to stop them planting one on my desktop?
As things turned out I dropped my computer off with Hugh, an old friend of mine and he managed to get hold of some code to wipe the virus clean from my hard drive. When I got the computer back yesterday, I was glad to find all of the case files still in mint condition and not absent or corrupted as I'd feared and so my quest continues.
As for the big cat case, as intriguing as it was, it provided absolutely no aid to memory and made no impact into my battle for total recall.
In fact thinking logically about it now, Hugh is such a whizz on computers and made such light work with my virus that maybe he could help me to find that all important Agent Sure case file? As long as I can trust him that is though I have known him since childhood...I think?

Not More Cats!

FILE NAME: Case Of The Phantom Cat Of Exmoor.
DATE: 28th-30th March 1989.
AGENT(S) INVOLVED: Agent Duchson (with Commander James & Field Marshall Quint).

FINDINGS:
During the events of the 28th-30th, I was posted to Exmoor National Park, Devon, in order to hunt and capture a suspected 'phantom' cat.
Locals told me that the large, panther like cat was first spotted in the early
1970's but sightings and damage to live stock peaked in 1983. At this point the Government posted a team of Royal Marine snipers to the area and although the creature was spotted several times, it was never shot at.
Local farmers tell me that since 1983, to the current day, there have been a further 200 live stock deaths accredited to the beast.
Very soon after my arrival on Exmoor, along with two of the Marines from the original mission, Commander James and Filed Marshall Quint, the beast was spotted patrolling the perimeter of our camp.
It was in appearance, as expected, a huge black panther. Later on the same evening, the beast made its first attempt to enter our camp, tripping our alarm system in the process and dazzling itself in our floodlights. Working throughout the night, myself, James and Quint were able to sedate and cage the creature.

CONCLUSION:

After the entrapment of the beast, it was clear to see that it was no ordinary Black Panther. Measuring around 365cm in head and body length, with a tale span of 201cm and weighing 320lbs, the Beast of Exmoor was more than twice the size of an average panther or jaguar.
Blood samples and muscle biopsy's were taken, but are yet to offer and steady conclusions.
Despite the lack of scientific evidence available, it is clear to see that this creature has either evolved greatly in its adaptation to its surroundings or has been genetically modified by some form of scientific process.
The Beast was removed on the evening of the 30th and taken to a safe location known only to the British Government and The Director of The Agency.

Proof Of Identity?

Well there we go, that almost makes this ridiculously time consuming quest worth while.
Agent Sure (whether it is, sorry, was me or not) actually did exist. Unless of course this bunch of emails is just a hugely elaborate and well constructed hoax after all. Although if it was, I cannot understand why its creator should go to such lengths and depth and why I've only just come across the name 'AgentSure' now after five months of trawling through electronic documents? Surely if it was a cruel trick, the name would have been evident earlier on in the case files?
Besides, I really don't think I know anyone that dislikes me enough to play such a terrible trick on me, and it all seems so unbelievable and inventive that its difficult to imagine it as anything but the truth.
I am admittedly beginning to believe in my alter ego. I can't eat, work, sleep or do anything other than think about it and the evidence is stacking up in its favour.
1)There is the irrational behaviour of my so called wife,
2)The unbelievable moment of clarification I suffered on reading the name 'Agent Falcon' and
3)The written proof of existence of AgentSure.
I can't help thinking that as soon as I read a case file written by AgentSure, everything will become crystal clear and I'll remember it all. Or at least I hope it will. Just hope I can find a case file I've, sorry, he's written pretty soon.

The Truth Will Out.

Staffing Issues.

THE AGENCY (ASSPIL) 2005 STAFF LISTINGS.



FIRST IN COMMAND: 'The Director.'
Hours per year: Infinate.
Responsible for all funding desisions , case revelation and recruitment. Contact only via Chief Directive Agent.


SECOND IN COMMAND: Chief Directive Agent Duchson.
Hours per year: 4,140.
Responsible for front line opperative management, deployment and support. Currently suffering Inactive status due to handicap. Educator to student Agents.


SENIOR AGENTS: Agent Falcon,
Agent Murray,
Agent Umbrella,
Agent Kyle,
Agent Sure.
Hours per year: approx 4,000 (+/-).
Responsible for field work, missions and general paranormal investigation. Also having mentorship roles to student Agents and basic house keeping duties when base bound.


OTHER AGENTS: Agent Robertson.
Hours per year: approx 4,200.
Status inactive due to serious indiscretions. Responsiblities include, base bound data contact (24hrs, 365. General upkeep of base. Cleaner, handyman, student support, coffee boy.


STUDENT AGENTS: 3rd Year: Lawrence Gormley.
1st Year: Lotte Baldwin.

The Cunning Plan.

Well I'd have to say that, for all the fun the 'talking cat' file provided me, it proved to be yet another fruitless exercise. I'm not even sure I could believe in it, it was much less viable than any other file I've read.
There were no flashes, no headaches, no life changing recognition.
Just the painfully vague recognition I've suffered with the majority of the files I've read so far. I really wish I could simply accept that the Agent Sure identity is just all a stupid hoax.
But then, a part of me just won't let it go. The hours I've put into this, the times I've stressed, worried and battled with my wife are hardly proving worth while for the scant reward I'm receiving.
But then there is still the Agent Falcon thing? The recognition I felt with the reading of her name was almost painful and deep down I know that I am not where I should be.
So I've hatched a plan. I don't know why I've never considered it before, and I suppose its a little cunning but it should give me the truth I so desire.
I am going to look for a file compiled by Agent Sure.


The Truth Will Out.

Curiosity Killed The Cat.

FILE NAME: Case Of The Talking Cat.

DATE: February 1965.

AGENT(S) INVOLVED: Agent John Willis.

FINDINGS:-

I was asked to attend a family, herein to be known as Mr and Mrs D, who lived in Florida, America.
They had recently reported their cat,'Whitey' had been talking to them.
Over a period of eighteen months the cat had repeatedly vocalised and used phrases such as "I am hungry", "I want to go home" and when chastised by Mr D, "I am not a bad cat".
After several months of vocalisation, the cat became seriously ill and stopped talking as mysteriously as it began.

CONCLUSION.

Unfortunately in the brief time I spent with Mr and Mrs D I was unable to witness Whitey speak, as he had allegedly, lost his voice.
Witness reports were all fairly conclusive and a number of people gave individual statements to prove the cat's ability to talk. But once more when a journalist from FATE magazine attempted to interview Whitey, he had become mute.
After I had conducted an intense sweep of the D's home and grounds, I discovered a small, black, wireless electronic chip, wrapped up inside a fur ball in the family's garden.
Although all tests on the chip proved inconclusive, it is my suspicion that it was a voice altering device and that Whitey had more likely been a crude scientific experiment to attempt to communicate with animals, than a true example of evolution.

The Truth Will Out