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.

Not even a glimmer?

Well there you have it, I've opened one of the many Agency case files currently residing in my inbox and as intriguing as it was, I have to be honest and say that I am not really convinced. There was not even the tiniest glimmer of recognition or the minutest spark in my memory to help me to accept that I am actually Agent Sure.
Incidentally,I searched the London Tornado on google and wiki several times and that part of the case file seems to be technically true, but all of my searches for Agent Sure, The Agency and ASSPIL have all proved ineffective.
Sure, (please excuse the unintended joke) you could say that I cannot search for these things as they are all highly confidential, but a large part of me is beginning to wonder if this is just a well constructed prank?
To be honest though, the strange and irrational actions of my wife Shelley when I was reading the file concerned me a little. After almost creeping into the room she stealthily peered over my shoulder and demanded to know what the hell I was looking at on the Internet. Luckily I managed to shut down the file before she spotted it but her reaction puzzled me slightly?
What if she is an actress, playing my fake life's wife after all? Maybe she was supposed to check up on me and make sure that I never found any traces of The Agency or my former life as Agent Sure ever again? Or maybe on the other hand, she is my real life wife and was checking that I wasn't searching for anything of a 'blue' nature on-line?
I'm not really sure what is going on and although I want to belive my emailed revelation, the logical side of me will not without realistic proof. Which is why I've decided to open up a second file to see if that contains a potential punchline to what could be an elaborate hoax or a clue to my secret identity.
Although, with the Mrs still on the prowl, I may have to leave it until later in the week, just to be on the safe side.

Agent Sure will return 18/12/2009: The Truth Will Out.