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.

Unusual Developments.

Its been a difficult couple of weeks since I last managed to post my thoughts on here.
The mission statements from ASSPIL which I published the last time I was here, again, just like the timeline, seemed like absolute second nature to me. Deep down somewhere in the depths of my brain, the mission statements were both already there.
I recognised them almost instantly after reading them and before I'd even considered the relevance of the statements, I knew that there was something fundementally wrong with the later statement. I'll be honest and admit that I don't know what the problem is with it, but somehow I can sense that it is untruthful and seem to consider that there may have been a change in The Agency after The Reaping. I just wish I could recall my life as Agent Sure fully then perhaps these abstract philosophies may make more sense.
My supposed wife Shelley has once again proved to be intensely interested in my internet viewing, to the extent that we had yet another incredible arguement. The row raged for a good couple of hours and eventually resulted in me promising that I'd stop using the computer so much and her switching it off at the socket.
Weird thing was, after the arguement I lay down and thought about the mission statements again and almost immediately suffered with the worse migraine I have ever experienced, which begun with the left hand side of my head feeling as if it was burning. The really weird thing was, the migraine didn't go away until four days later?

the truth will out.

Relationship Troubles.

Things are getting pretty heated in our household at the moment. My dear wife, the love of my life (or is she?), is becoming increasing interested in my Internet and email usage. Perhaps this is a regular issue of discussion in households up and down the country, but when you think that you are a mind washed government Agent, it takes a whole new shape. Shelley is beginning to become concerned by my obsession with email (although it is actually the case files that steal my attention) and is demanding that I spend more time with her instead of the computer. In fact I'm only managing to write this now as we've just had a blazing argument which concluded in her storming out of the house. The quest to discover my true identity is becoming more perilous by the day.
Her behaviour and the apparent realism of the files are steadily beginning to convince me that I am actually Agent Sure, although still nothing has jogged my memory like the name Agent Falcon did. A feW of the dates in the timeline I featured rung distant bells, but that could just have been coincidence, and maybe a couple of names struck a chord but without further detail, I couldn't really be sure? I think subconsciously, I just want to recognize everything I read as I cannot accept that there is no truth in this hefty document I have received. I guess only time will tell?
In amongst the various case files are some other ASSPIL information sheets, such as the time line I opted to publish last blog. As well as publishing the case files I am inclined to include a few of the sheets, I guess the public deserve to know the truth, not just about incidences, but also about The Agency.