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

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.

Mission Statement.

ASSPIL: OBJECTIVES (1924).

The Agency (ASSPIL), has been founded by the honourable Christopher Harkstein and his gentlemanly friend Dr Johnathon Brammer, in order to investigate and document creatures and occurrences which evidently stretch far beyond the realms of human understanding.
As a now funded branch of the Great British Government, The Agency intends to investigate such happenings throughout the Empire and beyond, using the latest Scientific tools known to man.
The Agency aims to prove the existence of unusual life forms and paranormal events to the general public and science itself. Documents and photographic evidence will be publicised following every investigation The Agency is involved in and we hope, in time, to be able to eradicate the horror of the unknown felt amongst this country's people and prove the existence of all abnormal life forms.

Mr C.Harkstein and Dr J.Harker.

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ASSPIL: REVISED MISSION STATEMENT (1980).

The Agency for Supernatural, Spiritual and Paranormal Investigation and Location, has been reformed as an ultra sensitive Government Unit following the unfortunate events of 'The Reaping'.
The Agency still retains its desire to investigate the paranormal and obscure and scientifically examine the evidence accrued. In addition The Agency is also willing to take necessary force to protect the country from the potential threat of these horrors.
On discovery of new species, The Agency is willing to capture and maintain such creatures in a high tech facility, the location of which will remain a secret to even ASSPIL's top Agents. Once there is significant proof of existence a white paper will be published, proving beyond doubt, the existence of the paranormal.

The Director (1980).

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.

A Matter Of History.

A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE AGENCY FOR SUPERNATURAL, SPIRITUAL AND PARANORMAL
INVESTIGATION INVESTIGATION AND LOCATION.



1922: The young scientist and gentleman, Christopher Harkstein returns from his world travels. After encountering strange creatures such as 'Drop Bears' in Australia, man-eating trees in Madagascar, and the Loch Ness Monster in Scotland, he
decides to dedicate his life and considerable fortune to the investigation into such phenomena.

1923: After his work into the investigation of carnivorous plants, he is joined in his quest to form The Agency by his close friend and respected scientist, Dr John Brammer.

1924: The Agency become a specialised, Government Agency for the first time,although still operating in secret with only Harkstein and Brammer as Agents.

1937: Harkstein undertakes The Agency's First Government requested investigation during his study into The Hindenberg Disaster.

1939: The Agency is disbanded with the outbreak of the Second World War.

1943: Agent John Brammer is killed in service during The Tunisia Campaign.

1946: Agent Harkstein discovers Nazi secrets hidden in an Underground Hospital during the liberation of Jersey. He immediately reforms The Agency, employing many of his regiment and gaining the immediate, renewed support of the British Government.

1957: The Agency goes from strength to strength and sets up a permanent home in a purpose built, secret base, hidden beneath a toilet paper factory.

1961: Legendary Agent John Willis, joins The Agency on a direct transfer from MI5.

1962: Agent Harkstein is killed at the age of 62, during his investigation into the collapse of The Severn Railway Bridge. Agent Lewis Robertson, an exceptional, young Agent and confident of Harkstein's becomes the new leader of The Agency at the tender age of 25.

1979: The Agency faces turmoil as a mysterious occurrence known as 'The Reaping' takes place across the globe. On a single day, July 24th 1979, eleven Agents including Chief Robertson are killed in suspicious yet unrelated accidents, whilst each on individual missions in different countries. Agent Willis and Agent Duchson are the only two Agents to survive the atrocities.

1980: The Agency is dragged back from the brink of extinction by the new leadership of a mysterious government peer, known only as The Director.

1981: After a review of Agency objectives, The Director names Agent Duchson as the Agency's Chief Directive Agent. An effective employment drive follows.

1989: The rural, British town of Coopers Peak is highlighted as a strong point of phenomena requiring Duchson to conduct a two year investigation into incidents in the town.

1991: Agent Duchson is forced to retire from active duty after being shot in the knee by a young assassin named Nika Marino.

1999: The Agency commission an extensive, three year investigation into a rumour that Lycans are infiltrating the British Police Force, with the intention of complete control. Agent Willis accepts leadership of the case, his last before retirement.

2000: The Agency experiment with mind control and memory removal techniques.

A New Years Resolution?

Well another new year is here, bringing with it the same old problems. Well not exactly in my case I guess. Have I made a New Years Resolution for 2010? Well you could say that. Its not the usual lose weight, give up smoking etc,etc, as I now only have a single vice, discovering the truth, and I will not be giving that up in a hurry.
Once again, after opening up the computer virus file I guess I felt a little familiarity again. There was nothing overly familiar, I didn't so much recognize the case or the name Agent Willis and there was no burning visual at the back of my minds eye. But the strange thing was, after I'd read the case file and shut my computer down, I could see an image of a small section of encrypted code, and was able to successfully copy the image down onto a piece of paper.
At the time I wasn't really concerned that it was strange as I usually have good short term recall and just presumed that I was remembering a diagram from the file I'd just read, but the thing was when I looked back, there was no illustration on it.
I thought this a little strange, but not as conclusive as my recall of Agent Falcon previously. I have thought a little about her since and it was like meeting an old friend again.
Im slowly beginning to believe that I am Agent Sure, although the evidence isn't quite compelling enough yet. The strange thing is with it all, if I did remember the truth fully, what would I do then? How would it change my life and what would I do with it?
The thought of actually knowing the truth is more mind boggling than wanting to know it. All I know for Sure, is that I must find myself.
2010 is definitely going to be a truthful year.

Agent Sure will return at the weekend. The Truth Will Out.