2004-10-17 2:40 p.m. Seriously, gentlemen, I'm starting to worry. It's been working under cover here for almost three years. I've been going to work every day, kept my cover, been uploading encoded messages as you've requested. I've always been sure to use the cypher you requested, even though new, fancier, harder-to-crack ones have come along. I have been true. I have been paid a pittance every two weeks and lived on those wages with none the wiser. But I've been checking the referral logs I don't think you guys are visiting anymore. I mean... I could use an email or something, gentlemen. Something to let me know the agency hasn't just forgotten me out in the field. I underwent plastic surgery for you! I left my wife and children and let them think I was dead! I learned how to astral project and how to slow my breathing to feign death! I've tasted the poisons of the world and suffered crippling muscle spasms to build up resistance! And for what? To keep leaving cryptic posts on some jerkwater free website that do nothing but, post after post, translate to "Nothing going on here. Awaiting orders." CHRIST. Sorry to break for a post, but I'm worried that all you guys retired or found a better agent or something. Please don't leave me hanging. I hate my cover and I miss my old face. Every morning, I'm surprised by the mirror I comb my hair in. I'm still not used to me. Next update will be an update. Don't worry. I'll delete this entry. I can disappear. I'm good at it. |
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