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Saturday, November 8th, 2003

Time:2:45 pm.
Like the mythical bird, she rises,
like the orb of red and gold again.
Born, destroyed, and dwells in fire,
the creature's known fuel is pain.

And here a deeper cut is felt,
and soft the body falls away,
to reemerge, or birth once more
the harder core, the center stay.

After a year of disaster, hiding, and chance, I return.
I have so much to reestablish. This is starting from scratch.
I wonder that it's even worth the trouble and energy, and then I remember why I dedicated my life to this in first place: because it could never be any other way.

I must contact those whose loyalty has not swayed in my absence.
It's good to see that there are still a few left who tended what was abandoned in my furious haste to cover this up. Starting this once was hard enough, but reparations will be infinitely harder. It's the old car story: When does it become more expensive to fix the old, than to purchase anew?
I'll be the first to admit the old Cookie would have gone and started the foundations to a brand new industry, but there's some unfinished business here.
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Tuesday, July 30th, 2002

Subject:How to erase all the messages on your answering machine in under three seconds; step one: load gun..
Time:1:55 pm.
Mood: curious.
After working an extremely complicated case, I am finally back in front of my desk at THE CORPS. There have been a lot of changes since I was last here, and I like to think the new crew Steele's training will be the best one yet.
I got to drop in on the major offices while my flight stopped over on saturday, and I have to say, I'm unimpressed with the conversion of power to one Meg Capura. I don't like her methods of dealing with people. I don't trust her, and I caught wind of a rumour she used to be involved with the prestigious, yet dangerous Govoni Family, who have extremely blurry and questionable ties to a very important family of Italian origins.
I think I may need to do some back research on this. Make no mistake though. I'm back in town for a while, they can't send me out again after such a tiring mission as my last one. This david copperfield business can get old fast.
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Friday, March 22nd, 2002

Time:2:29 pm.
Mood: busy.
Have to be the good girl scout.
But no angel.
I smell smoke.
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Monday, March 18th, 2002

Time:7:14 pm.
Mood:settling into routine.
Friday night heralds the arrival of an inspecation. Just as we thought, the greater corporation has been keeping one I trained on a glass directed at our offices. It means big things too. Organization must be at an all time high, and the completion of all smaller missions is imperative.
Unfortunately this means Cookie has to attend a few refresher courses on her kickboxing. Inspection doesn't only include the offices, but the officers themselves. It's been a good six months since I was last tested, but for a few people here it will be the first time. I suppose Graham's still on the roladex though.
Saturday I'm taking off, but I'll have to duck into the city briefly for a few errands. PG Division, what do we have planned for this weekend?
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Sunday, March 17th, 2002

Subject:Maximum Flux
Time:6:08 pm.
Mood: relaxed.
Once again, it's been far too long since I last recorded my exploits.
There have been massive changes afoot in the corps. A few new recruits have teamed up with some old members to create an inner circle of expertise. We have been filed under the title The Efficiency and given our own offices in the downtown area. We still operate in connection with the corps but maintain a relatively undisturbed level of autonomy although we receive daily instructions, check ins, and assignments from the greater system.
I've amassed a talented group of people; Ruby Licorice is one of the brains behind the research team, she's joined by strategists Ella O'Reilly and Agent Ox. The clean up crew is composed of Agent Pepper, a member of the P.G. Elite, Hadrian Hero, an agent nouveau with a psychotically daring sensibility, Starfish, an collegue and friend of mine from previous missions, and Tank, whom also doubles as my personal assistant. Kate Vixen is involved, of course, acting as silent member, and fellow senior member, she keeps up with our escapades, and offers plans from her current post in Switzerland.
We've recently received some odd material in the form of a sinister string of mail. Various packages containing riddles and puzzles arrive daily with the noon post delivery. They're seemingly unrelated, but they've had the researchers, and myself bound up in confusion since last tuesday, and I'm beginning to lose my patience.
This week we contact a few of the corps's own code crackers, and see if we can't decipher some kind of pattern or message within the mysteries. I've half a mind to believe it's a few of my superiors testing the newest faction of the operation with an elaborate prank, probably suggested to them by my old friend Darren Steele.
I refuse to let myself become preoccupied or distracted. The latest distraction appearing in the unforseen form of my own personal assistant. He and I share alike intensities, and we've gone out for drinks after hours a few evenings in the past month.
Need I reitorate? I will not become distracted.
Due to this more stationary post, my additions to this electronic file/journal shall hopefully become more regular. I'm simply content to get the details out of my head with the help of a glass of wine and my laptop tonight.
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Sunday, January 13th, 2002

Time:6:06 pm.
Mood: bitchy.
The phone call received almost a week ago sent me on a brief mission to normandy, but I'm back in Paris now.
It's been a hellish week, but I finally tracked down Steele through the satellite, and he had nothing but fluff to say to me when we participated in an actual conversation. I can't shake the idea that he's hiding something corp-related from me.
Oh, and Kate's dropped off the planet. I was sure I was going to see her this weekend, but a rendez-vous of ours fell through, and I was forced to exert the full wrath of a solitary cookie assault on an unassuming arrondisment of Paris last night. I ended up with my own band as per usual in its own funked out way. Visited a few haunts to check up on the mob scene, and I wonder if pulling this sort of a stranger in a crowd thing is getting old. Maybe I'm losing my thirst for adventure, maybe I'm just not confident enough in my skills lately.
I'm taking this out on Graham, my kickboxing instructor tomorrow, for I'm flying back to my vacation spot for a three day rester tonight.
All I can say is, it's about time.
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Monday, January 7th, 2002

Subject: few revolutions of the marble globe
Time:11:10 am.
It's been a busy time, and I actually got to spend christmas off of work this year.
Granted I couldn't leave Paris, where we were planted, but such is trouble I suppose.
I got back to the corps on friday, just in time to run into Kate, who was stopping by. We were going to make a go of it and demand the town prepare for shellshock in the form of the reunited duo, but she already had plans with a certain foreign fellow I haven't had the pleasure to meet yet.
She refuses to say anything about him except he's european, and not part of our elitist little circle, which may be a breath of fresh air, but I get the feeling there's something she's not telling me.
I deal in secrets, so this is not une affaire nouveau, just something to keep me preoccupied during my harsh new kickboxing training sessions.
I've new ferver for the physical side of things since a very close call in Lebanon, while on a brief research excursion. I managed to get seperated from my team, which practically made me a sitting duck, and it was only through some avoidence tactics I recalled from my angel days, that I managed to get out, but I don't hold with leaving things(especially myself) so badly prepared.
There's something worrying me lately about Agent Steele. He's gone on a mission to Toronto, Canada, which is routine procedure, but he broke contact with us only four days into his work there, and we haven't heard from him since. He was supposed to go into deep cover five days into the assignment, so maybe it was necessary for him to duck early, but I'm suspicious as usual. I didn't get this far into the corps by just sitting back, and I wonder if I should trust the prickle I'm getting up my spine about this.
Cookie's world, forever spinning, but my cell's making a horrid noise, I think I need to go see about who's trying to contact me.
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Tuesday, October 23rd, 2001

Subject:off to see the wizard
Time:11:12 pm.
Emerald green is the best color to paint in fresco.
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Monday, October 8th, 2001

Time:8:48 pm.
Mood: busy.
It's been a long time.
It's also an incredibly risky time for me to be posting, or making any contact with people outside of the corps, but I felt it necessary to make a brief update.
I was in no way prepared for the unbelieveable occurrences of the past few weeks. The corps was/is not in any danger at its current location. We've dropped all other cases, and are working on three major ones right now. One of these is the ferreting out of the traitor in our midsts, which is the biggest headache because it means we cannot use any of the new recruits for other, more pending missions, since we have narrowed down the field of suspects to a cadet nouveau.
Darren and I have been working on devising a code system for the upcomimg agents involved in location jobs, so a few of these entries in the next couple of weeks will be used as tests. I'll post something in code, Darren will answer if he can crack it or not.
This is a difficult time. I wish the best for you all.
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Sunday, September 16th, 2001

Subject:A World of Work
Time:12:07 pm.
In light of recent events, I feel it is necessary to post.
I have been pretty busy the past month. I ended turning over the previous operation to a cohort, and going on a seperate mission with Kate. It was highly confidential, and because of my preoccupation with that particular mission, I was not where I should have been.
I have recently been transferred to another operation. I hope you will all aid us in this particular assignment; aiding every way you can.
We have a world of work ahead of us.-ks
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Friday, August 17th, 2001

Subject:Slip up
Time:1:06 pm.
Mood: accomplished.
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Sunday, August 5th, 2001

Subject:Details details details, enough to drive one mad
Time:1:19 pm.
Mood: bored.
I have spent the past few days locked in an office with my laptop and a pile of files which threatens my life with its height and breadth. I've been reviewing every single spy involved in the ny operation. Every night, I meet up with a few more for personal explorations of the theories I'm forming, and *I bait the hooks with luminescent lures so the fish are caught in the dark*.
It's really all a lot of boring chores, since our traitor disappeared, and any cohorts have not been turned up yet. I'm beginning to think this is way below my talents. It should be wrapped up soon enough for me to join up with Takashi, should his situation get any more interesting.
I'm going to meet up with a few old friends tomorrow and have one of our good discussions in our favorite lounge.
We'll see how the next few days play out, things could swerve in any direction.
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Monday, July 30th, 2001

Subject:Awry and Amok
Time:1:54 pm.
Mood:royally pissed.
I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to update in almost a week, but the New York assignment did not go as planned.
I spent the days before departure training those rookies' asses off, and then a team of about seven of us flew to the big red fruit. We touched down in the evening and were met by our NY correspondent, who took us to our temporary quarters. We all stayed in the same hotel, but under different disguises of course. At midnight we had a rendez-vous in an abandoned conference room, where our NY correspondent, Agent Burns briefed us on our mission. It was easy; I met with the senator in the morning and let him know what was going on. One new agent, and Agent D. Steele infiltrate the security incognito to keep a close watch. I post a few people around, and the rest of us spend the day in the hotel on our laptops doing research on who might want to cause the senator harm.
We were all wired of course thanks to Aparato, and each of us carried a small compact weapon, just in case.
During the press conference before the opening, shots (through a silencer) were fired. Luckily, the wounds received by the senator were not fatal, but he's in critical condition.
We were prepared for the possibity of an assassination attempt, but not by one of our own people. It was a grave failure on both my, and Agent D. Steele's parts. Immediately afterwards, there was a chase, and we apprehended the plant, but we've had to send all the rookies back to base for observation, and fly out a crew of senior agents to grill our captive.
There's something big amiss here, and I refuse to make any further mistakes.
I'll be in touch when I can.
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Wednesday, July 18th, 2001

Subject:Best Laid Plans
Time:1:00 pm.
Mood:still not impressed.
The last few days have been very busy.
I went in to the offices on Saturday and a scene of pandemonium met my eyes. The corp is trying to train all the new agents en masse. After a quick debriefing, I was handed a huge stack of papers and told to take on the task of teaching classes. Me. A teacher? This is not what I signed up for.
I have very little patience for these things. I started by hiring my yoga teacher to start them on a routine, after their self-defense training.
I spent all sunday getting some sort of plan put together, and I had them all working like dogs on monday.
On tuesday, however, I was interrupted in the middle of a pseudo-night training situation. My superior, Agent Steele turned on the lights, and cut me off mid sentence. I was not impressed.
He took me aside, and informed me my vacation would be cut short. I decided not to point out it already had. Apparently, once I train all the rookies, I'm to take them on assignment with me to New York. I'm getting the rest of the information today, but I know the first thing I'll have to do is pick a few people for a team of experts. There's no way in hell I'm navigating a mission of virgins by myself. I think I'll have to play nice to Kate, if I want her big mouth for whipping them into shape.
Anyway. I thought I'd take this moment to put my feelers out for any volunteers. I have today to myself and then, once again, life will take off.
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Friday, July 13th, 2001

Subject:Blue Shadows under white hammock
Time:5:26 pm.
Mood: lazy.
Today was a lovely day for lounging around the porch going from the hammock to the rocking chair to standing and watching the ocean smile at me. I just napped and read one of my favorite books. Midnight's Children by Salman Rushdie. Rushdie...he draws such a clear, amazing image of india. It's so sad there. Midnight is a special hour too.
I always end up putting the book down and thinking about te tangents it drives me off to, and waste time that way. It was delightful to have time to waste though, and I finished the book so I'm satisfied.
I'm not sure if I want to make my round of the clubs tonight. I have people expecting me, I know, but maybe a solitary walk on the beach after dinner and a play and I'll go to bed. Yes, a play sounds marvelous. Oh I wonder if it's too late to go book a ticket. What am I thinking? It's a community theatre, of course there'll be seats. Do I really want to go alone? I'll check the paper, see what's playing, then decide.
I miss my subscription to all my magazines and papers. The New Yorker especially. When you're on the move all the time subscriptions aren't really an option, and picking up a copy isn't the same as just finding one on your doorstep. Maybe all this vacation time is making a lazy girl out of me. Perhaps it's a good thing I have to go into the offices tomorrow.
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Thursday, July 12th, 2001

Subject:Tying up loose ends
Time:11:34 am.
Mood: energetic.
I'm still not tiring of having nights completely off. Of course, during the day, I almost wish I had something to work on. I've taken up yoga. I train with it for a good half hour after my self defense routine. Makes for some outrageously achy muscles since I took about a week off of work out.
Kate-nothing happened between Marco and me. There were drinks and dancing and it was practically an early night for me.
I have to go into our office connection to headquarters on saturday. I suppose they're checking up on me, getting the last details of the Greek assignment sorted out. It will be nice to see some of the old crew. After the big foul up in Moscow, and the consequential split up of our original group, the corp placed almost every member at a different location. I've only worked on another case with one original; Kate. We're just too fantastic a team, aren't we darling?
Anyway, let's hope all the hatchets have been buried and nobody's going to drudge anything old and ugly up. I'm excited to see them.I hope it's mutual.
My buzzer's going off again, must be my personal trainer. She's early.
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Saturday, July 7th, 2001

Subject:Are my seams straight?
Time:6:17 pm.
Mood: devious.
I am just about to head out for cocktails with my assistant Marco. I've only ever worked with the boy and this will be our first social outing together. I look forward to seeing him let his hair down for he always thoroughly emerses himself in his work. I think I may show the little rookie the sass side of town. I wonder if I should shake his world up a wee bit. I could use a little casual excitment after all the bother of the past two weeks.
I hope nobody follows me again, last time it happened, I ruined a perfectly lovely pair of black nylons in kicking someone's head.
That's the buzzer. I'll let him in.
Here's to a good evening, and the further relaxation of this particular agent.
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Friday, July 6th, 2001

Time:2:11 pm.
Mood:ready for a rest.
I have just returned from assignment in Greece, and upon suggestion from my talented colleague Kate Vixen, I have decided to begin this journal.
I am taking a brief hiatus between the completion of this assignment and the onset of a new one because I am rather spent. To most people Greece is a beautiful alluring wonderland one dreams of taking a cruise to in the autumn of one's life. I have never liked the place myself. It's beauty and culture has an ugly history, and they currently cover, as most beauty does, an ugly underside.
I am slightly biased of course because I have only ever dealt with the ugly side of Greece and have never had the chance to enjoy it as most travelers, or even the locals I suppose.
I admit I was enticed by the beaches a few times, but I learned better once I realized how unprotected I was in such a state as the seaside renders a person.
I much prefer the moodier cities of europe where one can blend in the easiest.
But I've said enough for today.
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