| Latest alias extremely successful. |
[24 Feb 2003|10:59pm] |
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Am now needing some serious quiet time, so that might try out this whip finally.
Any questions? (*ahem* Marshall? Dad?) Email agentamorous@hotmail.com.
Back to bed...
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[24 Feb 2003|02:23pm] |
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With a not insignificant amount of grumbling at governmental bureaucracy in general, as well as a huge barrel of thanks to my dialogue coach (girl, I owe you a cosmopolitan - or perhaps whatever more bad-ass drink you prefer - when I get back to L.A.), here I bloody go.
Ooh, "bloody"! I love the way they talk around here. Must be assimilating nicely, the way it just came to me ...
*Focus.* This cannot be good for my alias.
Did I always worry this much in L.A., or did Vaughn's sweet ass exhibit some kind of a calming influence?
Pike's ass isn't bad.
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[21 Feb 2003|04:26pm] |
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Well, looks like my last summary report went over almost too well back at Ops Center. (Marshall's taken to calling it "Oops Center", which is not funny at all *snicker*) They've started to get the idea that something huge is potentially brewing over here, and that given the meterological disaster in L.A., it's not just a localized suburban problem.
The FBI's solution - seems that the CIA has passed the buck on agency supervision - is just utterly ridiculous.
They think I'll get in deeper with these people, with the people who matter, the people yikes in Category II ... by assuming aliases.
With what, bitty soaps from the hotel shower? Am I to whittle them into a rudimentary face prosthetic? Do I look like a character on 'Mission: Impossible'?
Don't answer that.
You wouldn't believe what they've got me doing first.
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| The criminal hideout that is my life. |
[18 Feb 2003|10:25am] |
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Long time no post, apparently ... it's exceedingly easy to lose track of time in this town. What feels like a week is often less than a day, and vice versa. Must remember to finally corner the expatriate and get this explained. In the meantime, have just dismissed the three field agents who just beat down the door of my hotel in mad mid-search. Sorry, Dad! Sorry, Marshall! Guess a search party's what you get when your last known transmission was conducted in full hangover.
Here's what I've uncovered so far: 80% of Sunnydale populace falls into one of three behavioral categories, all of which put them at risk for possible illegal activity and felony crime. However, immunity under the umbrella of Miscellaneous World-Saving would be the most prudent course of action considering the evidence I've seen. (Does CIA even recognize said umbrella?) Don't even ask about what happened to the Initiative, by the way. It goes much deeper than that, e.g. sateen-swilling Hellgods.
Sunnydale: Solved
Fights demons for sake of God/country: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2) buffy_anne, xander__harris, _ripper_, _kennedy_, amanda_sit, charles__gunn
Fights demons as last defense against innate sociopathic tendencies: _rogueslayer_, _champion_, wyndham__pryce, soulvamp, rabbit_phobia, xdawnsummersx, red_witch, buffy_anne, that0therguy
Is demon: _queen_c_, cole_turner, soulvamp, stoic_wolf (although has undergone extensive therapy), _scourge_, buffy_anne (based on unconfirmed reports)
Only possible exceptions to my theory are black_rayne, who ostensibly aspires to category III but has not ascended, and chao_ahn, who may not be aware enough to undergo any change at all.
End transmission for now - need morning mocha, which is the only sensible ritual I have observed around here.
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| Serious shit. |
[13 Feb 2003|05:34pm] |
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This goes much deeper than even I would have thought. Perhaps the Initiative was not a paranormal bioengineering experiment gone awry, as most of us in the CIA believe it to be, but a test - a trap laid to test some highly warped notions of game theory - and all these poor, pure souls in Sunnydale are nothing but guinea pigs.
Not quite sure what this "First Evil" actually consists of, but I feel it has acquired more metaphorical heft (incorporeality? Such a physical manifestation of vagueness itself.) than actual meaning. THIS document that I've updated with newer findings should provoke Kendall to fast-track my mission. Just itching to shed my skin, can't be Sydney anymore, "Sydney" is invisible here ...
*looks through GarmentBag!ofDisguise*
I wonder if Cole has a thing for redheads.
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| Setting things right. Sort of. |
[12 Feb 2003|05:26pm] |
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After considerable thought, I have opted not to call Vaughn until he calls me first. We have, of course, an impeccable business relationship except for the humping sometimes and any assumptions I make can only doom this mission further.
That said, I've made next to no progress on uncovering remnants of the Initiative. Mostly due to inadvertant narcolepsy induced by the files on Riley Finn. However, the potential for relevant paranormal activity in the area looks to be skyrocketing by the day. Except for last night, when things were oddly slow ...
I used the time quite productively, if I do say so myself. Feels like I fell for the wrong agency, and the INS was more my calling:
Rights to this have apparently been purchased by them. And he said he was a lawyer!
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| Closed-Circuit Phone Log (https://www.cia.gov/1092-4764.html) |
[11 Feb 2003|12:39pm] |
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SBristow: Dad ... what are you doing? I'm supposed to be rendez - um, meeting - with Vaughn at this number to give a status report.
JBristow: I know. Kendall has asked me to take over Vaughn's reponsibilities with you on this particular mission.
SBristow: No Vaughn? *coughs loudly* Why?
JBristow: He's joined a team of molecular meterologists outside state lines to investigate the perpetual eclipse currently occuring in Los Angeles.
SBristow: *silence*
JBristow: Sydney? Are you there?
SBristow: *muttering* If he's back with Alice, he can just come out and say it, none of these warped excuses ...
JBristow: Stay on track. Just because you have decided SD-6's demise renders your endeavors meager and low-priority does not mean the CIA concurs with your assessment. Your findings in Sunnydale could prove vitally important.
SBristow: *sound of pills pushing through foil* This is the worst headache of all time. Vampires are real, Dad.
JBristow: Preposterous.
SBristow: I killed one myself. *sound of water-drinking* No, the term they use is "slayed", actually.
JBristow: "They"?
SBristow: Ring of well-organized but strategically amateurish vampire hunters, all under the age of 25. There seems to be a foreigner with expired visa papers assisting, as well as a skilled forger and a mob-quality thief.
JBristow: Fascinating. Where did they acquire personnel like that on such short notice?
SBristow: This comes mostly from supported inference and secondhand testimony, but I understand it's a combination of true love and necessity that drives the forger to join up. He needs fake papers because he's already dead.
JBristow: *long pause, sound of bottle being unscrewed* And the thief?
SBristow: High school freshman. Shockingly, there's enough supporting evidence on her to fill a dictionary. Clearly no cover-up going on there.
JBristow: Sydney, are you feeling all right?
*THUD in background*
SBristow: *whispering* I'm fine.
JBristow: Have you been compromised?
SBristow: Sort of ...
JBristow: Tell me more about this intel. Who is your source, exactly?
SBristow: It's complicated. I'll email you a full summary. Tell Will I say hi.
JBristow: Where are you going?
SBristow: To go get a man-witch - I mean, sandwich! *pause* Actually, to throw up.
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[11 Feb 2003|02:07am] |
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Magic warlock men are preeeeeeetty.
Sydney likes tequila!
*looks around nervously*
They put a SPELL on me, I KNOW it.
*dashes to bathroom*
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[10 Feb 2003|02:24pm] |
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Something tells me this town only comes alive after dark ...
Marshall, are you able to pick up this site? Figure it's best to transmit intel via journal, since network of potential targets/sources favors this format.
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| As if I needed another reason to hate the government ... |
[10 Feb 2003|11:17am] |
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... now Kendall's sent me on the deep-cover assignment from Hell. I'm pretty sure I mean that literally.
You'd think, what with my letter of resignation starting to collect dust on his desk, Herr Direktor would start taking my desire to actually utilize a Masters in comp-lit seriously. But, nooo - the CIA has initiated a full-scale investigation into a failed black-ops/paranormal biology clique called The Initiative, and apparently they dredged up enough to send me packing in person.
Get this: The Initiative was a team of pseudo-scientists, some with legit degrees and some with mere army training, who farmed and experimented on ... suspend disbelief here, I know I had to ... demons.
Not like the inner ones my father's got, but real demons. Pointy, mean-spirited ones. Just checked into my new home and already had a run-in with three guys who either need medical attention or, um, or are vampires.
Thank God they're letting me use my real name while I collect information, or else the idea of traveling just *two hours* outside of the city on *business* while Vaughn could be making me *a nice quiche* would really be getting on my nerves.
Come to think of it, though, he just left me a message saying they're having some intense cloud cover up in L.A. Odd.
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