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Below are the 6 most recent journal entries recorded in Adam Forrester's Blurty:

    Wednesday, May 7th, 2003
    9:11 pm
    Passing the time
    In correspondence with my most recent entry, I found a poem that I remember liking a lot.

    EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES

    These, in the day when heaven was falling,
    The hour when Earth's foundations fled,
    Followed their mercenary calling
    And took their wages and are dead.

    Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
    They stood, and earth's foundations stay;
    What God abandoned, these defended,
    And saved the sum of things for pay.

    -A.E. Housman

    I think it about sums things up, how things stand in the world. I should be done with my mission in approximately a few days. The thing about missions is they are so mutable. You might be leaving one day to embark and have your mission delayed a month, whereas you could any day just be waiting to be told when to leave. As for me, I'm just trying to pass the time by. Things go by so bloody slow when they are racing with anticipation. I'm just anxious to get this whole ordeal over with. I don't much like Americans. Some of them are okay, like Ana, but for the most part I find them so very arrogant. They are fun to mess with though. They fall for tricks so bloody easily. Not that I have experience with this....
    Monday, May 5th, 2003
    10:35 pm
    Athena here
    Hey. Ok, so Adam has finally convinced me to say something for posterity. Adam is an idiot. Haha. He'll love that. No, Adam's a great guy; he's probably one of my favorite people. However, he does have a certain wacky aura going on for him. Today--Adam's only been in town for a few days now--we had some happy little friends come visit us. I don't know how they knew, or had an idea rather, that he was here because we've been running the shower constantly and whispering to mess up any sound taps. Nevertheless, the Yard comes knocking on our door. Unfortunately, we had not been anticipating such a kind gesture and so had various, possibly illegal, materials laying on the floor, maps, etc... Right about now, Adam's amazing bravery kicks in as he runs and hides himself. Well, sort of. Actually, his intuition saved us. We have some mutual friends who sometimes stop by and deliver us some packages and what not, visit us, help out on the missions. I was actually expecting someone right about that time with a package. However, Adam pointed out, rather quickly because we were in a crunch for time, that it couldn't possibly be that person because that would imply that they were early and that just didn't happen with this specific person. For posterity's sake, this specific person, who shall remain unnamed (you know who you are), is the most worthless, lazyest, not punctual person that I know. So here I am calling "I'll be there in a second" as calmly as I can and over the noise of the shower as Adam and I are rushing to stuff all of this questionable material into secure places. I had to pull a robe on over my clothes and put a towel over my head to hide the fact that my hair wasn't actually wet. But then I got to push Adam into the bathtub, which he particularly enjoyed considering it was full of water. It was the "safest place I could find." Cough. What would he do without friends like me. Unfortunately, I had to turn the shower off to answer the door. Anyways, so here I am decked out in this lovely bath attire, trying to hide my clothes underneath. I answer the door and sure enough there are some Yard cops outside. I had to pull the innocent American Southern Belle--it works beautifully on the British--on the poor unsuspecting cops. I pulled it off fairly well, considering I was asked on a date by one of them. What the hell? You interrupt my shower to ask me on a date? Idiot. I could just feel Adam trying to keep from breaking out in uncontrollable laughter. My next job, besides having to rescue Adam from all of his fixes, is to figure out a way to coincidentally not make the date. Maybe I'll call upon Adam's operational expertise. He does owe me, as always. Corrupted Yard cops, gross. Ok, that's enough for posterity. Oh, and Athena 0wns j00!!!
    7:16 pm
    Why am I a mercenary?
    Why am I a mercenary? Sometimes I have no idea. Yes, it is the practical thing to do. You have no obligations, no alliances, no bloody red tape, etc. But the things you get hired to do. I'm telling you, they remind you that you're just a mercenary. I guess we get looked down upon because we have no cause, but that's not true. I personally hate governments; if I were a slave of one, that would be abandoning my morals, no? I carry on my own cause and my loyalty is never questioned because I'm probably the only one who follows it. I guess you could say my cause is stronger than that of all the government blokes because it embodies everything I believe, not what someone else has told me to believe. Anyways, governments see us mercenaries as an advantage, I guess you could say. No, we don't come cheap usually, but we can't be linked back to any government. Well, yes, if the government botches the paperwork, as it is sometimes apt to do, our actions can be traced back to the specific government. But we get the dirtiest, nastiest jobs. It's like they think we have no morals, that we can just be bought off. And on top of the bloody awful things they make us do, we have to swear secrecy. I say that we don't get payed enough. Right now I could get several governments in some deep barney and they seem to have forgotten I exist. Dangerous thing to work with mercenaries. But, because of this, we seem to increasingly get more power. I know some pretty powerful chaps on the black side who could set the whole world against itself with the secrets they know. I don't see any advantage in that. They're basically screwing themselves over; they seem to fancy this though. Right now, despite that I can't tell you what it is that the bloody Americans are paying me to accomplish, I'm back in Glesga. Maybe, I'll relate some information after it's all passed over; shake the American confidence a bit. Ana's doing some work for me here. I might make her come and say hi to you later today. She's a bit busy now though. Ok, she's yelling at me to help her out. Right then, out.
    Monday, April 21st, 2003
    8:55 pm
    Unexpected guests
    Ok, so today was a pretty...interesting...day, so I thought it worth documenting. The day started bright and early with a satelite communication from Ana. She sent me the architectural plans for the German embassy in Prague. She also sent me a wonderful, cheery little virus to make sure my computer skills were not deteriorating. You have to appreciate Ana; only such a friend would send you a virus, deleting all of your precious computer files that you have spent years? collecting and securing, to make sure your computer skills were sufficient enough to be associated with. Apparently this virus did not delete my files, thankfully, but transfered all of them to one of Ana's computers. She then masked the computer's tracks in such a way that trying to track the computer, I was misguided to different computers all over the world, including China, India, and Switzerland--they weren't too happy when I tried to hack into one of their banks. I'm just thinking how beltar things are. Right, so I'm bell tinkying trying to find where she hid my damn files so that she will talk to me again and one of the local natives, one of their village scouts, comes into my hut. This is actually a pretty big thing because they are mostly afraid of all the weird machines I have sprawled out everywhere and so try to avoid coming to it, believing it to be possessed or something of the sort. In any case, this chap tells me something to the extent of "we found 'white men' on the edge of the forest." The tricky thing is, there are no other white men here, or rather, shouldn't be. Right then I know they're coming for me; I've abosolutely no idea what they want. I'm thinking "well, isn't this my bloody day." I grab a few weapons and get out of there as fast as I possibly can. I sprint the few miles to the edge of the forest with mind to track these guys and see what they want. These chaps are Americans. I'm thinking, what the bloodly hell are they doing here? By their badges I could tell they were a small group of marines. I creep up on their leader and corner him. He hears me and shoots in my direction, but to no good. I grabbed him from behind and held him hostage. I get a little territorial when military blokes come to play in my backyard. Turns out, they were looking for me, wanted me to do some...business for their government. They seemed to have heard of me down the stream and agreed not to shoot me if I helped them. How sponny I am. If I agree to go out of my way to be nice to the Americans, I won't get shot. Anyways, I agreed...for a small fee. Don't know what I got into, probably knee deep in bloody shite. Back later.
    Sunday, April 20th, 2003
    12:50 am
    Welcome...
    Good Evening. My name is Adam Forrester. Welcome to the chronicles of my life. I was born in Glasgow, Scotland to middle-classed parents. My mum was a doctor and my dad was a profesor. My dad taught me most everything that I know. I started using computers when I was a wee little lad. I got quite skilled with them after a bit. I didn't fancy being cooped up in the room all the day, though. I started building up my physical strengths when I wasn't studying school. I took up several martial arts and became fairly profficient with them. My dad was a doctor of political science and spent most of his time at Oxford University. He taught me what I know of how the political world works and international relations. While I worked with security systems on computers, I became fascinated with hard-wired security systems. I knew how to hack into a computer and break the security system, but I didn't know how to break into the actual security perameters, say of a museum. I started reading about security setups and learned the basics of most usual types of security systems used in buildings. I started to try to infiltrate my friends' homes, which they undoubtedly appreciated. After a bit, I tested my skills by infiltrating the university, libraries, and even museums. After graduating from the university, I took up a residence abroad though kept an apartment in Glasgow where my friend Anastasia--or better known as Athena--sometimes stays. I built a hut among one of the native villages in Costa Rica where I could continue my studies in peace. I had built up a reputation for myself in Glasgow and Scotland Yard had been looking for me so I decided I needed to disappear for a bit. I kept in touch with Ana often, having known her since I was young. She had also been interested in computers and has retained her passion for them. She helped me with the technical aspects of infiltration, being my partner in crime as it were, though we never really stole anything. She acquired some blue-prints of buildings (CIA, FBI, etc) and would send them to me priority mail. Anyways that's enough about my past, not all too much can be said, or rather, should be said. Perhaps I'll come back later.
    Saturday, April 19th, 2003
    11:44 pm
    Welcome...
    Good Evening. My name is Adam Forrester. Welcome to the chronicles of my life. I was born in Glasgow, Scotland to middle-classed parents. My mum was a doctor and my dad was a profesor. My dad taught me most everything that I know. I started using computers when I was a wee little lad. I got quite skilled with them after a bit. I didn't fancy being cooped up in the room all the day, though. I started building up my physical strengths when I wasn't studying school. I took up several martial arts and became fairly profficient with them. My dad was a doctor of political science and spent most of his time at Oxford University. He taught me what I know of how the political world works and international relations. While I worked with security systems on computers, I became fascinated with hard-wired security systems. I knew how to hack into a computer and break the security system, but I didn't know how to break into the actual security perameters, say of a museum. I started reading about security setups and learned the basics of most usual types of security systems used in buildings. I started to try to infiltrate my friends' homes, which they undoubtedly appreciated. After a bit, I tested my skills by infiltrating the university, libraries, and even museums. After graduating from the university, I took up a residence abroad though kept an apartment in Glasgow where my friend Anastasia--or better known as Athena--sometimes stays. I built a hut among one of the native villages in Costa Rica where I could continue my studies in peace. I had built up a reputation for myself in Glasgow and Scotland Yard had been looking for me so I decided I needed to disappear for a bit. I kept in touch with Ana often, having known her since I was young. She had also been interested in computers and has retained her passion for them. She helped me with the technical aspects of infiltration, being my partner in crime as it were, though we never really stole anything. She acquired some blue-prints of buildings (CIA, FBI, etc) and would send them to me priority mail. Anyways that's enough about my past, not all too much can be said, or rather, should be said. Perhaps I'll come back later.
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