Agent's Log
Fall 16, 2006
We've been at this for a while, now, haven't we? With my current experience, it's been pretty obvious that my occupation is rough sometimes. I guess I was originally in it for the excitement, for the adventure, but I didn't know how serious things would get. I've discovered that this line of work is both radically different yet amazingly similar to what is portrayed in all the fiction. It's not necessarily the contrasts that have disinterested me in this business. Actually, I was expecting some differences and left out details that I would be most curious to learn about when making into the field. To be honest, part of my fading interest has to do with the paradox itself. All the "danger" and "compromise" I had come to love ended up being the points of greatest stress, which always had me on edge. And yet, it still had me coming back for more. Somehow, in all these years of my life, I've really amazed myself.
I still remember some past missions.
In my first major assignment, I went under disguise of a wealthy, dependent heiress along with my partner, code named Gina, as my maid in a lavish manor on an island. It was tough... being so snappy to everyone who got too close, but it was my cover... and it was necessary. I was thankful that we were able to apprehend our perpetrator with adequate evidence. He went under the name Ronald, whose cover was that of a humble market owner, but he was secretly hoarding some nuclear arms in a back room while selling them to the Black Market. Luckily for us, Ronald happened to be incredibly out of shape, and that we were properly prepared for the operation.
A few missions later, we were assigned to Forget-me-not Valley, where we went undercover as two innocent schoolgirls who happened to loose their way. I remember how cute my partner looked in her uniform, but I digress. Our target for this mission was Mad Scientist Daryl, who was suspected of producing illegal chemicals and experimentation. This time, however, he was prepared to deal with us, and filled his lab with man-eating plants and various toxins. Thankfully, it was with the help of local farmer Gavin and the mysterious traveler Nami that we made it out safely and successfully apprehended the scientist. Now, Gavin just happened to be passing by as he heard our cries of panic, however, Nami herself had an interesting reason herself. Apparently, she happened to be a traveling detective who worked with INTERPOL, and she had only recently heard about Daryl's activity when she arrived at the valley. I am incredibly thankful for Detective Nami's assistance, and I am sure that it would be an interesting experience if we were to team up again.
But now, I am stationed at Flower Bud Village, with perhaps the vaguest case ever: A Harvest Goddess turned to stone, a disappearing Fisherman, and a few too many secretive villagers. Before we arrived, a happy young fisherman named Ray once wandered the place freely, but ever since he snooped too far into our mysterious case, he ended up disappearing. Unfortunately, no explanation about the goddess was given to us.
For the moment, I am under the guise of a sickly young aristocrat who moved into the village due to the abandonment of divorced parents, while my partner acts as my faithful nurse. I am also happy to say that we are working with veteran agent Alex, whose cover is the local doctor. He's actually quite nice, actually, and I think it cute that he's developed a crush on my partner. I really hope his feelings won't interfere with our line of work, though.
Another welcome surprise was making contact with Farmer Jack, who seemed to be the most sociable of the villagers here. At first, I was very cautious, and tried hard to distance myself from this individual, but a few more encounters lead our department to discover that Jack himself is our man on the inside, an expert intelligence agent trying to find out the activities within each house.
From our collective data, we had started out with a few possible suspects.
First was the antisocial Jamie, whose overly competitive spirit, yet extremely antisocial demeanor was a strong point of suspicion. We initially suspected that perhaps this individual was developing some sort of "performance enhancers" to improve the animals as a sort of test before delivering them to the Black Market for a profit, but Jack's expertise had disproved his guilt when he discovered that their metabolism was nothing out of the ordinary.
Second was the equally suspicious Blue, and his slick Uncle Hank. While we were a bit concerned with Hank's drinking habit, Blue himself always seemed desperate to keep trespassers away with his deadly pitchfork like a diligent soldier. There was the chance that either Blue himself understood his entire operations, or that perhaps Hank had performed extensive brainwashing on him. We were initially unsure if Ellen would be involved in their scheme with her sweet and caring attitude. Then again, being in this business for so long, it was possible she could even be the mastermind of the devious plot. While they were out, we made sure to check the barns, coops, and even their home itself for a secret room or passageway, but to no avail. Without leaving any suspicion to his true motives, Jack had subtly interrogated Hank for any suspicious activity, which luckily leads to our big break.
It turned out that something strange was going on in the workshop in the woods, so every so often, I would try and approach the place while pretending to take a walk for a "simple breath of fresh air". These guys were really cautious with whatever they've been doing. Even when the shop is close, the supposed owner of their establishment, Woody, would always stand watch by the stump that was near their shop. Obviously, I could never get close enough without bringing suspicion to myself, especially considering my cover, so I had to abandon a secret infiltration.
This news concerns me gravely. During my stay here, I had made friends with one of the workers there, a quiet fellow by the name of Kurt. We've become pretty close in this amount of time, but of course, I took great care not to blow my cover. It's... disheartening to think that I may have to take him out as part of my duty.
After careful planning, our group has decided to infiltrate the Workshop during the Fall Horseracing Festival. It just so happens to be one of the busiest events of the year, so I'll expect even the Workshop to be empty. As usual, I will be teaming up with my partner Gina for this infiltration, and Alex will be offering backup support. Our experience in Forget-me-not Valley had taught us to prepare for the worst, so Gina and I had made more mobile versions of our cover outfits for this occasion. The differences in appearances are so cleverly subtle, but trust me when I say that these outfits are much easier to maneuver around in than our usual clover clothes.
Strange noises at night, an ever diligent Carpenter guard, and the disappearance of a fisherman who used to hang out around the woods. We may very well find our answers infiltrating this place, but... I'm afraid what those answers might be. Well, another day in my life, I guess.