p class="MsoNormal"20supth/sup October 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"New diary. If you are reading this, get out! The last diary I managed to keep for more than a month got blown up. My family think I was killed in a car crash. In reality, a missile attacked the mansion while I was inside, but luckily I escaped. Only just though. I'd be dead if it wasn't for those missile proof pods Merlin insisted on. But for the record, all but 2 (me and Eggsy) agents died when their houses blew up as well, and I was out cold in the hospital for two style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanMy old diary had a lot of things that I'll probably forget eventually, even though it was so disastrous. span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanI'll just write them down anyway. After the bitch (I want to call her something a lot worse, but if my diary was found it would be disturbing) Poppy Adams had Charlie (also a bastard)span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanhack our databases and blow us up, Merlin and Eggsy went to Kentucky in America and found their secret service called Statesman, and shut down the Golden Circle. Then they came back and found out I was alive. Even though the one agent that helped them turned out to absolutely suck, and tried to kill Eggsy on prejudice. span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanGood news is, found Harry and 2. Somehow we still had bases we can use. Bad news is, 1. Merlinspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spangot blown up by a landmine, means we have no one to teach new recruits, except logistics, only have 2 span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanfield agents counting me (Harry decided to never go back into the field) and 's only the non-agents left spare us. So right now I am trying to think of 3 new recruits to take the place of the 8 we lost. I know that Harry is choosing some of his old friends, and Eggsy is trying to get his council estate friends, but I don't know who to choose. I had barely any friends at school, and rules say my selection cannot be someone under the age of 19. I was going to choose my younger sisters, but they think that I am dead. I have to have my final choices here by 7PM tomorrow, and I am still not sure who I'll choose./p
p class="MsoNormal"21supst/sup October 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"Well, i did it. I found enough recruits. Turned out the 3 girls I knew from School all had younger siblings that were all acceptable. I hope Millicent makes it. That girl needs some sort of life. I won't go into details because is really disturbing, but she and her older sibling were starved growing up. Can't write much today, op glasses are pinging./p
p class="MsoNormal"22supnd/sup October 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"New mission. I'm being sent to the Scottish Highlands to take out some sort of illegal experiment with explosives. Don't know what is it yet, but this is classified as urgent because it involves a biochemical./p
p class="MsoNormal"23suprd/sup October 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"Can't breathe... can't breathe.../p
p class="MsoNormal"10supth/sup November 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"I know I've not written in my diary for 3 weeks, but I almost died again. When I wrote that I can't breathe, it was because there was a weird bottle leaking the biochemicals and it was already making me feel sick after only five minutes. Turns out it was a new weapon that knocks you out and has some pretty nasty side effects. To name 1, I could say hypothermia. Or the 2 lacerations down my legs and the gunshot in my left shoulder. But apparently those happened whilst I was unconscious and they were from some idiot who helped to make the chemical. I only got out of the hospital wing today, but the mansion was still in the early stages of being rebuilt. So now I'm in the old bunker designed for doomsday, and the only one with space is the twin bunk for two agents, but I'm the only one in this one at the moment. Some of my old things were salvaged, so I have my hairbrush, my USB in a new laptop, my spare suit and the book Eggsy bought for me the day I turned 22. All of these were assumed to be mine because they were 'womanly'. Sure that book was given to me when I was in the hospital wing on the 1supst/sup of November, but it was a present, and I've been looking for this one for ages. em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"The darkest mind /emis one of the most amazing books ever. I'm putting this away now; my 'bunk-mate' is turning up./p
p class="MsoNormal"em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"Later/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"I'm sharing with Eggsy. Harry didn't want to share with either of us because of the age difference. He is a real old fashioned gentleman. span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanAlso Eggsy got a girlfriend who broke up with him./p
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p class="MsoNormal"11supth/sup November 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"All of the new recruits passed and are now proper Kingsman agents. We don't have Arthur anymore, so protocol says the agents who recruited them do the weird talk the rest of us got when we were accepted. Eggsy never got one, so I copied down what I was going to say: "Be a badass, but not a killing machine. Also just because there is a lot more women now, we are not renaming the Kingsman agency. We can be gentlemen and gentlewomen after all." Eggsy told me that was the quote from an old Spy film. "I got this from Harry." He didn't argue. It's going to be another 3 months before we can even sleep in the mansion. I have to sleep with Eggsy for 12 weeks. That sounds wrong on several levels. I miss my bed. I fell out of it once and Eggsy found me with my head on the bed and legs on the floor. That was awkward./p
p class="MsoNormal"1supst/sup December 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"Almost 3 weeks without writing in my diary again. But in my defence, I was training the new recruits in how to survive without internet; also no one had a spare pen. Things aren't that bad down here, we can still stream TV shows to our phones. Because my phone exploded, I can't watch anything. So now I have an agreement with Eggsy. I can use his phone to watch anything he doesn't like for 1 hour a day, as long as I don't complain when he watches Marvel films released before Iron man 2./p
p class="MsoNormal"6supth/sup December 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"We've hit a bit of a situation now. No one knows what to do for Christmas. My family thinks I am dead, Eggsy mum doesn't have a proper home at the moment, and almost all of the agents have family issues. As for Harry, I don't want to think about last Christmas. He drank way too much whisky in my opinion. I'm staying here for Christmas. At least we got an estimate on when we will be back in the mansion. They think we will be back in by the thirteenth of February. I have nothing to do. Most of the old agents got a bottle of whisky for each other and left it at that. I can't drink that because it makes me choke. Eggsy gave me full fat Pepsi instead because it has the same effect as whisky./p
p class="MsoNormal"15supth/sup December 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"I broke down a bit today. I just lied in my bed crying for at least a good hour. So much has happened in the past two years; I just never got the chance to stop for a while. The one good thing that happened today is that Eggsy got over his ex. It just passed two months until we have our own rooms again. So many buildings were lost, that it was agreed all agents would live in the mansion together from now on. We're all still getting our own bedrooms and bathrooms, but we have to share an office with one other person. With the exception of Harry, who gets his own office? No surprises who I'm sharing with. The 'new' agents still aren't sure what we are. We definitely aren't old agents, but we aren't new ones either. The new Percival called us the sophomores. I didn't realise she came from America. I need the sleep now./p
p class="MsoNormal"28supth/sup December 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"I'm going on a two person mission tomorrow. Intelligence says we have someone who is trading in drugs. Eggsy volunteered to join me because of what happened on my last mission. I accepted, because he knows about these kinds of things/p
p class="MsoNormal"1supst/sup January 2018/p
p class="MsoNormal"Happy New Year diary, we actually made it through 2017. There were a lot of downs in the past 12 months, and not a lot of ups at all. I think you could say the mission went well. It is not much longer until we have our own bedrooms again. I cannot wait. Mainly because I am pretty sure that Eggsy snores./p
p class="MsoNormal"13supth/sup January 2018/p
p class="MsoNormal"I went up into the new mansion today. The younger agent wanted to know who was sleeping next to whom. I'm opposite Eggsy. I don't believe how fast it was rebuilt. They only have to turn on the electricity and the building can be decorated. I also found out it wasn't Eggsy snoring. It was the water pipe. That was awkward./p
p class="MsoNormal"22supnd/sup January 2018/p
p class="MsoNormal"I hate this part of the year. All active agents have to spend 4 days in the woods. With no tents and only the bags we are given. For some reason, even though most of them are in their only twenties, the 'new' agents reacted by watching 'the hunger games.' Eggsy spent the last few hours watching style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanI tried to get some sleep, but failed as I normally do in the daytime. Classic Roxy. It can't really get any worse/p
p class="MsoNormal"New diary. If you are reading this, get out! The last diary I managed to keep for more than a month got blown up. My family think I was killed in a car crash. In reality, a missile attacked the mansion while I was inside, but luckily I escaped. Only just though. I'd be dead if it wasn't for those missile proof pods Merlin insisted on. But for the record, all but 2 (me and Eggsy) agents died when their houses blew up as well, and I was out cold in the hospital for two style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanMy old diary had a lot of things that I'll probably forget eventually, even though it was so disastrous. span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanI'll just write them down anyway. After the bitch (I want to call her something a lot worse, but if my diary was found it would be disturbing) Poppy Adams had Charlie (also a bastard)span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanhack our databases and blow us up, Merlin and Eggsy went to Kentucky in America and found their secret service called Statesman, and shut down the Golden Circle. Then they came back and found out I was alive. Even though the one agent that helped them turned out to absolutely suck, and tried to kill Eggsy on prejudice. span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanGood news is, found Harry and 2. Somehow we still had bases we can use. Bad news is, 1. Merlinspan style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spangot blown up by a landmine, means we have no one to teach new recruits, except logistics, only have 2 span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanfield agents counting me (Harry decided to never go back into the field) and 's only the non-agents left spare us. So right now I am trying to think of 3 new recruits to take the place of the 8 we lost. I know that Harry is choosing some of his old friends, and Eggsy is trying to get his council estate friends, but I don't know who to choose. I had barely any friends at school, and rules say my selection cannot be someone under the age of 19. I was going to choose my younger sisters, but they think that I am dead. I have to have my final choices here by 7PM tomorrow, and I am still not sure who I'll choose./p
p class="MsoNormal"21supst/sup October 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"Well, i did it. I found enough recruits. Turned out the 3 girls I knew from School all had younger siblings that were all acceptable. I hope Millicent makes it. That girl needs some sort of life. I won't go into details because is really disturbing, but she and her older sibling were starved growing up. Can't write much today, op glasses are pinging./p
p class="MsoNormal"22supnd/sup October 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"New mission. I'm being sent to the Scottish Highlands to take out some sort of illegal experiment with explosives. Don't know what is it yet, but this is classified as urgent because it involves a biochemical./p
p class="MsoNormal"23suprd/sup October 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"Can't breathe... can't breathe.../p
p class="MsoNormal"10supth/sup November 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"I know I've not written in my diary for 3 weeks, but I almost died again. When I wrote that I can't breathe, it was because there was a weird bottle leaking the biochemicals and it was already making me feel sick after only five minutes. Turns out it was a new weapon that knocks you out and has some pretty nasty side effects. To name 1, I could say hypothermia. Or the 2 lacerations down my legs and the gunshot in my left shoulder. But apparently those happened whilst I was unconscious and they were from some idiot who helped to make the chemical. I only got out of the hospital wing today, but the mansion was still in the early stages of being rebuilt. So now I'm in the old bunker designed for doomsday, and the only one with space is the twin bunk for two agents, but I'm the only one in this one at the moment. Some of my old things were salvaged, so I have my hairbrush, my USB in a new laptop, my spare suit and the book Eggsy bought for me the day I turned 22. All of these were assumed to be mine because they were 'womanly'. Sure that book was given to me when I was in the hospital wing on the 1supst/sup of November, but it was a present, and I've been looking for this one for ages. em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"The darkest mind /emis one of the most amazing books ever. I'm putting this away now; my 'bunk-mate' is turning up./p
p class="MsoNormal"em style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"Later/em/p
p class="MsoNormal"I'm sharing with Eggsy. Harry didn't want to share with either of us because of the age difference. He is a real old fashioned gentleman. span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanAlso Eggsy got a girlfriend who broke up with him./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"11supth/sup November 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"All of the new recruits passed and are now proper Kingsman agents. We don't have Arthur anymore, so protocol says the agents who recruited them do the weird talk the rest of us got when we were accepted. Eggsy never got one, so I copied down what I was going to say: "Be a badass, but not a killing machine. Also just because there is a lot more women now, we are not renaming the Kingsman agency. We can be gentlemen and gentlewomen after all." Eggsy told me that was the quote from an old Spy film. "I got this from Harry." He didn't argue. It's going to be another 3 months before we can even sleep in the mansion. I have to sleep with Eggsy for 12 weeks. That sounds wrong on several levels. I miss my bed. I fell out of it once and Eggsy found me with my head on the bed and legs on the floor. That was awkward./p
p class="MsoNormal"1supst/sup December 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"Almost 3 weeks without writing in my diary again. But in my defence, I was training the new recruits in how to survive without internet; also no one had a spare pen. Things aren't that bad down here, we can still stream TV shows to our phones. Because my phone exploded, I can't watch anything. So now I have an agreement with Eggsy. I can use his phone to watch anything he doesn't like for 1 hour a day, as long as I don't complain when he watches Marvel films released before Iron man 2./p
p class="MsoNormal"6supth/sup December 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"We've hit a bit of a situation now. No one knows what to do for Christmas. My family thinks I am dead, Eggsy mum doesn't have a proper home at the moment, and almost all of the agents have family issues. As for Harry, I don't want to think about last Christmas. He drank way too much whisky in my opinion. I'm staying here for Christmas. At least we got an estimate on when we will be back in the mansion. They think we will be back in by the thirteenth of February. I have nothing to do. Most of the old agents got a bottle of whisky for each other and left it at that. I can't drink that because it makes me choke. Eggsy gave me full fat Pepsi instead because it has the same effect as whisky./p
p class="MsoNormal"15supth/sup December 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"I broke down a bit today. I just lied in my bed crying for at least a good hour. So much has happened in the past two years; I just never got the chance to stop for a while. The one good thing that happened today is that Eggsy got over his ex. It just passed two months until we have our own rooms again. So many buildings were lost, that it was agreed all agents would live in the mansion together from now on. We're all still getting our own bedrooms and bathrooms, but we have to share an office with one other person. With the exception of Harry, who gets his own office? No surprises who I'm sharing with. The 'new' agents still aren't sure what we are. We definitely aren't old agents, but we aren't new ones either. The new Percival called us the sophomores. I didn't realise she came from America. I need the sleep now./p
p class="MsoNormal"28supth/sup December 2017/p
p class="MsoNormal"I'm going on a two person mission tomorrow. Intelligence says we have someone who is trading in drugs. Eggsy volunteered to join me because of what happened on my last mission. I accepted, because he knows about these kinds of things/p
p class="MsoNormal"1supst/sup January 2018/p
p class="MsoNormal"Happy New Year diary, we actually made it through 2017. There were a lot of downs in the past 12 months, and not a lot of ups at all. I think you could say the mission went well. It is not much longer until we have our own bedrooms again. I cannot wait. Mainly because I am pretty sure that Eggsy snores./p
p class="MsoNormal"13supth/sup January 2018/p
p class="MsoNormal"I went up into the new mansion today. The younger agent wanted to know who was sleeping next to whom. I'm opposite Eggsy. I don't believe how fast it was rebuilt. They only have to turn on the electricity and the building can be decorated. I also found out it wasn't Eggsy snoring. It was the water pipe. That was awkward./p
p class="MsoNormal"22supnd/sup January 2018/p
p class="MsoNormal"I hate this part of the year. All active agents have to spend 4 days in the woods. With no tents and only the bags we are given. For some reason, even though most of them are in their only twenties, the 'new' agents reacted by watching 'the hunger games.' Eggsy spent the last few hours watching style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanI tried to get some sleep, but failed as I normally do in the daytime. Classic Roxy. It can't really get any worse/p