Marvel's Princess - Chapter 51
“My name is Erik Trevillian, and I’m an agent for MI6 in Britain, having inherited the codename from my predecessor—I am now 006!”
“March 1986. The intelligence director and I knew, but he thought I didn’t, and I pretended not to know. I’m not British; I’m Cossack, betrayed by Stalin and the British government together.
From a young age, I was trained by British intelligence, loyal to the Empire on which the sun never sets, loyal to Her Majesty the Queen, and filled with thoughts of overthrowing Eastern tyrannies. But upon discovering my true identity, I was lost.”
006’s diary during this period was hasty, some pages even wrinkled, the handwriting slightly blurred—not from tears, but because he had drunk too much.
“June 1986. The operation failed, and my fellow British agent, 007, left me as cannon fodder. For the glory of the British Empire, for Her Majesty the Queen? What grand slogans, what thrilling moments? 007, once a close associate, abandoned me in the name of prioritising the mission.
I want revenge, to retaliate against the once unsetting sun Empire and the British Queen!”
With clear goals, 006’s fighting spirit returned; he planned to use his skills to show the respected Queen a grand fireworks display.
“October 1995, I planned to steal the military satellite GoldenEye, but the plan was thwarted by 007, and I had to fake my death and flee Russia.”
“August 1999. I reorganised my intelligence network with astonishing results. Russia was increasingly chaotic, and we gained many weapons and talents.”
“January 2000. I secretly organised a team and made meticulous plans, ultimately stealing the latest Jericho missile from Stark Industries. The missile was disassembled and shipped out of the U.S. in batches. Your Majesty, the grand fireworks I’ve prepared for you, I hope you like it!”
“February 2000, the most crucial circuit board in the missile control system was delayed, and I had to return to the U.S. to track down the clues.”
“March 5, 2000, I was furious! Four clumsy thieves completely ruined my meticulous plan! It’s all over! The plan is utterly exposed. I must hide!”
“The afternoon of March 5, 2000, an aeroplane crash attracted countless agents! They were all chasing me, damn it! I can’t let them trace my whereabouts, and the pie tasted off today. I’m so unlucky!”
“March 6, 2000, in Phoenix, the police and mobsters are going crazy, including FBI, CIA, and agents from allied and enemy countries. With 1.5 million residents, 20,000 agents have infiltrated. That’s one agent per hundred people! I’m going insane! Eating fast food every day is just unbearable. Why do these Americans like this stuff?”
“March 9, 2000, the general public is unaware, but I can tell security in Phoenix is tight. I have a high chance of exposure if I leave my current residence. Alas, I must continue hiding. To avoid suspicion, I’ll work at a fast-food restaurant for a few days to gauge the situation.”
“April 5, 2000, my wage was docked by two-thirds by the greedy boss! According to my old temper, I should have shot him! But now I must bear it! Endure! Endure! Endure!”
“April 12, 2000, I can’t take it anymore! That greedy boss dared to touch my butt!”
“April 15, 2000, I started working as a delivery man, and a group of young guys laughed at me. Haven’t they seen a forty-year-old delivery man?”
“May 29, 2000, being a delivery man is too tiring! Pedalling the bike made my knees hurt, and these Southerners don’t follow traffic rules. I was almost killed by a silver pickup truck, so I quit! No more. I went to a bar and became a bartender.”
“June 2, 2000. The security in the city seems relaxed, but I should still be cautious. What if it’s a trap?”
“June 3, 2000. As I expected, the city’s agents suddenly mobilised. I hid in the shadows and saw Victoria Hand, a high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, appear in Phoenix. Unbelievable, could she be here to capture me? I must continue hiding.”
“June 20, 2000. The uproarious pension incident in the city seemed like a good opportunity. I joined the marching crowd for a few rounds in the city, and security relaxed quite a bit. I can observe for a couple more days before leaving. I must add the boxed meals.
provided by the marching crowd were terrible!”
“June 24, 2000. I changed to a new job and now work as a cashier in a convenience store. I need some untraceable cash, and if all goes well, I can leave this cursed Phoenix tonight, hahaha! —”
The diary abruptly ends there.
When he resumed writing, it was on a brand new page.
“June 26, 2000. I was injured severely shot in the shoulder, chest, and abdomen. I don’t remember anything that happened these last two days, as if my memory was mysteriously scooped out, and I have slight headaches.”
“June 27, 2000. I unexpectedly found traces of use in one of my safe houses, I went to ask a few friends, and they said I had taken some things from there with a woman, damn! I can’t remember at all!”
“June 29, 2000. I left Phoenix, but I am still not fully healed. I need to find a place to recuperate, but the amnesia still makes me anxious. I must find out what exactly I did during those two days of lost memory!”
“June 29, 2000, evening. A broker contacted me, saying I had bought some information from him about a former ISA female agent, Samene Shaw. Damn! If I remember correctly, this female agent should be dead! Killed by the government! Why did I buy this information???”
“June 30, 2000. I arrived in West Virginia, where I have been using an identity for a long time, along with my wife and an adopted daughter. Honestly, I love them. If it weren’t for my past as an agent, living peacefully together as a family of three would be wonderful! I need to heal, find my lost memories, and provide a happy life for Ruth and Sharon!”
“July 1, 2000. Sharon is a lovely daughter but seems a bit afraid of me. Is it because I haven’t come home for too long? But this sleepwalking symptom isn’t normal, and we’ll see a doctor tomorrow.”
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