#coulsonagentofnothing

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[ PIGEONHOLE ]; C[ CASEFILE ]; Notes

[ it’s coded, of course, written in holmes’ damn scrawl and reversed latin. ]

‘ i do not enjoy government agents. i never have been able to maintain a perfect mask of impassiveness in their presence ( which is a pressing issue that must be resolved immediately ). it is either rage or disgust that breaks through the my defenses.

   actually, i detest the government entirely. i concede that they are needed for a great deal of order, but corruption never fails to make my blood boil at the injustice of it all.

    mycroft had arranged my meeting with one Agent Coulson, of peculiar repute. if he has a name, i do not know it ( or perhaps i do and i simply do not care ).

MARGIN: first most dangerous human in america

    i can determine very little from him. he is a man in his mid-life. a hardy individual who has sustained a great injury in the past ( centered in the thoracic cavity - by all means, it should have been lethal and yet here we are ) but has recovered physically.

    he fences, which is surprising.

MARGIN: fences rather well. worthy of a match at some point in time.

     he is also proficient in what i believe to be jujitsu, karate and kung-fu. an actual master, not fake. trained, yes. not self-taught.

     he is a forgettable man, which makes him alarming and dangerous. he is able to withstand a great deal of pain without succumbing and he is of a relatively respectable intelligence. his friendly disposition, for the most part, seems to be genuine. i find it difficult to feel at east with him, however. i do not think he is the type to disrespect.

MARGIN: i believe — he’s dead. legally.

Blame this person for that. Or, y'know, thank her depending on how you feel about it all. Whatever floats your boat.

//*sobs eternally*

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