Jessica Valiant/Quotes

List of **Notable Quotes** made by Jessica Valiant.

## *The Diaries of Agent Silent Death*

> My word, look at that handsome bloke. OSA Secret Agent Jack Valiant. Super spy for the British Empire. The Queen's greatest asset. Except for one other...Agent Silent Death. My name is Jessica Valiant. During the war I helped my husband perform his duties behind the scenes. Inseparable both on the job and off, until...1946. Jack bought me time to escape. If I'd had a choice, it would have been the other way around. Funny that. After the love of my life was taken away from me, the world submitted to the Nazis. And my faith in humanity crumbled. I fled to Brazil, choosing a life in anonymity. It was a simpler life. A steady flow of fine alcohol and charming strangers served as my education. Kept me afloat. Without purpose or direction. Then one day, I received a mysterious folder with the image of a Crimson Bulldog imprinted on it. Inside were the briefs of three assassination targets: torture expert Übercommander Hans Stiglitz, Hollywood Nazi collaborator Chuck Lorentz, and the infamous General Gerhardt Dunkel. What I read shock me to the core. The files provided evidence, implicating these men as responsible for the betrayal, torture and murder of my husband. These men had to die. And so I departed for California in the American Territories. First on the list was Übercommander Hans, the man who tortured Jack.
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> Agent Silent Death in the opening of Volume 1., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> I'd spent the past years in a delightful blur of drinking and debauchery...but killing Nazis was like riding a bike. A dozen slit throats later I found myself inside the Gestapo Office in Sacramento, California. From there, I had to find my way to Ubercommander Hans' office, at the top floor.
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> Agent Silent Death in the opening., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> Ubercommander Hans was my first hit in years. Felt like a stiff drink to take the edge off, but I had to stay focused.
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> Agent Silent Death., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> From drunken midnight beach walks in Sao Paulo, to skulking through Nazi tosser central. I wondered if I was up to par after all these years.
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> Valiant on her skills., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> Years of boozing had left a mark.
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> Jessica if she sounds the alarm., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> And so another Nazi bellend had been sent to hell. Good riddance, Ubercommander Hans. I could feel the tug of war inside, a craving to escape this dreadful reality. But I couldn't. Not until each and everyone of these Nazis were six feet under. Until my Jack was avenged. Next up, the man who betrayed Jack. Actor, filmmaker and Nazi collaborator Chuck Lorentz. Once an undercover agent for the OSA, now a stooge for the Reich. Like so many American traitors, that snake was generously rewarded for collaborating with the Nazis and had been promoted to Head Producer of American Propaganda. Lorentz was now a powerful man with powerful friends. Well, this powerful man was about to have a rendezvous with... Agent Silent Death.
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> Jessica on Charles Lorentz onto Volume 2., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> So this was Paragon Studios. Mouthpiece of Nazi America, doling out rubbish propaganda to the masses. Spotted the glass domed main offices draped in Nazi banners beyond the sound stages. That's were my would be.
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> Agent Silent Death in Hollywood., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> The Paragon Studios office looked exactly like the place a wanker like Lorentz would fester.
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> Agent Silent Death on Charles Lorentz., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> You have a drinking problem," a bartender in Sao Paulo once said. "Bloody Nazis are marching on your streets and you're telling me I have a problem?" The world had gone mental and I just needed a drink. Maybe drinking wasn't the best solution, but it sure soothed the pain. Look. What else was there? Anyway, I was a big girl and I decided when I could have a drink...Bloody hell, Jessica, stop obsessing about your drinking.
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> Valiant on her drinking problem., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> I'd planned on spending the end of my days in Brazil. I was at the point where it seemed my years of strife were finally over. Jack was fading away into the distant past, obscured by the spirit mediating my soul. I should have realized that's not how life works. And now it came to this: General Dunkel, the man who killed my Jack. The coward had long ago decided to hide away on the moon. General Dunkel would be my last hit. Then I could go back to my old life. And never return. Jack always said he was "over the moon" whenever something good happened. Well, my love. How I wish you were here.
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> Jessica Valiant on her last target., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> Moon base Gamma was the loathsome General Dunkel's domain. A military research complex. It was just a matter of time before someone discovered the bodies in the transport, so I had to move fast. Herr Schmidt won't be making it to the meeting, boys.
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> Jessica Valiant in Volume 3 on the Moon., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> It was time for some more extreme measures.
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> Agent Silent Death on going to the oxygen room., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> One time, I was so pissed, I thought there was a family of mice living behind my eye patch. I named them Fionulla, Prentis and Ridgewell.
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> Jessica remembering a drink-induced hallucination., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> Maybe he was right. Maybe I was finally in over my head. Maybe Jack wouldn't be avenged. Well...At least I'd die trying.
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> Agent Silent Death remarking Dunkel's words on avenging her husband., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death

> As I stood over Jack's bane, a sense of emptiness overcame me. The deed was done, and yet the hole in my heart would not fully heal. I watched a million stars sparking in the void. Earth looked so serene from up above. How charming a conman was distance? And so I returned to my old life in Brazil, determining to end my days in oblivion. It wasn't a bad way to go all things considered. But something had changed. That empty feeling remained and no liquor could fill its void. Then one day, another letter same signed by the enigmatic "Crimson Bulldog". The The American Revolution was in full force. And the resistance needed me. I understood in that moment what the emptiness meant. This wasn't just about avenging Jack. No, this was bigger than me. So I traveled back to America. To fight the Nazis once again. Maybe I was heading towards certain death, but Agent Silent Death would not go quietly into the night.
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> Agent Silent Death at the end of Volume 3., The Diaries of Agent Silent Death