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[k_in_black]

The Front Door opens and, for just a moment, the sounds of a massive construction site came into the bar, along with a certain Man in Black who hasn't been around in quite a while

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[maxwellsdemon02]

There are two Men In Black over there. Duo definitely recognizes Zed, but the other guy looks kinda familiar, too.

Maybe through a mech's view screen and covered in slime...yeah. He was there.

Duo grins, and heads over to the bar. "Evenin'."

[bring_a_sponge]

"Maxwell! Get over here and let me buy you a drink. K, this is Duo Maxwell, the Gundam pilot who blasted the living shit out of the Oil with that mech."

K puts out a hand, "Duo. Pleased to meet you. That was a hell of a job you did."

[maxwellsdemon02]

Duo shakes the offered hand, always pleased at praise for his piloting skills. "I do what comes naturally. Err, how's the reconstruction going?"

He does feel a little guilty about that. But hey, the giant cockroach so had it coming.

[bring_a_sponge]

"Slow but steady," Zed replies. "We're tearing the whole place down and starting over. Giving the place a full upgrade, first one it's had since '61. Long overdue anyway."

"...So next time you want to borrow the mech, keep your finger off that damn launch button," Zed growls. But it's one of those good-natured growls. Sort of.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"I didn't want to step on the bug," Duo says, smirking. "It might have gummed up my jump jets, and then where would you have been?"

Swallowed by a gigantic worm, that's where he'd be.

[k_in_black]

"Getting to know Marvin in a whole new way," K agrees.

Zed gives K a Look, then back to Duo. "So how'd the Stiletto hold up? It's no Gundam, but it'll do?"

[maxwellsdemon02]

"It ain't a Gundam." Duo shakes his head.

"But it's not too bad, either. It'll do for what? Because that thing sure isn't space worthy, but it does do nice for ground work."

[bring_a_sponge]

"Well, Maxwell, here's the thing. We still have no idea who was behind the Oil. At first we thought it had enough innate intelligence to be responsible for its own actions. But based on what we saw during that mission, I'm not so sure anymore."

[maxwellsdemon02]

He looks at one MIB, then the other. "You think it's got a big boss Oil somewhere, or something else entirely was calling the shots?"

Either way, majorly creepy.

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed shrugs. "Really can't say. We've never had evidence of a higher-grade Oil, but we can't rule out the possibility. Or it could be another alien entity altogether. We just don't have the intel."

"B's been sifting through the surveillance data that survived the fight, but we haven't seen anything yet. Except for that tentacled alien that attacked Team Omega, and we definitely haven't been able to find a match for that in our existing databases. Which suggests it may have come from another dimension, and that might mean whoever is behind this did too."

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Creepy," he asserts. "I'm not much for investigative work in other dimensions. I know my home, so I'm good with it there. But if you need something to explode hard and fast, I'm your guy."

That's an offer of assistance, for those not fluent in Duo Maxwellese.

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed nods, "Stick with me, Maxwell, and I'll make sure you don't get bored."

Zed might not be fluent yet, but he's getting there fast.

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Get me a portable sized thermal scythe, and I can show you how I have a real good time."

Ever since he saw human sized energy weapons, Duo has been dreaming about one of those.

[bring_a_sponge]

"A thermal scythe, huh? Well, let me see what I can do," Zed replies thoughtfully.

Maybe Stantz will have some ideas....