(Untitled)

[bring_a_sponge]

 
Picture this:

The Man in Charge. Master of All He Surveys. The Chief. The Boss. The Big Man.

Agent Zed.

In his office at the heart of MiB HQ.

A good day. Quiet. Productive. The kind of day a man expects he'll be able to look back on with tremendous satisfaction.

Well, half a day, anyway....

Comments

"Specially sanctioned by MiB Special Services....."

[bring_a_sponge]

There's a new row of lockers down in that special room in MIB Headquarters. They seem exactly like all the others, save the small panels on the front of each door which bear a very unusual set of letters: α, β, and γ.

Waiting.

Waiting for the crack future.

[gammagammahey]

"It's a war of wits mission, Goldy. A different kind of ass kicking, but still ass kicking, and unless I'm guessing wrong, a lot of running around and saving the universe at the last possible second. It sounds perfect. Where do you want us, chief? Annelids or Krylians?"

Jen, for posterity, relishes this kind of thing, if nothing else because she can practice her sense of impeccable timing.

[bring_a_sponge]

"You two take the Annelids. They might actually pay attention to you two. Besides, Neeble and his bunch have the hots for Agent β here, so take advantage of it. Make it funny, and the worms might even thank you for screwing 'em over."

"Meanwhile, K and Nita, you two get to deal with the Krylians. Find out what got the Ambassador's shorts in a bunch and try to keep the rest of his staff calmed down until we can get the Annelids to back off."

[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy still looks a bit sulky. However, if Jen thinks the mission won't suck, it probably won't. And the fact that the Fable is more than familiar with the ways of the Annelids also endears her to it. They can be a lot of fun.

She sighs in resignation.

"Alright. You convinced me. I'm in."

[gammagammahey]

The Men in Black are a five star intelligence, recon, and covert/overt action agency. Jen knows this. Therefore, she knows that briefings do not take place in locker rooms. Logic dictates that briefings take place in gleaming white rooms with massive vid screens, holographic display modules, extensive stellar cartography charts, and real time streaming of sitreps from at least a dozen different agents already working on their problem. This is usually preceded by an elevator ride - or what passes for an elevator, in the MiB organization, as Jen well remembers their chic Courreges elevator tubes - with barked orders, admonishments, cautionary notes, recriminations, and other iterations of chiefly concern.

"Lead on to the briefing, chief. Agents Beta and Gamma are ready."

[nita_callahan]

Nita shoots a wry half-smile at K when Zed springs the assignment on him, then listens intently to the rest of Zed's speech.

"Can do," she agrees. "I wouldn't mind more information, either. And I'd like to know how much wizardry I'm authorized to use as far as you're concerned, sir -- I mean, I'm Oathbound, but if you have further restrictions . . ."