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Two Men in Black are seated at the bar. A pair of MiB scanners rest on the bar between them, their holographic displays in full effect, hovering in mid-air.
"B uploaded this last night," Zed rumbles. "I don’t know what the fuck the Colonel is thinking."
To no one’s surprise, Zed looks grumpy. This briefing was supposed to be happening in his office in the new MiB Headquarters, but as usual, the Landlord had other ideas. So instead they're having it in the middle of--well, a goddamn barn, apparently, because the whole place is full of animals, no doubt for some fucked up reason Zed has no intention of asking about.
K, meanwhile, is just enjoying a bourbon while he listens. At least, he enjoys it until:
"...And if the King wants to roll that way, then he can kiss my blue suede ass. Anyway, that’s not the reason we need to talk. This is." Zed waves his hand over his scanner in a particular way and instantly a very different hologram appears in the air above K’s scanner. K immediately sits up a little more in his seat (though anyone would have sworn he was ram-rod straight in it before), and looks at his display very carefully. And then glares at it.
"That’s Oil."
Zed nods. "That it is, old friend."
"Where? These aren't Terran spectra."
"No, thank god. The techs picked up that transmission last week from the Regula Cluster. I sent out a recon team to check on it. Turns out the Oil's infiltrated a Rimiran colony and are using their stellar array to monitor Earth transmissions in real-time via a sub-ether distortion field. And it gets better: the team also sighted at least three of those hooded figures, like the one Steph Brown ran into."
"Keeping an eye on us."
"You can't be any more surprised by that than I was."
K glares at the hologram again. Then takes a long, slow drink.
"B uploaded this last night," Zed rumbles. "I don’t know what the fuck the Colonel is thinking."
To no one’s surprise, Zed looks grumpy. This briefing was supposed to be happening in his office in the new MiB Headquarters, but as usual, the Landlord had other ideas. So instead they're having it in the middle of--well, a goddamn barn, apparently, because the whole place is full of animals, no doubt for some fucked up reason Zed has no intention of asking about.
K, meanwhile, is just enjoying a bourbon while he listens. At least, he enjoys it until:
"...And if the King wants to roll that way, then he can kiss my blue suede ass. Anyway, that’s not the reason we need to talk. This is." Zed waves his hand over his scanner in a particular way and instantly a very different hologram appears in the air above K’s scanner. K immediately sits up a little more in his seat (though anyone would have sworn he was ram-rod straight in it before), and looks at his display very carefully. And then glares at it.
"That’s Oil."
Zed nods. "That it is, old friend."
"Where? These aren't Terran spectra."
"No, thank god. The techs picked up that transmission last week from the Regula Cluster. I sent out a recon team to check on it. Turns out the Oil's infiltrated a Rimiran colony and are using their stellar array to monitor Earth transmissions in real-time via a sub-ether distortion field. And it gets better: the team also sighted at least three of those hooded figures, like the one Steph Brown ran into."
"Keeping an eye on us."
"You can't be any more surprised by that than I was."
K glares at the hologram again. Then takes a long, slow drink.