And then something happened [closed to K for now]

[charmed_bastard]

Corporal-or-something-like-it Pryce Halliwell was having what amounted to a normal day on scenic tour-destination Zion 8. Her superiors ignored her except to hand over duty rosters and grunt orders. Smalltalk was simply non-existent. And apart for the occasional bright spot of seeing Wheatfields, or Laura, or one of the local friendly androids,

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[most_feared]

Well, seemed like this place had ideas for him. Okay, he'd bite. Until he could have a word or two with whoever was in charge.

He strolled into the security office, giving the equipment a glance but not worrying about it too much. It was close enough to MiB headquarters. "I take it there aren't going to be a lot of incident reports over here?"

[charmed_bastard]

Pryce saluted, for all the good she expected it to do. "We don't even have much petty theft, sir. It's fairly uneventful." Blatant code for 'boring.'

[most_feared]

He raised an eyebrow at her 'sir', but kept his own posture less regimental. "At ease. Feel a little like a damned redneck sheriff in the boondocks of space. Alright. These replicators better make good strong coffee..." He walked over to one of the wall stations, flipping through some sort of menu screen.

[charmed_bastard]

Wait. Wait. The man was actually talking to her? Pryce blinked.

"They have an espresso, if you're into that. It's not bad. Less noisy than the earth version."