Men In Black: New Crisis-IC

[The Rebel Alliances]

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Agent L
I adjusted the cuffs on my new suit. The first time wearing the last suit I will ever wear. As they like to call it. I still dont understand exactly how I got this job, but I do know that I am lucky to have it. I mean, my old life was nothing special, pretty bland and quickly spiraling down the tubes. Now I am a member of an elite organization that monitors, tracks and polices alien activity on Earth. Plus, it has it's interesting days. A few days ago, just prior to finishing my initial testing and training I spent the night with a Lavovian who was pretending to be my instructor. That night got...weird. There are aliens who work with MIB, but none of them are agents and normally just hang around 'The Office'. I was looking around the white almost empty room, filled with seats and desks too small for most of the agents here, as we each sat uncomfortably in one. There are only about 12 field agents commissioned in the first class of this new branch set up in Los Angeles. But, only a few caught my eye. an older man, perhaps in his late 30s with a tanned face and slick black hair sat two desks in front of me. Another one, a few years younger than me who was bald with green eyes sat to my immediate left. And then there was another man, who sat two seats to my right, who was pretty short with tanned skin and brown hair. Why were were they noteworthy? They just kinda stick out. Even with their standard funeral home styled suits.

I nervously tapped my pen on my desk as I awaited for the instructor to pair us up. From what I know, this orientation is to assign us our partners, vehicles and first assignments. The instructor was a large black man with a mustache and bald head. Wearing his standard Rayban glasses, even inside the building illuminated by sterile light he in a gruff and deep voice called out the agents, each by our letter designation and assigned us a partner.

"Agent L will be with Agent Q and has been issued a 1964 Ford Galaxy 500. He then looked up, you may collect that in the garage once you have you first assignment." He then went down a few other agents whom I did not recognize until he announced the other two agents I noticed who were sitting next to or near me.

"Agents T and R will be partners and will use the 2003 E-500 Mercedes. Dont scratch it, it's new." I chuckled internally at what I thought was a joke. Seeing as we are in 2015, and the 03 is the newest model we have? Dont we have unlimited funds from the Galaxy or something? I then straightened myself out as he informed each team of their initial assignments.

"Agents Q and L, you have a domestic violence case with a pair of Zshwi. This is a chance to put some non violent, dimplomacy skills to use L." The large man stated as a stale joke. He then gave out the next assignment.

"Agents T and R, we have reports of an illegal alien gambling ring being sponsored by a local Adorian. Check that out and shut the operation down if they dont have permits." With that, everyone began to shuffle around and start getting introduced to their new partners.

I promptly made my way to the coffee table first, and grabbed a small cup of coffee, still wondering why everything is so small in MIB headquarters. Stirring some creamer and sugar in, I took a sip of the creamy beverage before making my way to Agent Q.

Finally approaching him, I extended a hand and took another sip, after swallowing I introduced myself.

"Agent L, guess we will be working together. We should make our way down to the garage, do you want to drive?" I asked, hoping he would say yes, I was a little occupied with my miniature coffee, which I also dont mind riding shotgun.

[The Romulan Republic]

Agent Q, once known as Lt. and Doctor James Samuel Robertson, rose late in the day (early by the clock he now followed, he realized, though humans- normal humans, that is- would have considered it the middle of the night). With effort, he went to his closet and took out a perfectly ironed black and white suit and put it on, then carefully slipped the sleek silver pistol that almost resembled a toy into a pocket.

He stood regarding his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

This is my life now, he thought. No name. No friends or family. And just one purpose- to protect this world and everything in it. And maybe, just maybe, find something new to make it all worthwhile.

He checked his watch. He was due at the Office in 42 minutes. Just time enough to grab a bagel and a beer on the way. He looked at his reflection again, then gave himself a wry salute.

“You’re in the deep end of the pool now, mate.”

40 minutes later he strode through the doors of the Office, looking every inch a model agent (or so he hoped). It was time to see what this job had in store for him next.

Before long, he had his orders. It was time to head out.

[Phalnia]

Agent R

He stood in the bathroom of his small apartment. The reflection was him, he knew it was. The only problem was he wasn't him. He had once been Pvt. Roger Sterle, but an odd meeting had changed that. For the past several weeks his identity had been systematically removed. His fingerprints had been burned off, his birth certificate, school records, and social security card had been deleted, and he was pretty sure they had melted down his eighth grade baseball trophy.

In fact there were no personal items in his apartment. No pictures, no letters, nothing that would give a hint as to who lived there. The only thing of interest was the black suit that hung in the closet. And it only stood out as being the most average and normal suit ever sewn.

R turned and walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the bedroom. He passed a window and saw that is was dark outside. The face on his watch told him it was nearly time to get to his new assignment. He slipped into the black suit with its matching tie fitting snugly around his neck.

Fifteen minutes later R walked through the front door of a seemingly abandoned building. Beneath its weathered appearance the building housed one of the most highly advanced operations on Earth. After a short elevator ride, R was sitting in an uncomfortably small desk. He took out a notepad jotted down important notes as the instructor handed out partners, cars, and assignments.

Agent T, huh? R looked around the room and picked out who he assumed was T. He was slightly smaller than R and had brown hair. When the large man finished handing out orders R rose to his feet, glad to be out of the tiny chair. He approached the man he had guessed was agent T.

"Agent T?" He asked.

[The Romulan Republic]

Q turned to the man who had identified himself as Agent L and shook his hand.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Q, but I figure you already know that.

Anyway, I can drive. Your car or mine?"

[Claven]

The sound of the alarm could've woken up everyone in the apartment, if anyone else had lived there. Agent T. groaned and sat up. During his last job, he had to share a room with two very loud guys. He still wasn't used to the alarm, or waking up around the time that he previously would have gone to sleep.

The apartment that he was staying in had been pretty bland, but T. had added in carpets, posters, and other stuff. There were books lying on the floor, remains of last night's research session.

Agent T. was pumped up and excited to start his new job. He took a hot shower before putting on his new, plain, black and white suit. Then, he carefully tucked in his new weapon, the noisy cricket. The first time he had tested it, he was thrown back across the room and left a permanent mark on his bookshelf.

T. practically ran to work, impatient to actually see the aliens up close. When he actually got inside the building, he started to chat up the first alien he saw, a big, colourful glob with antennas who told him that he was a Zshwi.

Before T. got around to asking any interesting questions, he was called into a plain looking room with arranged desks and seats. While the instructor droned on about whatever, T. looked around the room, bored of other humans and couldn't wait to see more aliens. Finally, he heard the instructor say that he was partnered with Agent R..

After the instructor had finished giving out orders, T. headed over to the coffee table to see if they had any cookies. Before he got there, he heard someone behind him callout his name, well his new name. He turned around to see a slightly taller, young, bald man with sharp, green eyes.

"Yeah, you must be Agent R.." he started "Nice to meet you. Looks like we got the Mercedes. I'm driving.".

[Asterdan]

Agent H awoke slowly, wiping the matter from his eyes. He looked at his clock and smirked, just another day in the life of an agent, exactly what his life had been for the past nine years. H hadn't existed within the system since he killed those fiery extraterrestrials, and he never would again. His fingerprints, records, every document referring to the man named Hunter Levesque had been destroyed, completely erased from every data-bank on Earth.

He got up slowly, showered quickly, and swiftly got ready for work. This had become routine for him, he thought as he slipped his weapon into its hidden holster. He got into his car and drove towards an abandoned building, finding a parking spot in the nearby parking garage. H made his way swiftly across the street and into the building, entering the headquarters of the MiB, the Men in Black. H figured he would be sent on a mission involving the Yoljul, as they were his specialty, but decided to wait to see if maybe, just maybe, he was given patrol duty for a change.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

“So, what do we have here…” S muttered to himself upon arriving in his workshop. Right in the middle, surrounded by all kinds of equipment and machinery, alien drills and godless devices we could only guess the purpose of, stood a large metal case of sorts. It didn’t look alien alright, there was something other about it. Protruding probes and buzzing peepers, thingamajigs and thingamabobs, it was absolutely not from here. This was what intrigued S the most about his job. His job, by the way, was pulling this kind of devices inside out, to find out what made them tick. In the last fifteen years on the job, he had already made some astounding advancements in the field of technology. Surgical robots recovered from a medical vessel, the Information Cloud recovered from a Hive Mind (just after agent Q nailed it with a Demoleculiser XL 12), and the idea for Flappy Bird from… You don’t want to know. Classified, anyway. Just as S approached the craft, a female voice sounded from seemingly everywhere, yet, there was no-one in the room. The voice sounded Scottish, and was somewhat computer-generated.

“Good morning, Agent S. Regarding your question, the object before you is unidentified as of yet. Analysis is required.”

S chuckled. “You know, the day you tell me more than I already now, I’m going to give you a nice chrome plating for your motherboard.” His accent was as Scottish as that of the computer, if not more so. Any American listening in would’ve had a hard time deciphering what they were saying.

A moment of silence followed, more like silence before the storm than a general peace. Then, the female voice continued.

“The decimals of pi are 3.1415926…”

S quickly cut off his AI assistant.

“Not too hasty, C.L.A.I.R.E.! You’ll have to do something really special. Anyway, I’m going to need a Yakshe screwdriver, if you please. Number 7A8B, if I am not mistaken”

A robotic arm swished around the workshop, and within a few seconds, brought an unfamiliar device to S, who gladly accepted it. I will not go into details about the device, and I’ll suffice with saying that wielding it could be seen as indecent behavior had it been performed in public. S got to work on the screw holding one of the latches on, an act that was illegal in at least 70 states around the world. One of them being Belgium. One by one, the screw came loose, and bit by bit, the latch gave more way, until S finally removed the final screw, after which the latch made a hissing sound. S stepped back for a moment, but his sensors didn’t measure an increase in toxic materials. With both hands, he grabbed hold of the latch, and in a swift pull, without much resistance, he pulled it off. Immediately he looked down into the dark belly of the craft, a darkness that was not lit by any of the bright lights of his workshop. The only source of visible light he could see were three red dots, moving from left to right and back, making a sickening crawling sound as it did. From the craft, a sinister, dark voice resonated, almost evil in tone.

“Human rodent. I am Katoncalos, King of the Acholians, Conqueror of Planets, Devourer of Words! Release me from my ancient prison to which I was condemned, and I shall spare your miserable life! Live for a few more years, mere mortal! Disobey, and a thousand years of malice shall befall… Hey! Stop that!”

Before Katoncalos could finish his oration, S had already put back the latch where it belonged, as he began screwing back the screws as tight as he could.

“It’s too early on a Monday to deal with an alien overlord already. He’ll have to wait to Wednesday, at least!” S muttered to himself, straining his hands to put back the last screws on the craft.

“C.L.A.I.R.E.! Move this one to the Vault, and put it in safe stasis. Tell L we have a situation 673957, he might want to send this one to New York. Tell him I’ll come up soon.”

C.L.A.I.R.E. made an agreeing bleep, and the sound of typing was faintly audible. S put away his screwdriver, put off his gloves, and began moving towards the elevator. It was a good day to start the week with, that much he knew for sure…

[Phalnia]

Agent R

R looked at his new partner. He was slightly smaller than R and had more hair. He seemed like an average person. But, how could he know from a few sentences. It would take time for R to flesh out his opinion on T. Fortunately their new mission would hopefully be just the ticket.

"Same here." R responded. "And I'm more than fine riding shotgun." He looked around the room, the other agents seemed to be meeting up as well. The smell of cheap coffee caught R's attention. He decided even bad caffeine was caffeine. Picking up a cup and taking a sip R readied himself for what could turn into quite an adventure.

"Well T, ready to go?" R took a step towards the door.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Agent L
I took another sip as Q introduced himself. Then motioned with my hand and lead the way to the garage. "Neither, we have a new car issued and according to the instructor we will be driving the 1964 Ford Galaxie 500. Weird, we have all of this technology and we are driving in a car my father owned." I mused, before reducing my cup of Joe to less than half a cup. I began to swish it around in the cup. Pacing through the halls, we were almost to the garage when I received a notice from R & D. The lead agent in that level was S, and when notified I sighed a bit after just placing my glasses on my face and pressing them up. "We are on our way, hold your haggis." I jested at the slight fact that I was pretty sure Agent S was Scottish. I motioned over to Q and nodded in another direction leading to a long stairway next to an elevator. "Lets take the stairs, the elevator was occupied by a group of Kylopians earlier and...you dont want to see the mess they made for the clean up crew." I warned. As I began to trot down the stair way in a happy go lucky manner. Completely thrilled just to be here and involved in this line of work. But not forgetting our assignment. Which seemed to involve settling down an alien domestic violence dispute.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized we are essentially just cops for a different type of crowd. 99% of our job does not involve a Deatomizer and we only use the Nueralizer about half the time. I then mentioned this train of thought to Q. "We are really just an organization to make sure that alien refugees can get along on Earth without exposing themselves to humanity or proving to be a threat to anyone. I mean, my first live training assignment was informing a alien beauty stylist that she had to give humans 'human hair styles' so that no one gets suspicious. And even in all of this secrecy. Aliens impact our society a lot more than you would think. The new Hybrids, alien. XBox One? Alien. Dubstep? You know that noise is alien. The Movie Alien, well thats all human but thats beside the point." We were then entering Agent S's lab.

Finally entering the lab, I saw some ship that was obviously not human. Which most of this stuff in this base isn't. I gave a satisfied sigh as I finished my coffee before questioning S on why he wanted us down here.

"So S, what's the fire? " Asked in a light tone. As I wanted to see what he had to show us. I had learned one thing here in my brief employment. If S thinks something is interesting, it usually is. I then threw the tiny cup away and motioned to my partner.

"S, this is my partner Q." I introduced the two, trying to remain professional instead of like a child in the candy section of a Cracker Barrel. "We should make this fast though S, we need to collect our car in the garage and then negotiate a resolution to a fuss between two talking blobs." I said, with my signature nickname for the Zshwi. They freak me out. I find non hmanoids uncomfortable at best. Creepy at worst.

I then removed my glasses for a few minutes, as I closed in on the ship. Redirecting the conversation as I steered it off course.

"Is this what we are supposed to be seeing?" I asked, blinking a couple times as I took in the sight of the odd ship.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

“Nice to meet you, lad! Make sure L can see you at all times. Autopsies are not my favorite part of this job, I hope you understand” S said, half-jokingly, but in a slightly serious tone. There was some truth in the statement. Turning towards the craft, he made and ever-so-slight wink towards L. S liked L a lot. There was something about his air he liked. Detached, not too inquisitive, he let S do his job, and interacted mostly in a professional manner. This made interaction quite easy, as S recognised a few of his own traits in L. A gleeful smile came over his face when L asked about the craft, information of which he was happy to disclose. He loved it.

“Well, L, it’s an interesting piece. It looks like some kind of prisoner ship, or escape pod. Maybe both. Normally nothing interesting, escape pods are nothing rare, but this one’s not empty. I sent an analysis to New York, I hope they can give me some information about a fugitive”

S flipped a switch, and a screen next to him lit up brightly. On it were a few scans, a few pictures, and even more question marks than S felt comfortable with.

“He calls himself Katoncalos. I’ve nicknamed him K, for short, I think it’s kind of cute. Anyway he uses a lot of big words, and he doesn’t seem to happy. With your permission, I would like to keep him here for a while, ask him a few questions. The model of his craft is alien… I mean, strange to me, and I haven’t seen it before. I’ll check the database”

After that string of words, spoken rapidly and in quick fire, S turned towards Q one more time. He smiled, and put out his hand, ready for a shake.

“Don’t worry, all those words will make sense someday, even spoken in my haggard English. Just try and pick it up as you go along. You could read the manual too, if you have nothing better to do. What’s your first job, sli... Lad?”

[Claven]

Agent T.

T. observed his new partner. Appearances didn't give much away. Being tall and bald, that doesn't point to anything really. He watched his partner take a sip of the coffee. T. thought in his mind, 'So, he likes coffee. Interesting,'. It seemed as if everyone was having coffee. Not wanting t stand out, T. took a cup but didn't drink any of it.

A quick glance at the order brought him up to speed with the mission. The Aldorian in the picture seemed menacing, though T. would rather get to know the alien. R. was saying something but T. didn't actually hear what his partner had just said. It just seemed that R. was ready to go.

"Let's head on out then," and T. lead the way out. "Ever met an Aldorian before? I've only ever read about them. I wonder what they like to eat. What do you think? Oh look, that's the car. She must be new,". T. got into the car and started the engine. "Buckle up, I drive fast,".

[The Romulan Republic]

Q followed Agent L through the Office and waited politely while he introduced an Agent S, then extended his hand for S to shake. He couldn't help getting more tense, however, with each moment of delay. He wanted to be out in the field, to see what this job had in store for him, good or bad.

He raised an eyebrow at the description of the Zshwi as "talking blobs", both for the image it gave him of what he was about to deal with and because he wondered weather the Zshwi would take offence to such a term. Did aliens care about political correctness? He knew he'd rather not offend a refugee on his first day of work, even if the creature in question looked like a bowl of jello or something.

His gaze fell on the ship in front of him.

"That's... new", he said. "What exactly is it?"

[The Rebel Alliances]

Agent L

“Nice to meet you, lad! Make sure L can see you at all times. Autopsies are not my favorite part of this job, I hope you understand” S said, half-jokingly, but in a slightly serious tone. There was some truth in the statement. Turning towards the craft, he made and ever-so-slight wink towards L. S liked L a lot. There was something about his air he liked. Detached, not too inquisitive, he let S do his job, and interacted mostly in a professional manner. This made interaction quite easy, as S recognised a few of his own traits in L. A gleeful smile came over his face when L asked about the craft, information of which he was happy to disclose. He loved it.

“Well, L, it’s an interesting piece. It looks like some kind of prisoner ship, or escape pod. Maybe both. Normally nothing interesting, escape pods are nothing rare, but this one’s not empty. I sent an analysis to New York, I hope they can give me some information about a fugitive”

S flipped a switch, and a screen next to him lit up brightly. On it were a few scans, a few pictures, and even more question marks than S felt comfortable with.

“He calls himself Katoncalos. I’ve nicknamed him K, for short, I think it’s kind of cute. Anyway he uses a lot of big words, and he doesn’t seem to happy. With your permission, I would like to keep him here for a while, ask him a few questions. The model of his craft is alien… I mean, strange to me, and I haven’t seen it before. I’ll check the database”

After that string of words, spoken rapidly and in quick fire, S turned towards Q one more time. He smiled, and put out his hand, ready for a shake.

“Don’t worry, all those words will make sense someday, even spoken in my haggard English. Just try and pick it up as you go along. You could read the manual too, if you have nothing better to do. What’s your first job, sli... Lad?”

My hands now empty of the coffee I struggled with not having anything to occupy myself with. I was about to answer when a group of aliens I had never seen before fell from the vent system scurrying away with cartons of cigarettes. They resembled spindly worms a nice distraction from the topic at hand while I watched as they scurried out of the room. Dropping tools behind them. I shook my head in a humored but disappointed way. As if I was trying to comprehend what I just saw. I then addressed S. "I dont see no reason why not. I am no Senior Agent though and cant say that you can or cant. First official day out of training myself. Send the request up to Z. He runs this outfit. So, I am sure he will have no problem with it." I then passed a look to what S had dubbed K. The being was quite humorous sight to take in. I gave myself a slight chuckle as it went about spewing some nonsense about galactic domination and then decided to conclude this meet and greet. After all, we do have an assignment to complete.

"S, if I am not wrong you are still placed as a reserve agent. Perhaps K here can be your reserve partner until they find a more tolerable replacement." I joked as I tried to lighten the atmosphere of this doom and gloom place. But, wiping the joke from my face I dismissed myself and my new partner. "We really should be going S, I will get back to you later. Let me know what you find." I requested. Not out of any professional authority but just a curious nature which I wanted to satisfy.

I then nodded to Q and replaced my Raybans on my face. Sweeping myself out of the room. Leading us to the garage which was not far from the R and D department. Entering the large garage, I took in the sight of endless black vehicles. Finding our 1964 Ford Galaxie I quickly noticed that there was no way to tell our car from another MIB agents except by the license plate.

Ours read as KOJ-074. There was nothing special about the plates. Or nothing stood out about the car from the outside. I grabbed the passenger door and opened up the car as I slid inside. Remembering from my studies in training that this model comes equipped with two monocycles hidden within the interior of the car, which can be extended and separated for faster transportation. Aside from that highly advanced bit of technology, we just look like we are riding in a outdated car.

Waiting for Q to get into the driver's seat. I opened a file on our first assignment. Having to resolve a domestic dispute between two aliens is not the most exciting of cases. But, the job is the job. I then began to read out the details of the case while Q drove us to our destination.

"Residence is on 532nd Sunshine Avenue. Pretty good neighborhood for a alien refugee couple. History shows they arrived last year. Couple have a history of 'disagreements'. I really hope we dont have to see them outside of their disguises. I had a decent breakfast, dont want to lose it." I smiled but I was not really joking. While I see some very interesting beings, I was not too fond of the ones where I almost have to wear a rain coat to meet. I then closed the manilla folder and glanced at my partner. "So, how do you want to approach this? Good cop bad cop? This should be easy enough. I dont think the Noisy Cricket will be needed." I mused. I then began to practice a false story. In case I need to nueralize someone.

Only problem was, I was practicing it aloud.

"What you just saw today was not a arguing alien couple. It was in fact a missing festival attraction, so when you take your kids to the fair grounds this year. Dont be surprised when they say 'Look mommy, the alien neighbors from next door!' Instead nod slightly and let them go with it. Like Santa Claus, you lie to your kids about a fat white man, dont stop lying when it comes to odd neighbors, we all have em." I concluded, pretty happy with my story.

I am terrible at coming up with improvised cover ups. Which is a major part of the job here. So, I take any time I can get to build up a array of cover up stories. Also, it passes the time while I am on my way to this first assignment.

[Barapam]

Agent O looked around in the headquarter. Lots of alien gadgets, lots of aliens too, but most of all, agents. So this was the MiB, appearantly. And a lot of M:s indeed, as far as O could see she was the only WiB, with "W" standing for "woman". This was her new life now, a secret service in the shadows. She could still recall the very moment when everything she knew had changed.

It was a couple of months ago, or perhaps a little more. The criminal gang she had came across, of which none of the members were "from around here", so to say. They belonged to a specie called Aboma-Ki, she had been told. The gang, now behind bars, had been behind a new dangerous drug, and it was after a tip from another Aboma-Ki that O, together with the MiB, had been able to catch them. But it had come with a price. O had to give up her old life.

Not that it was a problem. She lived a life of solitude, and one could almost describe her as antisocial. In fact, she had more friends now, given that the good Aboma-Ki had given her some sort of space cat as a sign of gratitude. So now she had at least someone, even if it was just an extraterrestrial feline. O called her Spacy, and she liked her very much.

Her thoughts returned to the present. She had been given a partner, agent X, and she was looking for him or her. She didn't notice were she was going, and bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Way, to go on your first day, O! she thought to herself. "Maybe you can help me though, I'm looking for an "Agent X".

[The New Byzantine]

Agent X or X44 was recruited in the MiB yesterday because of his humorous, and his rare skills that have never seen before, Agent X was informed about the alien-species called Aboma-Ki and was informed about his new partner called "Agent O", X said to the informant, "Is it a boy or a girl? If its a girl..I'm sure that I am damn lucky!" and the informant said, "You will be met with Agent O soon and it is classified to say the gender of your partner." and X said, "Classified? Come on tell me!" and then Agent X starts to annoy the informant, the informant said, "Stop annoying me, I already give you an information, just find your partner, will you?" and X said, "Fine!"

And then Agent X leave the informant room, he was looking at the door, mockering the informant and now his mission is to find his partner until he got bumped by a woman who is also an agent and X said, "Oops, I'm sorry, ma'am." and when the woman responded as mentioned his agent name, Agent X immediately said to the woman, "Your looking for Agent X? He is me, I am Agent X, I guess your Agent O?", he was waiting for her respond.

[Barapam]

"Ah, okay! Good I found you. And yes, I'm agent O." She smiled and put her hand forward to greet agent X. "It seems we will be partners. Nice to meet you."

[The New Byzantine]

"Ah, okay! Good I found you. And yes, I'm agent O." She smiled and put her hand forward to greet agent X. "It seems we will be partners. Nice to meet you."

"Yes, nice to meet you too." Agent X replied, Damn, she's so beautiful, I wonder if she is single..oh wait, X, don't think about that, she is your partner who is beautiful, I mean..just get over it! he thought, it was an awkward moment with each other as he was talking in his thoughts, Agent X see Agent O to below and above, he was going to press her beautiful cheeks but he will control it, he was flattered after that and then Agent X said, "Umm..so...what are we going to do?" he was waiting for his response.

[Barapam]

"Ah, okay! Good I found you. And yes, I'm agent O." She smiled and put her hand forward to greet agent X. "It seems we will be partners. Nice to meet you."

"Yes, nice to meet you too." Agent X replied, Damn, she's so beautiful, I wonder if she is single..oh wait, X, don't think about that, she is your partner who is beautiful, I mean..just get over it! he thought, it was an awkward moment with each other as he was talking in his thoughts, Agent X see Agent O to below and above, he was going to press her beautiful cheeks but he will control it, he was flattered after that and then Agent X said, "Umm..so...what are we going to do?" he was waiting for his response.

Was he checking her out? She was flattered, and didn't mind at all. He didn't look so bad either, but... no. They were partners, nothing more. It could never be anything more. She would just have to dismiss it.

"I'm not sure, actually. I was hoping you knew", O said in response. "Maybe we should go and get our equipment, and our car?" She shrugged. "Because no one has given me any assignement or mission yet, at least."

[Phalnia]

Agent R

R followed T down to the garage. "No, never met an Aldorian. Matter of fact the only alien I met outside of the agency I ended up shooting." R hoped this time would be less messy. "As for food, it's probably something stomach turning. That's what most of them seem to eat."

He spotted the car as T pointed it out. Black. Not a big surprise, there wasn't much color anywhere in the building. R. sat in the car checking out the interior, it looked like a standard package though there were a few buttons that seemed to be added on. He sat the styrofoam cup in the holder. "You'd think with all the advanced technology we collect, we'd move beyond styrofoam."

He buckled his seat belt. "Fast is how I like it."

[Claven]

Agent T.

T. chuckled at his partner's comment and replied, "You'd think with all the alien civilizations we've made contact with, we'd have something better than this so-called coffee,". He was about to put his cup in it's place when he realized that he wasn't holding it and thought, 'I must have left it back in the room. When did that happen?'.

After getting comfortable in the car, they headed out towards the gambling den. T., not knowing where exactly the place was or anything about it, had to ask his partner, "Urrm, R. is it? Yeah, I uhh, don't really know my way around yet. So umm, you got to tell me exactly where we're headed, k?". T. suddenly realized that he could use the internet, but just as quickly thought that they probably shouldn't use Waze. After all, what kind of secret agents would they be if other drivers could see them as little snails on their phones?

Switching on the radio, T. changed the channels until he heard a trashy pop song come up. "Fun fact about me, I listen to the dumbest songs in the universe," he informed and continued, "Hmm, do you think aliens listen to music. What kind do you think they listen to? Oh, imagine if they listened to some kind of interstellar country music!". The ride continued with T.'s weird, just popped into his head questions.

[The New Byzantine]

"Yes, nice to meet you too." Agent X replied, Damn, she's so beautiful, I wonder if she is single..oh wait, X, don't think about that, she is your partner who is beautiful, I mean..just get over it! he thought, it was an awkward moment with each other as he was talking in his thoughts, Agent X see Agent O to below and above, he was going to press her beautiful cheeks but he will control it, he was flattered after that and then Agent X said, "Umm..so...what are we going to do?" he was waiting for his response.

Was he checking her out? She was flattered, and didn't mind at all. He didn't look so bad either, but... no. They were partners, nothing more. It could never be anything more. She would just have to dismiss it.

"I'm not sure, actually. I was hoping you knew", O said in response. "Maybe we should go and get our equipment, and our car?" She shrugged. "Because no one has given me any assignement or mission yet, at least."

Agent X [Agent X44]
"Alright, let's go get our equipment and the car is at the garage which is a 1964 Galaxy..something? And no one gives me an assignment too but let's just go will ya?" He replied and Agent X goes to the agent's locker room with equipment.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Unidentified Agent
I had another assignment in hand, not for me. But for two of our newest agents. My job is quite easy, all I do is deliver tasks and assignments to our agents. And I get to stay within the confines of the safety of the office. I quickly spotted Agents O and X and handed O a Manilla folder, as I began to explain their first assignment. "The two of you missed orientation, so here is your assignment." I pointed out, as she opened the folder I pointed to the photos inside. "The man in this picture is actually this alien. The assignment is simple, the alien here known as a Krathorg is selling unlicensed alien drugs to humans. Nothing lethal but still very illegal. You simply need to convince him to shut down the operation and move on to legal sales. If he refuses, then bring him in alive. That is all. You can find him in his business in downtown Hollywood." I then left the two agents with the information and went about to take a break in the coffee room.

[Barapam]

O agreed with her partner and went with him. They were then approached by another agent, who handed her a folder. She looked into it. The man began to explain what they were supposed to do. Her first assignment! She couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous, but she tried to not show it. After all, it wasn't so much different than her previous missions for the FBI, and this case seemed like an easy task. They would solve it in no time.

"All right, thank you." The unknown agent had already left. O showed the folder to X. "Okay, here we go, partner. Let's get this bastard."

[ChasingCats]

“I am Agent Vee.”

The name sounded hollow in the bathroom. There was no etymology, no personal history to her randomly selected letter of a name; only the present, nondescript sound, a tool of convenience, signified who she was to outsiders. The woman gazed with cool blue eyes. Her dark and thick hair that usually ran down the mid of her back was held up in a simple bun not a strand out of place, her faint make up smoothed over any blemish. She wore a standard, tailored MIB suit that complimented her trim figure, a pair of sunglasses and a slim wallet were in the breast pocket. She was unsmiling, her demeanour a ward against intimacy, and she was exactly how she wanted herself to look.

Vee went out of the warm humid bathroom and into the rest of her small apartment. The news on the outdated TV droned on about the latest happenings in the living room. She switched it off, put on the sensible black shoes given as a part of her uniform, and took one last look around the unremarkable, dingy place. It was clean and neat after she had moved in a few days ago and spent her time post graduation scrubbing away the years of built up grime in the MIB owned residence. Nothing essential was amiss but it was a far cry from the penthouse she had worked hard for and lived in before this life. Vee was allowed to carry over few possessions: there was the short, filled bookshelf by the rundown couch, a modest portrait, done in watercolour, of a garden landscape that lightened the living room and some of her favourite articles of fashion in the wardrobe. She made sure the door to her home was locked.

* *

The MIB building looked camouflaged in the industrial neighbourhood. Vee pushed past the front door into a large open warehouse devoid of anything save the chubby security guard seated on his chair in the middle of the room. Upon closer inspection, easily dismissed as a trick of the light, his translucent tentacles dangled over the chair out of the back of his untucked shirt, shimmering in hues of various colours caught in the sunlight.

“Good morning, David,” Vee greeted as she walked to the lift on the far side, behind the guard who smiled and was watching her, the clapping sounds of her shoes on the concrete floor loud in the air. She took deep breaths to clear her mind of surface thoughts the Zshwi could pick up on, much like how a human could read obvious body language.

“Good morning to you too, Agent Vee.” His voice was indistinguishable from a normal man’s; then, telepathically, in what sounded exactly like her own voice in her head, he said, I hope you have a lovely first day.

Thank you. “How’s your shift going?”

“The usual sittin’ ‘ere,” David replied, and in her mind, he chuckled. Lots of nervous newbies this morning, lots of things to read, and they don’t all keep it tight to their chest like you do, Doctor.

“Have fun with that.” Don’t fry anybody’s brains out. I’ll have to unscramble them.

The telepathic alien laughed at the psychologist’s dry joke. Vee pressed the only button for the lift whose steel doors opened immediately and stepped inside. She removed her wallet and scanned her ID on the panel. The screen brought up a photo of her with her name “Agent V”, green-lit it and beeped in approval. The lift doors closed the view of David waving a tentacle at her that stretched up from behind his back.

[The New Byzantine]

O agreed with her partner and went with him. They were then approached by another agent, who handed her a folder. She looked into it. The man began to explain what they were supposed to do. Her first assignment! She couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous, but she tried to not show it. After all, it wasn't so much different than her previous missions for the FBI, and this case seemed like an easy task. They would solve it in no time.

"All right, thank you." The unknown agent had already left. O showed the folder to X. "Okay, here we go, partner. Let's get this bastard."

Agent X looked at the folder, as he see a man who is an alien, X said, "What the..this is some ugly squid here. Let's do this, my partner." and then Agent X dressed up as an agent, get equipped and quickly rushed to the garage, he then unlock the car and turn on the engine, he looked at Agent O and he said, "Come on, I'll drive, let's go before this ugly squid escape."