MiB Headquarters, Post-Black Oil Infestation Recovery Operation: Day Fourteen, Office of Agent Zed When Zed finally takes a break from reading the latest report from Arcturus IX ('....latest mentat stakes give a major civil war 2:1 odds....'), Agent B is standing in the doorway, about to knock on the jamb
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A silence falls over sublevel C, broken only by the occasional clatter of falling debris, and the quiet chatter coming over the MiB comm, as the surviving Men in Black escape from the DeNeuralyzation Room upstairs and fan out to see just how bad things are
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Looking to the right, the hallway goes quite a ways down. There are several doors along the way, but also an open space at the far end that looks like it might be a stairwell.
Unfortunately, it's immediately clear that these hallways aren't going to provide any cover whatsoever.
As the other teams head out, a quiet falls over the armory room, broken only by the gentle hum of the ventilation system and the low rumble of that other machine, whatever and wherever it might be
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The questions eventually die down. Everyone has what they need. Zed can still see the Door.
It's Time.
Zed leads the group across the Bar and puts a hand on the Door as he turns to look at them. When he gets their collective nod, he drops his hand down to the door knob and waits as they take defensive positions.
As a group, we're just big enough to make logistics sort of tricky, so I'm assuming everything will be slowtimed sooner-or-later. So if your schedule is nuts over the next few days, no worries. We'll work it out
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Zed's been spending most of the day staring out the Observation Window. He doesn't need the holographic data or the floor plans anymore. He really didn't need them in the first place. He could have run this entire scenario in his head if he had had to. Laying it out on paper and screen was just a matter of convenience, and a way to double-check
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