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Characters: Agent K and Dominic
Location: The MiB universe, Manhattan Island (Division 6 territory), Queens
Time: During the Recursive Mind Buddies plot
Warnings & Notes: Some slight violence. Zombarians aren't nice people. Also the start of a plot I kind of hope to do more with.
The nocturnal aliens were always the worst. Not the worst in that they were hard. Kay didn't mind a challenge. It was that even used to a thirty-seven hour day some of that thirty seven hours he wanted to be able to sleep and he couldn't sleep so long as shit kept fucking popping up. Oh, he pretended that it didn't bug him because Jay could be such a whiner about it sometimes, but it did, and he was wanting a goddamn nap and he was getting cranky and irritable.
So now he was outside of his house, as in he could see his house right in front of him with its comfy bed or at least potential for a fresh pot of coffee which was a good secondary option and there was a damned wheezy seven foot son of a bitch in a wide hat and a piss poor disguise of an overcoat standing in his way. Kay was pretty sure if he frowned any harder he was going to break some sort of physical law of the universe and make it implode in on itself.
"And when will he be taken to the Protonium Gulag," the stranger continued on with his interrogation.
And Kay was obliged to give the same answer that he'd been giving, and if he wasn't fairly sure that he wasn't armed to the teeth he might have considered shooting him already.... more than he already had. "That's classified information. If you want to extradite him you're going to have to go threugh the proper channels, and now you're getting dangerously close to violating Act XVII of the Altonian Treaty." And Rule #12 about annoying a heavily armed human. "Also you're trespassing on personal property."
"And-" a wheeze "-just what do you intend to do-" another wheeze "-to make me leave?"
At least the best part of his job was getting to use the fuckin' bastards as messy stress relief balls, but he didn't want to have to hear the clean-up van outside of his house. Sigh. Today was going to be stupid.
Location: The MiB universe, Manhattan Island (Division 6 territory), Queens
Time: During the Recursive Mind Buddies plot
Warnings & Notes: Some slight violence. Zombarians aren't nice people. Also the start of a plot I kind of hope to do more with.
The nocturnal aliens were always the worst. Not the worst in that they were hard. Kay didn't mind a challenge. It was that even used to a thirty-seven hour day some of that thirty seven hours he wanted to be able to sleep and he couldn't sleep so long as shit kept fucking popping up. Oh, he pretended that it didn't bug him because Jay could be such a whiner about it sometimes, but it did, and he was wanting a goddamn nap and he was getting cranky and irritable.
So now he was outside of his house, as in he could see his house right in front of him with its comfy bed or at least potential for a fresh pot of coffee which was a good secondary option and there was a damned wheezy seven foot son of a bitch in a wide hat and a piss poor disguise of an overcoat standing in his way. Kay was pretty sure if he frowned any harder he was going to break some sort of physical law of the universe and make it implode in on itself.
"And when will he be taken to the Protonium Gulag," the stranger continued on with his interrogation.
And Kay was obliged to give the same answer that he'd been giving, and if he wasn't fairly sure that he wasn't armed to the teeth he might have considered shooting him already.... more than he already had. "That's classified information. If you want to extradite him you're going to have to go threugh the proper channels, and now you're getting dangerously close to violating Act XVII of the Altonian Treaty." And Rule #12 about annoying a heavily armed human. "Also you're trespassing on personal property."
"And-" a wheeze "-just what do you intend to do-" another wheeze "-to make me leave?"
At least the best part of his job was getting to use the fuckin' bastards as messy stress relief balls, but he didn't want to have to hear the clean-up van outside of his house. Sigh. Today was going to be stupid.