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Sam's Bar
Manhattan, New York
June 24th, 1996 12:09PM
Kay looked down into the bottom of his glass, wondering where all the liquid in it had gone. He quickly waved a hand off to his right. "Bartender!" A portly man with blond hair waddled over to the bar stool where Kay sat. His face was set in the scowl most New York bartenders wore as a trademark look. "Where's my drink?"
The bartender sneered. "Youse already drank it, buddy."
Kay looked up blearily, his eyes bloodshot. "Oh." He looked around the bar, noting how few people were left. It was already noon and Kay had been there since four in the morning. "Guess I should go home then, huh?"
The bartender just grunted, then returned to the other side of the bar to grab Kay's tab. He came over and slammed it on the counter. "Youse owe fifty dollars, bub." Kay reached into his rumpled and dirty suit to pull out a hundred dollar bill. The bartender's eye's grew wide as he dropped it on the counter and proclaimed: 'keep the change.'
Kay got up to stagger out into the night, stopping to eye his MiB issued car. As the lights from the nearby buildings began to dance, he decided to hail a cab instead. It took several tries before he was able to get the attention of one, and this one was a talkative one.
After the one sided conversation ended with his destination, Kay threw some money at the cabbie and staggered into the apartment building. Finally making it into his room – only dropping his keys twice – he collapsed in a chair by the fire. He had another glass in his hand and a bottle of brandy that he couldn't remember taking out of his liquor cabinet.
Kay stared at the wall for a long time, remembering the events of the previous night while drinking from the bottle. A sudden wave of fury shot through him. With a roar he lurched from the chair to stand, smashing the now empty brandy bottle against the wall he'd been staring at. "Why did you have to be so stupid, Kay? Why didn't you see that Bug in time? It's your fault that Jay is dead!" Kay sank to the floor, tears streaking his already weathered face as his words trailed off to a whisper; "It's all my fault."
The agent didn't know how long he sat there on the floor weeping, but after hours of thinking he decided on the only course of action left to him. He stood up and spun the thermostat, revealing his secret room of weapons. He bypassed all of the futuristic weapons, his hand coming to rest on a standard issue NYPD gun; previously owned by one James Darrell Edwards III. Kay cradled it in his hands, making sure it was loaded. Putting the gun to his head he whispered one last thing.
"I'm sorry James."
The police who arrived on the scene in response to a call about a shot fired were quickly intercepted by the Men in Black who sent them on their way with the memory of chiding an old lady for calling over a car backfiring. They never saw the body being carried away out the back.
World's Fair
Queens, New Jersey
June 24th, 1996 1:06AM
Sometimes when Sam leaped into a person he had the sensation of falling. On this leap it was particularly strong, though when he hit the large branch he realized that he was actually falling. He quickly grabbed hold of the branch he had just hit and looked around, spotting a man climbing up a tower with a disk-like top. The man entered the structure and Sam's eyes grew large as it began to move, the top coming down to make it look like the popular image of a UFO. He gasped in amazement. "Oh, boy!"