The Doorman.
AN: Thought of it, decided to inflict it on the world, same-old. please Review!
He was the doorman; that was his job. To provide warning if enemies should come or provide assistance to injured personnel were part of his duties for sure, but that was not his purpose...to sit and watch those who enter and those who leave that was. He was the keeper of the way of the door and too most people that was all he was. Part of the furniture.
Over the years he had gathered much information about the supposedly "secret" organization. It amused him to some level that many of the aliens of humans that attacked the centre for information or technology could have simply asked him instead (the MIB didn't bother to secure their waste bins properly so he had plenty of alien tec on way and another), but then he remembers the damage they do to his hall and how it takes him hours to reposition his streamers to the perfect arrangement and the amusement fades.
He had watched so many agents come and go that sometimes he could tell when they wouldn't come back. He would sometimes would make bets with his self; would it be desire for a family, a disagreement with the superiors, would be a deliberating injury or would it be death. Most of the time he was right. Then he wondered, should he try to talk with the agents, warn them of their fate or should he just let them go on blissfully ignorant of the truth. Where should he draw the line?
As he watched Agent K and J leave unmistakable marked as not coming back he prayed he had made the right decision in keeping quiet. After all those two actually talked to him...