Agent Washington and Agent Maine had a more entwined past than most people realized. Their friendship went all the way back to their college days, believe it or not. Ironically, they were not attending colleges in either Washington or Maine, but rather Penn State. Which, as you know is more famous for it's parties than academics and football team combined. Most of the things containing proof of their antics have long since been destroyed; between moving and drunken fits of rage, little was left. Memories offered no help, since both men had ended up so irrevocably damaged in that area, they'd almost forgotten about those days…
However, it was also a scientific fact that once something was uploaded to the internet, it would never die.
So, if one was tenacious enough, and searched long enough, and filled out a few scam offers for a bigger penis, and then watched some porn of questionable legality and morality, after all that they'd finally be directed to a five minute, poorly shot video taking place inside the pool room of a bar.
Inside this bar, Wild Cherry's hit song 'Play That Funky Music White Boy' blared from the speakers. A crowd of college students were gathered around a table, and the camera man kept aiming at the floor when he leaned over to do jelly shots from between a girls breasts.
The crowd parted a bit, and it soon became apparent that on this pool table was not a game of pool being played, but a man. Drunk off his ass, half naked with a bra wrapped around his head, a drink in each hand and shaking his ass to the music, this man was the center of the party.
This man's name was David.
A deep-throated yell came out from behind the camera, cheering him on. The cameraman hollered out some more noises of encouragement, going so far as to get a chant of "David, David!" going. The dark-haired college senior paused in his dancing, leaning down to accept another drink from someone-
-and proceeded to topple right off the table and into a beer cooler below. Face first. The camera suddenly spun around, facing the operator; a college junior with tanned skin and sandy blonde hair. Dark sun glasses adorned his face.
"Holy shit! I guess that's what you'd call-" he removed his glasses and grinned at the camera, "a cold slap in the face!"
"Ahahahahahahahaha!" Doc fell over backwards in the sand, holding his stomach as he cracked up laughter at the nighttime desert sky. Meta was seated next to him, his brute shot across his lap and his helmet in the sand by his foot. He looked vastly different from the attractive boy that been operating a camera, now that he was older. His hair was thinner and had lost what little color it'd had, his skin was pale and his face gaunt. Despite it all, he still had the faintest trace of a smirk on his face.
Washington suddenly appeared in the light of the fire. He frowned, cold blue eyes staring down at the two of them.
"Hey, Wash," Doc exclaimed, sitting back up. "You still dive off of pool tables or do ya save that for special occasions?"
Wash blinked, not understanding what he was talking about until Meta started tapping his fingers on the blade of his weapon...in perfect tune to 'Play That Funky Music. He groaned, plopping down across from them.
"Funny how you two only get along when it comes to humiliating me."
Doc continued to snigger, and Meta just shrugged. Wash stared at him for a few moments. Maybe it was just the light, but for a crazy, murdering monster Meta really resembled someone he once knew…