Note: Now it is time to see if Alfred F. Jones is qualified to take the title of agent America of the MIB. He will also see who the chief of MIB really is.

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The time was currently 8:05 AM, the location: Warehouse 13 of the docks. Detective Alfred F. Jones, candidate for recruitment into this new secret agency, approached the doors of the warehouse after getting out of a taxi. He was obviously late, mostly due to traffic in the early morning. He went through the door and found two men in suits sitting nearby, one of them was a Greek man who was sleeping with lots of cats close to him, and the other was a Turkish man with a mask that was covering his eyes. Alfred got close to them and asked, "Um, excuse me, is this where I go through examination for recruitment of agent America?"

The Turkish man looked up and said, "What, how do you know that, who sent you?"

Alfred cleared his throat, "Agent England picked me."

"Oh," the man said, "You must detective Jones, he told us about you. But where are my manners, I'm agent Turkey, the cat freak sleeping next to me is agent Greece." Turkey hit Greece's head and yelled, "WAKE UP, JONES IS HERE!"

Greece woke up immediately and looked at Alfred for a while, then said, "You're late, you were supposed to be here at 8 AM sharp."

Alfred was red with embarrassment and replied, "Sorry, caught in traffic with a cab driver." He clapped his hands and asked, "So, where am I supposed to go now?"

Greece reached out for an umbrella in a rack nearby and pulled it, it turns out to be a lever that caused the ground nearby to lift up, revealing a secret elevator. He then told Alfred, "Just go into the elevator and press the down button, it will take you to the testing area where the other candidates and the chief of MIB are waiting for you."

"Okay," Alfred stepped into the elevator then asked Greece, "By the way, what does 'MIB' stand for?" Turkey replied, "It stands for 'Men in Black,' that is all you need to know for now."

Alfred pushed the button and the elevator started to move down for some time, then it stopped and the doors behind Alfred opened, revealing a bunch of American military men in chairs and an Austrian man in a suit with purple eyes, brown hair with a curl, and a mole on his chin, standing with his arms crossed, looking seriously at Alfred, who had his back turned.

"JONES!" The Austrian man yelled, causing Alfred to turn around, "YOU'RE LATE! DON'T TRY TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF!"

Alfred entered the room and took the seat that was reserved for him.

The Austrian man cleared his throat and started, "Now that everyone is here, let me introduce myself, I am Austria, you were chosen because you are the best of the best in America: Marines, Air Force, Navy Seals, Army Rangers…" Austria stared at Alfred, "…NYPD. We are looking for one of you, just one. What will follow is a series of simple tests, from motor skills, concentration, and stamina." Austria noticed Alfred had his hand risen, "I see we have a question."

Alfred put his hand down and asked, "Maybe you already answered this but why exactly are we here?" The soldier next to Alfred raised his hand, confident with his answer. Austria noticed it and told the soldier to speak out.

The soldier stood up and said with authority, "Second Lieutenant, Jake Jensen, West Point, graduate with honors, we are here because you are looking for the best of the best of the best, sir!" He then sat down and Alfred started to laugh uncontrollably.

"What's so funny, Jones?" Austria asked.

Alfred calmed down and said, "This guy, who thinks he's Captain America, is like 'Best of the best of the best, sir! With honors.' He's just really excited and he has no clue why we're here, I just find that funny…" Silence. "But all of you aren't laughing though…" More silence.

Austria looks at a mirror that has England on the other side, shaking his head a bit. Austria then says, "Okay, let's begin, take out the written test book and pencil that is under your seat and start answering the questions as honest and seriously as you possibly can." He then walks out of the room into the room where England was so they can both observe the test. Alfred took out the materials and was about to begin when he realized, there were no desks for any of the chairs, nothing for any of them to use to write on the test without breaking either the pencil or the test. He looked at the others and saw that they were constricting their space to create a makeshift surface to write on. Alfred was about to do the same when he notices that there was a single table at the front of the room. He thought that since no one else is going to use the table, he might as well use it for himself. He got up, went towards the table, and moved it towards his chair. Everyone heard the noise and looked at his action. "What?" Alfred said to the others who were staring at him, "I didn't see any of you guys try to use it, or at least share it."

Austria and England saw this and started speaking to each other silently. "Well," Austria started, "He did manage to pass the real test of thinking outside the box, since I never said a word about using the table." England nodded then said, "But I still find his use of humor a little unsettling, I can see he is trying to bring fun into this."

After the written examination, and a few other tests, the candidates enter a small room with a table that has pistols on it, one for each candidate. Austria was outside the door when he said, "Here is your final test, to see how well you can react to the situation around you, use your judgment and quick thinking to decide which targets need to be shot and which targets do not. Take a pistol and begin the moment you hear the alarm, the shooting range will become open."

The door closes, they wait for a few seconds, and then they hear the alarm. They pick up a pistol when a wall moves to reveal a shooting range full of ugly, scary aliens and innocent looking humans. Lights were flashing and everyone except Alfred was firing like crazy at the aliens, filling them with holes. He took a long around for a bit, just when the time was up, he fired only one shot. The lights turned back on and Austria opened the door, "JONES! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" Alfred turned to Austria and explained himself, "Hesitated."

Austria pushed a button on a remote he had in his hand, the cutout of a little girl holding books with a bullet hole in her head came forward, "May I ask why you felt little Tiffany deserved to die?"

Alfred took a deep breath and replied, "Well, she was the only one that actually seemed dangerous at the time sir." Austria asked, "How did you come to that conclusion?"

Alfred then explained, "First I was going to shoot the alien hanging from the street light then I realized he was just working out, how would I feel if someone burst in and shot me while I was on a treadmill. I saw this snarling beast guy, but he had a tissue in his hand, I realized that he was just sneezing. Then I saw Tiffany, I thought an 8-year-old girl in the middle of the ghetto with a bunch of monsters this time of night with quantum physics books in her hands, those are way too advanced for her, hell, I won't understand either. So my reasoning is that she is up to something, and I would appreciate it if you ease up about it…" Austria just stared at him, "…Or do I owe her an apology?" Austria simply shook his head a little then left. Alfred looked at the others and told them, "That was a good shot though, right?"

Hiding within the range, England saw the entire thing, Austria appeared next to him. England asked, "So, what do you think Austria?" Austria took a look at the scene and said, "Jones was able judge not by one's appearance, but by what is in their possession thus figuring out their intentions, that is a good factor…" Austria paused for a bit, "…I think you may be right about this one." England smirked, "I know…"

The candidates were waiting for Austria when he returned, "Now if you will all follow me to the next room where I can assess the results, Jones, you're going out last." Alfred groaned a bit at that order. One by one they left the shooting range with England leaning on the wall near the door, until Alfred went out, that is when England stopped him from moving.

"What, England?" Alfred asked.

"Long story short detective, you've passed and beaten the other candidates, Austria will now make sure they leave without any memory of what they were doing here." England said, pointing to the room where Austria puts on shades and a neuralyzer to mind wipe the other men.

Alfred then asked, "So what is it that you guys do around here?"

England replied, "Simple, our mission is to monitor all extraterrestrial activity here on Earth, to make sure they keep in line and try not do anything that will threaten this planet. While at the same time keep the public from ever knowing about the alien community among them."

"Sounds tough." Alfred commented.

"I know," England stopped at a door that says 'LOUNGE' on it, "Do you want any refreshments: tea, coffee, energy drinks, snacks?"

Alfred patted his stomach, "Nope, I had a big breakfast this morning."

England opened the door to reveal four alien worms drinking coffee from the coffee machine, Alfred was shocked to see them, and they saw England and said, "Hi England."

"Hello worms, anything new being put into the lounge today?" England asked, making a cup of earl grey tea.

"No, it's just that we used up all the Cuban coffee," one of the worms said.

England turned his head and replied, "You did what? Bloody hell, Cuba is not going to be happy when he finds out that you four drank all of his coffee." The worms replied, "We know, oh, and France is trying to get you to French kiss him." This news scared him a bit, then he said, "Tell that perverted, bisexual, frog I'll neuralyze him back to kindergarten if he tries that." England then walked out. "Bye England," the coffee worms said as he closed the door. He then asked Alfred, "Are you sure you don't want anything?" Silence. "No." "Alright let's go take a walk in the park."

The scene changes to both England and Alfred sitting on a bench. England starts, "Here's the deal, at any given time there are around 1500 aliens on the planet, most of them here in Manhattan, and most of them are decent enough they are just trying to make a living."

Alfred commented, "Cab drivers-"

Then England continued, "No they're not as many as you think, humans for the most part don't have a clue, they don't want to or need to, they're happy, they think they have a good bead on things."

Alfred began to wonder, "Why the big secret, people are smart, they can handle it."

England then corrected Alfred, "A person is smart, people are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it. 1500 years ago everyone knew the Earth was the center of the universe, 500 years ago everyone knew the Earth was flat, and last night you knew that people were alone on this planet, imagine what you'll know tomorrow."

Alfred then asked, "Okay, what's the catch in all this?"

England said, "You must sever every human contact, nobody will know you exist anywhere, ever."

Alfred was completely speechless at what he just learned.

England understood and told Alfred, "I'll give you until sunrise to decide, okay?" He got up and began to walk away to leave Alfred 'the hero cop' F. Jones alone.

Alfred asked England before he left, "Is it worth it?"

England replied, "Definitely worth it, if you're strong enough that is." Then England left.

Alfred just sat there on that bench, thinking about what he must sacrifice in order to completely join the MIB, about his life, his popularity, his fellow officers, friends, and family. He was thinking long and hard while staring at the sunset, thinking of the most difficult choice of his life, that only he himself must make, without turning back…


Note: Tough choice for Alfred, in order to protect humanity, he must give up fame and glory, which pretty much gave him his push in life. It's equivalent exchange, in order to gain something; he must give up something of equal value. (Yes, I know this comes from Full Metal Alchemist) Even I would have a tough time with that. Next chapter is on the way.