Part 11 ^_^
"*Wha-at*?" said Lance. He was in handcuffs in the back of an unmarked
van. He was also extremely confused.
"Mister Alvers, you do not have to say anything at this time, but
anything you do not disclose that could become a matter in your trial
may harm your defence."
"But I didn't *do* anything! I was having a smoke with Tabby!"
"When, Mr Alvers?"
"Whenever!" He was panicking rather heavily. "I swear to God that
stuff was put there by my ex. I did *NOT* anticipate you guys' coming
'cause I didn't *do* anything! I can make a computer crash by running
command.com for chrissakes! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHIIIINNNNNNG!"
Kitty opened her locker under heavy supervision by half her teammates.
There was another little note in her locker.
"Don't worry about Mr Alvers," it said. "He won't be bothering you any
more. Hubert."
"So what's that about?" asked Jean.
Kitty put her shields up in a nanosecond and flashed back to the
little 'suprise' she'd put in Hubert's locker. She'd written that note
in the hopes that he'd try to do something to Lance and get flattened
for it.
Apparently, that had backfired.
Big time.
Just like the thing she pulled on Kurt.
"Just hold still."
"Glah," said Kurt.
Amanda held his hand. "Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be
okay..."
"I'm *sure* he's fine," said Hank as he twiddled the controls of the
tiny camera. "Your ringing was caused by mere concussion and should be
gone by tomorrow. Ah. Here we go. Just as I suspected. A ruptured
capilliary or two."
Amanda sighed.
Kurt shuddered as the apparatus was removed. "That," he announced,
"feels *wierd*." He immediately waggled his tail-tip in the offending
ear.
"Ew... *Kurt*!"
"Vas? Mein fingers are too thick..."
Amanda sighed. "Use a Q-tip. *Please*. I want to *play* with that tail
later."
"As you wish, liebchen."
Hank folded his arms. "I take it you're going to casually ignore my
advice to take things easy for twenty-four hours. Let alone my warnings
to stay mostly vertical during that time period?"
"Relax, Mr McCoy," said Amanda. "I'll keep him on a short leash."
"Aaaawwwwwww..." said Kurt, putting on a fake pout.
"We'll be watching you, Mr Alvers," the MiBs put him on the sidewalk
outside the boarding house.
His story had checked out, in that he still believed in the existance
of the 'any' key; and the MiB went away.
He didn't know whether to feel insulted or vindicated.
"*Wha-at*?" said Lance. He was in handcuffs in the back of an unmarked
van. He was also extremely confused.
"Mister Alvers, you do not have to say anything at this time, but
anything you do not disclose that could become a matter in your trial
may harm your defence."
"But I didn't *do* anything! I was having a smoke with Tabby!"
"When, Mr Alvers?"
"Whenever!" He was panicking rather heavily. "I swear to God that
stuff was put there by my ex. I did *NOT* anticipate you guys' coming
'cause I didn't *do* anything! I can make a computer crash by running
command.com for chrissakes! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHIIIINNNNNNG!"
Kitty opened her locker under heavy supervision by half her teammates.
There was another little note in her locker.
"Don't worry about Mr Alvers," it said. "He won't be bothering you any
more. Hubert."
"So what's that about?" asked Jean.
Kitty put her shields up in a nanosecond and flashed back to the
little 'suprise' she'd put in Hubert's locker. She'd written that note
in the hopes that he'd try to do something to Lance and get flattened
for it.
Apparently, that had backfired.
Big time.
Just like the thing she pulled on Kurt.
"Just hold still."
"Glah," said Kurt.
Amanda held his hand. "Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be
okay..."
"I'm *sure* he's fine," said Hank as he twiddled the controls of the
tiny camera. "Your ringing was caused by mere concussion and should be
gone by tomorrow. Ah. Here we go. Just as I suspected. A ruptured
capilliary or two."
Amanda sighed.
Kurt shuddered as the apparatus was removed. "That," he announced,
"feels *wierd*." He immediately waggled his tail-tip in the offending
ear.
"Ew... *Kurt*!"
"Vas? Mein fingers are too thick..."
Amanda sighed. "Use a Q-tip. *Please*. I want to *play* with that tail
later."
"As you wish, liebchen."
Hank folded his arms. "I take it you're going to casually ignore my
advice to take things easy for twenty-four hours. Let alone my warnings
to stay mostly vertical during that time period?"
"Relax, Mr McCoy," said Amanda. "I'll keep him on a short leash."
"Aaaawwwwwww..." said Kurt, putting on a fake pout.
"We'll be watching you, Mr Alvers," the MiBs put him on the sidewalk
outside the boarding house.
His story had checked out, in that he still believed in the existance
of the 'any' key; and the MiB went away.
He didn't know whether to feel insulted or vindicated.