As Niobe and Ghost called their Operator to get some weapons, Agent Elle
was attempting to comfort her partner, Agent Brown. "I am certain that this
is the work of The Merovingian. When we find him you can beat the crap out
of him for making people dress like disco refugees, I promise." The thought
of finally being able to thrash the annoying Frenchman cheered Agent Brown
a little, and he finally stopped muttering to himself and got up off the
ground. "That... s-sounds good... Where do you think we would be able to
find him?" Elle sighed. "Where do you think? His headquarters at Café La
Vrai. Besides, from what our mole told us those two are having some sort of
party tonight."
At that moment, Niobe had gotten off the phone. "Sparks said that we can pick up our equipment at the post office (she gestured over her shoulder) and then we can go confront the Merovingian and his goons." She looked at Agent Elle, who now stood out against the swirls of paisley and tie-dyed shirts in her smart black suit. "Do you think you could try blending in? It may help us be less conspicuous since these people appear to have had their brains warped as well." "Agents of the System do not have to *be* inconspicuous," Elle grumbled to herself, but decided that the human had a good idea. The female Agent momentarily vanished as a man in uncomfortably short gym shorts walked his dog past them twice. A second later, Agent Elle reappeared dressed as a 1970s office lady: her long black hair was styled in a messy sort of bun with two chopsticks in it, and she wore a modest pale lavender shirt and a matching skirt tied with an elaborately knotted belt. Agent Brown stared at his partner with his mouth open. "How did you do that, and how come *I* can't do that?!" "Upgrades," Elle smirked, and then sashayed past him to join Niobe, who was already at the post office.
"Can we count on you two to get us some transportation to the Café?" ".... Uh, yes ma'am," said Ghost, who was stunned to see Agent Elle actually looking like a normal human woman. "Females..." muttered Agent Brown to himself, as he tried to change his own outfit to something more cool and Agent-like but only succeeding in turning the baby blue polyester into a particularly hideous shade of aquamarine and giving himself a headache.
Agent Elle entered the post office and found a scene of total chaos: Niobe had apparently started to beat up the guards for no apparent reason and had already shot several holes in the ceiling. At the moment the esteemed captain of the Logos was standing on top of a table and ranting incoherently about oppression, the Black Panthers, and the women's lib movement. "Oh great, this human's outfit has gone to her head!" thought Elle as she rapidly looked for some way to diffuse the situation and found one a nanosecond later.
On the Logos, Sparks winced as he saw a brick-sized package connect with his captain's head.
A few moments later, Agent Elle calmly exited the post office with Niobe slung over her shoulder and the package of weapons under her arm as Ghost and Agent Brown drove up in one of Niobe's prized classic muscle cars. "Niobe! What happened to her?! What did you do to her?!" "Oh, she is fine," said Agent Elle as she placed the box of weapons onto the hood of the car and used her free hand to grab Niobe's afro, exposing her face. "You see? There is no lasting damage, and she will be back to normal soon enough. Shall we be off?"
To be continued
At that moment, Niobe had gotten off the phone. "Sparks said that we can pick up our equipment at the post office (she gestured over her shoulder) and then we can go confront the Merovingian and his goons." She looked at Agent Elle, who now stood out against the swirls of paisley and tie-dyed shirts in her smart black suit. "Do you think you could try blending in? It may help us be less conspicuous since these people appear to have had their brains warped as well." "Agents of the System do not have to *be* inconspicuous," Elle grumbled to herself, but decided that the human had a good idea. The female Agent momentarily vanished as a man in uncomfortably short gym shorts walked his dog past them twice. A second later, Agent Elle reappeared dressed as a 1970s office lady: her long black hair was styled in a messy sort of bun with two chopsticks in it, and she wore a modest pale lavender shirt and a matching skirt tied with an elaborately knotted belt. Agent Brown stared at his partner with his mouth open. "How did you do that, and how come *I* can't do that?!" "Upgrades," Elle smirked, and then sashayed past him to join Niobe, who was already at the post office.
"Can we count on you two to get us some transportation to the Café?" ".... Uh, yes ma'am," said Ghost, who was stunned to see Agent Elle actually looking like a normal human woman. "Females..." muttered Agent Brown to himself, as he tried to change his own outfit to something more cool and Agent-like but only succeeding in turning the baby blue polyester into a particularly hideous shade of aquamarine and giving himself a headache.
Agent Elle entered the post office and found a scene of total chaos: Niobe had apparently started to beat up the guards for no apparent reason and had already shot several holes in the ceiling. At the moment the esteemed captain of the Logos was standing on top of a table and ranting incoherently about oppression, the Black Panthers, and the women's lib movement. "Oh great, this human's outfit has gone to her head!" thought Elle as she rapidly looked for some way to diffuse the situation and found one a nanosecond later.
On the Logos, Sparks winced as he saw a brick-sized package connect with his captain's head.
A few moments later, Agent Elle calmly exited the post office with Niobe slung over her shoulder and the package of weapons under her arm as Ghost and Agent Brown drove up in one of Niobe's prized classic muscle cars. "Niobe! What happened to her?! What did you do to her?!" "Oh, she is fine," said Agent Elle as she placed the box of weapons onto the hood of the car and used her free hand to grab Niobe's afro, exposing her face. "You see? There is no lasting damage, and she will be back to normal soon enough. Shall we be off?"
To be continued