WHATEVER HAPPENED TO SAM SEABORN?
Sam was straightening his tie when his new partner came into the locker room. "Hey."
"Hey."
"So, did you get the forty-seventh straightened out?"
Jay scratched the back of his neck. "Well…"
Sam sighed. "It'd be nice to know if I actually won or not."
"Hey, be thankful we managed to neuralize the amount of people we did. Creating an entire political campaign out of thin air ain't exactly easy, you know."
"I know. Still…"
"Look on the upside," Jay said with a grin as the pair stepped out into MIB headquarters. "'Least you look pretty in black."
"Damn straight."
FIN