The White Sheep and The Black Wolf Part4
Kay veered the LTD up in front of the Saucer Lounge. To the normal
human eye it would have looked like an abandoned shack. In reality,
it was a pub where many of the universe's species hang out, as well
as many of the scum.
Jay looked at his partner in puzzlement. "Checkin' on the latest
gossip?"
Kay nodded and added, "On our Agent X. It's one of his favorite
spots." He slipped his Carbonizer into his pocket. Usually he
wouldn't need it when visiting a pub like this. But with fights
breaking out inside most pubs recently, it felt good to have it by
his side.
Jay knocked upon the door and a panel slid aside.
"Whose there?" a low voice called.
Kay peered at the hole. "Easy Sam, it's just us."
Instantly the panel closed and the door opened for them. Sam peered
out cautiously. With his luminous black eyes and the fur on his body,
he looked like a ferret, with just as much as a curious nose.
"What can I do youse for," Sam whispered.
Kay peered about him then bent down to the ferret-alien. "We're
looking for a MIB agent, Agent X." He pulled out a crumpled photo.
Sam gazed intently at it for a while. His opaque eyelids flickered
over the dark cesspools. With a paw, he scratched himself behind the
ear. "Gee, Kay, he's certainly not anyone I saw, but that grin."
Without out a word, Kay pulled out a second photo, one which shown X
without his human suit.
Instantly, Sam eyes widen in terror. He swallowed shallowly and
nodded. He answered in a hoarse whisper. "He walked up to me in the
kitchen, complaining about the food I cooked. He said that it was not
spicy enough. Then he threatened me, asking that if I was trying to
rip him off."
"Sounds like our boy all right," Jay said with a smirk.
Kay ignored the wisecrack and asked if Sam had seen where X had gone.
"Yeah, he tookse a taxi. I hope I never had to seez him again," the
alien squeaked. A shiver rippled his fur.
Kay showed the photo with X in his suit. "Did you get the license and
did he left wearing this."
Sam shook his mangy head. "I didn't get the number, and I never saw
his suit at all."
Jay and Kay thanked him and left.
"Now what?" Jay said as he climbed into the LTD. "There's hundreds of
taxis in New York. How are we going to find which one X took?"
"There's hundreds of taxis in New York," Kay started the
ignition. "But only at least 75 driven by alien cabbies."
"And what makes you think X took one with an alien driver?"
"X wasn't wearing his suit, remember? Driver didn't get frightened.
Which means X had the driver arranged to arrive there for him."
Jay sat back in frustration. He had hoped that this would end
quickly. X always had to go off and do something foolish, and they
sometimes had to be the ones to save his butt. And he never shown any
gratitude as well. Their alien agent was more trouble than it was
worth to have him.
Suddenly the car screeched to a halt. A dark shape in the alley
disappeared into the shadows.
Jay instantly wrapped his fingers around the cricket in his breast
pocket. Whatever it was in there was huge.
Kay didn't say anything, but took his Carbonizer and cocked it. He
got out and Jay followed suit.
Cautiously, they walked into a dark alley off the side of the road.
Trash cans that lined the walls reeked of the garbage left out for
three days. The vile smell stung Jay's nose and he did his best to
hold his breath.
He turned back at his partner, who had bent down to examine the
ground.
"Kay, what is it," he whispered. His eyes darted at the dark corners
of the alley.
"Careful Slick, we're up against something different."
Jay dared a glance at the patch of broken concrete. The concrete
around the edges crumpled away. But smashed concrete always had chips
in it. This one didn't. It was as it if the concrete was dissolved
into sand.
He gripped his cricket tighter and forced himself to breathe
normally, or as normally as the garbage would permit him.
A loud clang echoed through the alley when the lid of a trash can
fell to the ground. A rat hopped out and hissed at them. Then it
scurried into a storm drain.
Jay felt his shoulders loosened. He only let himself relax for a
second.
That second proved fatal.
One second he was hunting for the perp, the next he felt himself
being lifted. He heard Kay called for him. Then he felt himself being
hurled away and colliding into something. The object let out a grunt
and Jay knew he was being thrown into Kay. Pain seared through his
body. As he fell, the world mercifully claimed him.
human eye it would have looked like an abandoned shack. In reality,
it was a pub where many of the universe's species hang out, as well
as many of the scum.
Jay looked at his partner in puzzlement. "Checkin' on the latest
gossip?"
Kay nodded and added, "On our Agent X. It's one of his favorite
spots." He slipped his Carbonizer into his pocket. Usually he
wouldn't need it when visiting a pub like this. But with fights
breaking out inside most pubs recently, it felt good to have it by
his side.
Jay knocked upon the door and a panel slid aside.
"Whose there?" a low voice called.
Kay peered at the hole. "Easy Sam, it's just us."
Instantly the panel closed and the door opened for them. Sam peered
out cautiously. With his luminous black eyes and the fur on his body,
he looked like a ferret, with just as much as a curious nose.
"What can I do youse for," Sam whispered.
Kay peered about him then bent down to the ferret-alien. "We're
looking for a MIB agent, Agent X." He pulled out a crumpled photo.
Sam gazed intently at it for a while. His opaque eyelids flickered
over the dark cesspools. With a paw, he scratched himself behind the
ear. "Gee, Kay, he's certainly not anyone I saw, but that grin."
Without out a word, Kay pulled out a second photo, one which shown X
without his human suit.
Instantly, Sam eyes widen in terror. He swallowed shallowly and
nodded. He answered in a hoarse whisper. "He walked up to me in the
kitchen, complaining about the food I cooked. He said that it was not
spicy enough. Then he threatened me, asking that if I was trying to
rip him off."
"Sounds like our boy all right," Jay said with a smirk.
Kay ignored the wisecrack and asked if Sam had seen where X had gone.
"Yeah, he tookse a taxi. I hope I never had to seez him again," the
alien squeaked. A shiver rippled his fur.
Kay showed the photo with X in his suit. "Did you get the license and
did he left wearing this."
Sam shook his mangy head. "I didn't get the number, and I never saw
his suit at all."
Jay and Kay thanked him and left.
"Now what?" Jay said as he climbed into the LTD. "There's hundreds of
taxis in New York. How are we going to find which one X took?"
"There's hundreds of taxis in New York," Kay started the
ignition. "But only at least 75 driven by alien cabbies."
"And what makes you think X took one with an alien driver?"
"X wasn't wearing his suit, remember? Driver didn't get frightened.
Which means X had the driver arranged to arrive there for him."
Jay sat back in frustration. He had hoped that this would end
quickly. X always had to go off and do something foolish, and they
sometimes had to be the ones to save his butt. And he never shown any
gratitude as well. Their alien agent was more trouble than it was
worth to have him.
Suddenly the car screeched to a halt. A dark shape in the alley
disappeared into the shadows.
Jay instantly wrapped his fingers around the cricket in his breast
pocket. Whatever it was in there was huge.
Kay didn't say anything, but took his Carbonizer and cocked it. He
got out and Jay followed suit.
Cautiously, they walked into a dark alley off the side of the road.
Trash cans that lined the walls reeked of the garbage left out for
three days. The vile smell stung Jay's nose and he did his best to
hold his breath.
He turned back at his partner, who had bent down to examine the
ground.
"Kay, what is it," he whispered. His eyes darted at the dark corners
of the alley.
"Careful Slick, we're up against something different."
Jay dared a glance at the patch of broken concrete. The concrete
around the edges crumpled away. But smashed concrete always had chips
in it. This one didn't. It was as it if the concrete was dissolved
into sand.
He gripped his cricket tighter and forced himself to breathe
normally, or as normally as the garbage would permit him.
A loud clang echoed through the alley when the lid of a trash can
fell to the ground. A rat hopped out and hissed at them. Then it
scurried into a storm drain.
Jay felt his shoulders loosened. He only let himself relax for a
second.
That second proved fatal.
One second he was hunting for the perp, the next he felt himself
being lifted. He heard Kay called for him. Then he felt himself being
hurled away and colliding into something. The object let out a grunt
and Jay knew he was being thrown into Kay. Pain seared through his
body. As he fell, the world mercifully claimed him.