The White Sheep and The Black Wolf Part12
Elle shivered. But it wasn't the cold dampness of the sewers that
chilled her. It was something else. Something dark. Something
sinister.
She thought it was strange that she had this reaction. After all, she
had gone into much worse places, ranging from being inside the heart
of a bug nest to the core of a very unstable atom. Yet she met these
challenges head on. Never had she backed away or hesitate.
But for some reason this sewer gave her pause. Glancing at her
detector, she got the feeling that despite its readings it was not
revealing her something.
As she continued through the labyrinth its alarm frequency increased.
Then as she came around a corner, it shrilled.
Elle grimaced at the loudness of it and shut it off. But as she did
so, a low moaning could be heard.
Taking a deep breath, Elle turned the corner. She nearly fell over by
sudden loss of control of her body. Dropping unto one knee, she
fought to keep her mind above the wave of chaos. Gasping, she got on
all fours and crawled back the way she came.
Then Elle laid upon her side, panting. Just as fast as the
psychokinetic waves' effects had came upon her, they disappeared.
Elle had no idea that waves were that powerful. Which would mean big
problems for MIB. Just as she was about to contact HQ and report her
findings, the moaning became more insistent.
"Okay, I'm coming!" Elle shouted. She reached into her pocket and
pulled out a small disc-shaped metal object. Because humans could
tolerate only a small dose of psychic waves, this device was
specially crafted to hold back 500 nics.
But Elle was worried at the readings her detector gave. It had
reported 498 nics of psychic energy. And since this was only the
psychic wake (the residue left after a psychic encounter, which
gradually decays over time), it could mean either the psychic
creature had been at the scene quite recently or it was more powerful
than MIB had anticipated. She certainly hoped it wasn't the latter.
Placing the object around her neck, she gave it a twist and it
activated. Now she had a shield to protect her from the psychic waves.
She proceeded toward the source of the moaning. Elle still keep her
Carbonizer out. Though the sounds seem to indicate that someone was
in pain, it could really be an ambush.
But as she came on the scene, it was apparent that this was no ambush
but rather the results of one. Huge chunks of cement littered the
ground, the biggest was the size of a small car. A bashed up
hovercycle was nearly buried by pipes.
The moan came again, only louder from a pile of rubble.
Elle dropped to her knees and began digging to free the victim. "Hang
on," Elle cried. Her efforts uncovered a hand, which she recognized
as belonging to a Zulian, one of the most business profiting species.
Sometimes they were known for their discreet and trickery. When they
did get caught, their hard-scaled bodies came in handy. But in case
this one chose to be discreet, Elle would have her Carbon Rifle out
for back up just in case he decided to pull a fast one. According to
Zulian business laws, the person with the bigger guns get the better
deal.
Finally she manage to free the Zulian. She took a step back and held
the rifle poised above him. Zulians were also known for their
hostile attitudes, and because they could tolerate 750 nics, he could
still attack her full strength.
"Please don't hurt...oh it's just a human," the Zulian scoffed. Pushing
himself into a sitting position, he peered at her with his reptilian
eyes. "Come on Sweetheart, drop the weapon. You might hurt yourself."
Elle pressed the barrel of the gun against his chest. "You're going
to be the one that gets hurt if you don't tell me how you manage to
steal that suit you're wearing."
"I ain't telling you nothing," he hissed.
"Who attacked you?"
"Bite me."
Elle saw she wasn't getting anywhere quick and obviously threats
would charm the snake into handing her the gem.
She glanced at the cycle that laid next to them. Then something
caught her eye. A gray case with the MIB logo jutted out from a pile
of rocks. Opening it she found 200 Zulian dollars inside.
Elle glared at the Zulian. It was the same missing 200 Zulian dollars
that had gone missing from the Vault when X withdrew it on the day
of his escape.
Suddenly an idea struck her. She smiled sweetly at her hostage. "Tell
you what if you agree to help me, I'll let you keep the cash."
"Do I walk free?"
"Yes."
The Zulian grinned and rubbed his chin with a leathery clawed
hand. "Hmm. Do I get a weapon of choice with that?"
Elle cocked the trigger and the Carbon Rifle let out a high pitch
whine. "I suggest you take the previous offer."
The Zulian nodded. "You drive a hard bargain, but a good one. Indeed
you'd would've been a fine Zulian trader."
"Thanks, I think. Now speak."
"Okay, okay. I stole the suit from some amateur MIB. As well as the
loot on him." He chuckled. "Like stealing candy from a baby."
Elle rested the rifle at his neck. "That's my partner you're talking
about. Now tell me where he is and who attacked you?" She pressed the
gun's barrel deeper into his neck for emphasis.
The Zulian frowned. "This is abuse you know. You don't have any
reason to hold me."
"You're correct when you say I have no right to hold you. But I must
be taking up some of my partner's habits (she shuddered at the
thought of it). However I would say with holding information from MIB
is a reason. Now answer my questions."
The Zulian sighed. "All right some human-headed freak attacked me."
"Human? But how... what a minute. Did the face look like this?" She
pulled up Alpha's Database upon her hand-held laptop.
"Yeah! That's the bozo who tried to kill me. But when he took a good
look at me, he said that I wasn't the alien agent he was looking for."
Elle figured the rest out. Alpha was looking for X but why? It didn't
make sense. Whatever the reason, it still meant her partner was
endangered. She got to warn him.
"Show me where my partner is," she demanded.
"All right. Follow me," he hissed.
Elle shivered. But it wasn't the cold dampness of the sewers that
chilled her. It was something else. Something dark. Something
sinister.
She thought it was strange that she had this reaction. After all, she
had gone into much worse places, ranging from being inside the heart
of a bug nest to the core of a very unstable atom. Yet she met these
challenges head on. Never had she backed away or hesitate.
But for some reason this sewer gave her pause. Glancing at her
detector, she got the feeling that despite its readings it was not
revealing her something.
As she continued through the labyrinth its alarm frequency increased.
Then as she came around a corner, it shrilled.
Elle grimaced at the loudness of it and shut it off. But as she did
so, a low moaning could be heard.
Taking a deep breath, Elle turned the corner. She nearly fell over by
sudden loss of control of her body. Dropping unto one knee, she
fought to keep her mind above the wave of chaos. Gasping, she got on
all fours and crawled back the way she came.
Then Elle laid upon her side, panting. Just as fast as the
psychokinetic waves' effects had came upon her, they disappeared.
Elle had no idea that waves were that powerful. Which would mean big
problems for MIB. Just as she was about to contact HQ and report her
findings, the moaning became more insistent.
"Okay, I'm coming!" Elle shouted. She reached into her pocket and
pulled out a small disc-shaped metal object. Because humans could
tolerate only a small dose of psychic waves, this device was
specially crafted to hold back 500 nics.
But Elle was worried at the readings her detector gave. It had
reported 498 nics of psychic energy. And since this was only the
psychic wake (the residue left after a psychic encounter, which
gradually decays over time), it could mean either the psychic
creature had been at the scene quite recently or it was more powerful
than MIB had anticipated. She certainly hoped it wasn't the latter.
Placing the object around her neck, she gave it a twist and it
activated. Now she had a shield to protect her from the psychic waves.
She proceeded toward the source of the moaning. Elle still keep her
Carbonizer out. Though the sounds seem to indicate that someone was
in pain, it could really be an ambush.
But as she came on the scene, it was apparent that this was no ambush
but rather the results of one. Huge chunks of cement littered the
ground, the biggest was the size of a small car. A bashed up
hovercycle was nearly buried by pipes.
The moan came again, only louder from a pile of rubble.
Elle dropped to her knees and began digging to free the victim. "Hang
on," Elle cried. Her efforts uncovered a hand, which she recognized
as belonging to a Zulian, one of the most business profiting species.
Sometimes they were known for their discreet and trickery. When they
did get caught, their hard-scaled bodies came in handy. But in case
this one chose to be discreet, Elle would have her Carbon Rifle out
for back up just in case he decided to pull a fast one. According to
Zulian business laws, the person with the bigger guns get the better
deal.
Finally she manage to free the Zulian. She took a step back and held
the rifle poised above him. Zulians were also known for their
hostile attitudes, and because they could tolerate 750 nics, he could
still attack her full strength.
"Please don't hurt...oh it's just a human," the Zulian scoffed. Pushing
himself into a sitting position, he peered at her with his reptilian
eyes. "Come on Sweetheart, drop the weapon. You might hurt yourself."
Elle pressed the barrel of the gun against his chest. "You're going
to be the one that gets hurt if you don't tell me how you manage to
steal that suit you're wearing."
"I ain't telling you nothing," he hissed.
"Who attacked you?"
"Bite me."
Elle saw she wasn't getting anywhere quick and obviously threats
would charm the snake into handing her the gem.
She glanced at the cycle that laid next to them. Then something
caught her eye. A gray case with the MIB logo jutted out from a pile
of rocks. Opening it she found 200 Zulian dollars inside.
Elle glared at the Zulian. It was the same missing 200 Zulian dollars
that had gone missing from the Vault when X withdrew it on the day
of his escape.
Suddenly an idea struck her. She smiled sweetly at her hostage. "Tell
you what if you agree to help me, I'll let you keep the cash."
"Do I walk free?"
"Yes."
The Zulian grinned and rubbed his chin with a leathery clawed
hand. "Hmm. Do I get a weapon of choice with that?"
Elle cocked the trigger and the Carbon Rifle let out a high pitch
whine. "I suggest you take the previous offer."
The Zulian nodded. "You drive a hard bargain, but a good one. Indeed
you'd would've been a fine Zulian trader."
"Thanks, I think. Now speak."
"Okay, okay. I stole the suit from some amateur MIB. As well as the
loot on him." He chuckled. "Like stealing candy from a baby."
Elle rested the rifle at his neck. "That's my partner you're talking
about. Now tell me where he is and who attacked you?" She pressed the
gun's barrel deeper into his neck for emphasis.
The Zulian frowned. "This is abuse you know. You don't have any
reason to hold me."
"You're correct when you say I have no right to hold you. But I must
be taking up some of my partner's habits (she shuddered at the
thought of it). However I would say with holding information from MIB
is a reason. Now answer my questions."
The Zulian sighed. "All right some human-headed freak attacked me."
"Human? But how... what a minute. Did the face look like this?" She
pulled up Alpha's Database upon her hand-held laptop.
"Yeah! That's the bozo who tried to kill me. But when he took a good
look at me, he said that I wasn't the alien agent he was looking for."
Elle figured the rest out. Alpha was looking for X but why? It didn't
make sense. Whatever the reason, it still meant her partner was
endangered. She got to warn him.
"Show me where my partner is," she demanded.
"All right. Follow me," he hissed.