The White Sheep and The Black Wolf Part26

X stared down at the rushing water below as he strode across the Brooklyn Bridge. The lapping waves called to him, beckoning him to jump in and end his life. They promised the end of his living under his father's shadow and of others ridicule.

But no, not today. He had to hold on until he made sure Elle was well enough to handle Alpha. He had to get everything ready for her; from the medicine to weapons to transportation. The sooner these plans were made, the faster she could save what was left of MIB.

After an hour of walking he finally came to Jeebs' Pawn Shop, the place with almost anything weapons from the Milky Way, even from the black market.

Upon entering, Jeebs looked up. "Oh Agent X. I'm sorry, but we're closed. Now beat it!"

"You're in a rush," X said as he saw that Jeebs was packing. "Why?"

"You'd be rushing too if you want to save your hide from the Hook'tak invasion," Jeebs replied as he stuffed an armful of junk into the case. "There's gonna be nothing left on this planet after
the Hook'tak and the Federation get through with each other."

"Just great." X muttered. Then loudly, "Anyway, you got anything good that could work against psychic waves?"

Jeebs sneered. "Nothing for you. Not after you tried to set me up as bait. I'm selling you nothing."

Then Jeebs found himself staring down the barrel of X's Carbonizer, which emitted a shrill whine.

"Wrong answer," X said. "Now try again. He pressed the gun closer to Jeebs' head.

Jeebs frowned. "You know, now that MIB is gone, you don't have any right to hassle civilians."

X glowered but then it was replaced by a lopsided grin. With a deft had he shot at the moose head above Jeebs.

Jeebs looked up. "What the...?" Then his body splattered as the ornament came crashing down upon him.

"Bllluuuhhh...That really stings!" Jeebs complained as he reformed himself. X seized him by the front of his jacket.

"I don't need MIB authorization to kick you butt. Now show me the merchandise."

"Fine, fine." He reached down and pressed a button beneath the counter. Shelves flipped over to reveal the hidden lethal goods inside.

There laying in the middle of a shelf was what X was seeking for. He examined the Noisy Cricket, the disk worked with enough juice to nullify 5000 nics of psychic energy, evening the odds in favor of the user.

"That'll be $200 for that."

X took two of them. "I can't pay for these now, but put them on my tab." He headed for the door.

"Sure," Jeebs grumbled. Then suddenly a thought hit him. "Hey wait a minute! Your tab is on MIB's account. How will you pay..."

"They'll be back," X called over his shoulder. "Just put it on hold."