Barely changed this one at all, it's still ridiculously, mind-bogglingly short. But hey, we're up to date on the rewrites now! Hopefully I'll have written an actual new chapter soon...
It had started earlier that morning with a warning message flashing up on the main screen and the inside of MiB had descended into anarchy.
Sherlock watched some of the other agents rush around like headless chickens around him.
Although this There was on average at least one major event per month according to the files he'd both read and hacked.
"Aren't you gonna ask what's happening?" J said, still vaguely shocked by the newest agent's calmness.
Sherlock shook his head. "Something has invaded, is threatening to invade, has released some form of plague or possibly Zed has just spilt his coffee all over a keyboard and unwittingly caused some kind of interstellar World War Three." His eyes narrowed, remembering the week before. "Again."
The Director had left most of the agency to panic at the lack of threats for at least half an hour before finally owning up to knocking over his mug directly onto the main console.
Sherlock didn't really approve of the older agents, especially Zed, always absorbed with the past and not really paying attention to the important details. They were worse everyone at Scotland Yard at home but fortunately just as amusing to irritate and mock.
"J, Holmes! Get your sorry asses over here!" Zed yelled.
J rolled his eyes and they both walked to where Zed and K were stood.
"We're in the middle of a crisis and all you two can do is talk about coffee!"
Sherlock smirked vaguely at the senior agent's irritation.
"This isn't funny, Holmes, there's a battle fleet above every major city on the planet!"
The tone caught Sherlock's attention.
"London?"
"Yes, London, and here smart ass."
Sherlock shook off the thoughts of home and refocused. "What do we do?"
There were steps behind him which stopped abruptly.
"The great Sherlock Holmes, asking a question. Never thought I'd live to see this." An Irish-accented voice said.
Sherlock spun around to his smug-faced nemesis. "You?"