~Flowers~
Flowers. He stared at the stunning arrangement with a deep and abiding sense of disgust. It was bad enough that those creatures had snuck past his guards, not even bothering to knock anyone out, slipped into his private lab, and stolen the technology he was sure would lead to their downfall, but they had the audacity, the gall, to leave behind a gift.
Not the gift he really wanted of course. What he really wanted was a sample of their unique DNA, to further his research and understand why their mutation didn't deteriorate, why their unnatural physiology held up, despite the aliens' meddlesome intervention into the path of their existence. No, they'd left him flowers. And a note, he noticed with a scowl. He considered the arrangement. Daisies. Carnations. Baby's breath. No threatening exotic species. In fact, he suspected they'd come from the shop on the corner of Bleeker and Third. In their signature colors, too. Typical.
He sneered, taking the note. No powder, no residue to indicate the presence of a chemical trap. He opened the envelope, tugging the small card from its paper prison, noting the Leader's familiar, elegant script. He read, and swore.
"Better luck next time."
A/N: This one was extremely satisfying to write.
I'm afraid I enjoy tormenting the good Agent just a little TOO much... because this is my favorite so far.