Men In Black

"You are now an agent of a top secret government organisation that monitors and controls Extraterrestrial life on Earth."

So I have another rookie to deal with.

Another jerk who thinks he knows it all, looks like his thinks it.

Tall, pale, older than most of the rookies, long hair...

Told him Zed wouldn´t want the long hair. Its against union regulation, but `L´, the new boy, somehow got to the top and Zed gave him the okay on his hair.

Would pay to know how he did that.

Hell, I would kill to get my earring back.

"So?"

"So? Buddy, you´re one of the MIB now."

He looks at me. Something tells me this guy don´t like being called `buddy´. "So what do I have to do to instigate a successful alien invasion and wipe out all muggles that inhabit this miserable planet?"

Ex-cuse me?

"Did you say `instigate an alien invasion´?"

"You wouldn´t happen to be my echo, would you?" he says, looking at his walking cane. Its black with a big silver mother of a snake head for a handle. How in the Hell did he slip that past security? I gotta talk to Zed about this guy! "I was certain my voice sounded much more attractive."

"Buddy..."

He lifts a hand and pulls down his shades. Hot damn, never seen a whiteboy that can do that right before!

"Friend, I´m here for a simple reason. Well, two simple reasons. One, I make this suit look better than you could even dream of and two, I don´t like muggles, so I would be greatly obliged if you would inform me of some intergalatic way to wipe them all out."

"Muggles?"

He pushes his shades back up and lays both hands on snake-head. "You really are quite amusing, you know," he says and laughs. Almost sounds normal, but somethin´ ain´t right about this guy. "All right, chief, what are my duties?"

"First," I don´t know if I wanna be tellin´ him any of this. I don´t know how he got into the agency, but somethin´ tells me that it wasn´t the right way. "You gotta do exactly what I tell you."

"How very challenging."

How the hell did the NYC branch of the agency get an upper-class British whiteboy?

"I hear you have some kind of mind-wiping device?"

So this is what the guy wants?

"Yeah, we do, but only for use by trained members of the corps, buddy."

He smirks at me and I get that bad feelin´ about him again. "You don´t trust me, do you, friend?"

"I never said I was a friend of yours."

"And I´m quite relieved to hear you say so, dear fellow. I´m not a...friend sort of person, unless you really appreciate the concept of mass homicide, torture and all those other wonderful pleasures you can share with your children."

"All right, buddy, freeze."

"My, that´s a...small gun."

"Size don´t matter, buddy."

He smirks again. "I´m sure that´s what all the doctors say, dear boy, now, I would suggest you put the gun down."

"And why the hell would I do that, when I got a ragin´ psycho in it´s sights?"

He smiles again and there´s a stick of black wood pointed at me. "Trust me, dear boy, I wouldn´t want to hurt you."

I start to pull the trigger, but he´s already done something.

"Imperius!"

A flash of green light from the stick hits me and I feel real light and nothin´ seems to matter any more.

"Now, my dear boy," he says, patting me on the shoulder. "You´re going to tell me how to go about instigating a hostile alien invasion to wipe all muggles from the face of the planet, aren´t you?"

I feel myself nodding, even though I sure as hell don´t wanna. My feet start moving and I´m walking beside the guy. I hear my voice replying. "Sure, L, that sounds like a great idea."

"Please, dear boy," he laughs. "Call me Lucius."