agent c

28, MIB

[agentcee-blog1]

agendelta:

D stood behind the other agent for a moment, taking in the glow of the city. “It’s nice and quiet,” He began, his eyes scanning over every detail, “But there’s still a lot of danger out there, you know. More cases to solve.” D never stopped trying to remove threats from the city. After he closed a case, he celebrated by starting another one. 

Agent C laughed a little. “I know. That’s part of the job, knowing about dangers most people don’t.” She was silent for a moment. “I don’t wish I were oblivious. I’m glad that whole galaxies have opened up before my eyes -- so many languages and lifestyles to learn about, it’s fascinating, I wouldn’t go back. It’s just that... Life used to be simpler. As quiet as it is now.”

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Case closed, Agent C found a moment of peace as the sun lowered over the glittering city in the distance. She took a seat, gazing towards the horizon. As another agent neared, she glanced up briefly. “Looks peaceful, doesn’t it?”

[adrianofsilvale-blog]

E strolled through the front with a large smile on his face. It had been a good day for him. “I got donuts!” He loudly exclaimed in the office. The large male walked into the employee lounge placing them on the table. He turned his attention to the first person to walk through. “Hey.” He smiled.

[agentcee-blog1]

With a heavy sigh, C took a seat in the lounge with her datapad. Briefing the Acamarian family had not gone as smoothly as she’d hoped, and she’d had to rely on her patchy understanding of their language as her communicator went on the fritz. She figured she’d got the main points across, but resolved to brush up on that alien language and others, so she wouldn’t face such a problem again. The donuts, and Agent E, were a welcome sight. “Hey, yourself. Thanks for the pick-me-up.”

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