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agentvee:

“Recon, got it,” V flashed Z as innocent a grin as she could muster. As much as she preferred to be in the thick of the action, she wasn’t going to mess this up for him. “Don’t put yourself down, Z. You’re definitely more than capable of saving your own fine ass,” she clucked by way of reassuring him. She punched the elevator button for down so they could descend to the parking level, and leaned against the wall whilst she waited. “I’ve been out of the game too long, I had no idea the Shirans were smuggling these days.”

Z shook his head. He didn’t have to be a detective to know V was itching for action. Being confined to a desk will do that to you.

“They recently just got into it,” Z said, “And it was a surprise. They used to be pretty compliant, but I guess they’ve found someone or something that gives them something we can’t.” He paused for a while and stepped out once the doors opened. “Or maybe they’re being pushed into this.”

#V

#mib:ooc

Sorry for not being active (or putting this under a read more since I’m mobile) these past few days. I’ll be back tomorrow :)

#mib:ooc

agentgg:

GG didn’t like being reduced to the muscle, but she got the logic behind it. She had more than a few tricks up her sleeve when it came to gadgets that could reduce anybody to tears. “I don’t think they do understanding you,” she interjected. As much as she didn’t want to play this part, she would do so to the best of her capabilities. She moved from the wall over to their suspect, laying an array of wicked looking devices on the table between them. They were all decommissioned, of course- the real weapons were safely tucked away on her person, but they made an impressive display all the same. “Perhaps this will help,” she held up a particularly vicious looking, rod-shaped device.

Z watched GG do her work. Despite her not relishing the fact that she was playing this role, as she let him know a few moments earlier, Z saw that she sold it nonetheless. All part of the job, he guessed. With all the tools she laid out and knowing GG knew how to utilize every single one of them, Z started to genuinely feel concerned for the suspect.

“Look, you do not want to know where that goes,” Z said, beckoning to the tool in GG’s hands, “Or what it does once it’s in there.” He paused to watch the suspect, sweating profusely. Two things will happen, Z surmised: either the guy’s gonna talk, or GG will use another threat and push the guy over the edge.

#GG

agentvee:

V jumped up, shrugging her suit jacket on over her shirt. “It beats sitting around here, Z. If nothing else, we get to have a cool road trip and stop at McDonald’s on the way back.” Sure, there was a Burger King on site, but you couldn’t beat the McDonald’s fries. “I’ll drive. Driver picks the music,” she smiled sweetly. Her excitement was palpable. Even though he couldn’t guarantee any action, she enjoyed the rare mission she got with Z these days. In all honesty, she enjoyed showing off to him how much she had grown over the years. Of anybody else, it was his approval she craved.

Z knew better than to argue with V. He gave a slight chuckle and followed her to the car. “Strictly recon, alright?” Z said as he got into the car. “Unless something comes up, and then you can save this old man’s ass,” he quipped. He took out his MIB sanctioned smartphone to check the details of the place they were going to - a wet market. “Anyways, it’s just a rumored venue where some Shirans are smuggling intergalactic goods, so it shouldn’t descend into chaos or anything.” He shut off his phone before adding, “Hopefully.”

#V

missjagent:

“NOT QUALIFIED or terrified?” she questioned the other, hoping it would at least get him a little curious — because she was far from it and needed inspiration and motivation. “don’t worry, i don’t think any of the boys down there have had much of a conversation with a woman in a while. i doubt it’ll be too bad.”

“Uh, both?” Z said truthfully. “I’m not a woman, so... I’m not sure how you can test things on me or... did I just misunderstand something or...” he stammered.

#J

agcntoh:

let the record show that while o often appeared utterly incompetent, she was not so useless as one might assume. she was a good linguist, she was a good communicator, and she was excellent at pretending to be better at something than she was. so she stood slightly behind agent z, arms crossed, face very uncharacteristically stony—well, no one could say she wasn’t trying. when the suspect remained silent, she leaned forward just a bit. “i may not look like much,” she started, in a dangerously smooth voice, a hint of honey with the serrated edge of a cutting knife, “but i promise you, you’re going to want to start talking.”

Z knew what he was dealing with in respect to both the suspect and the agent with him. Sure, he would’ve preferred someone a little more intimidating. Not necessarily physically, but someone who would actually make threats and go through with it. O was a good agent, but this wasn’t exactly her forte. Z had no choice though since Q told the both of them to interrogate the suspect, and since he knew O wouldn’t really be good in questioning, he proposed that she did her best and act... well, badass.

Z gave a slight nod to O, a non-verbal way of him telling her she’s doing good, and turned back to the suspect. Defiantly, the Kavorian sat back in his seat and grunted. Z inched closer. “Are you sure? My colleague is very keen to get her hands dirty,” Z said in a low voice. The Kavorian avoided eye contact, but Z saw him steal a glance at O and tremble a bit.

Z smiled. “Your choice,” Z took a few steps back and turned to O. “Go ahead. Do your worst.” All the while, he looked at O as if to relay another non-verbal message: Put on a show.

#oh this is gonna be HILARIOUS XD #O

agent-i:

i rolled his shoulders and neck, joints popping. the stellarian regarded him with a sneer, but i could see the panic in his eyes. “you probably think i’m just gonna smack you around. ordinarily i would, but i’d hate to break your jaw before you told us what we want to know. instead. i’ve planned a nice spa day for you.” from his inside jacket pocket, i withdrew a small glass pot, a wooden tongue depressor, and some paper strips. “oh good, it’s still hot.” opening the pot, he spooned some wax onto the depressor, then began to spread it along the stellarian’s, skull encompassing unibrow. then, he pat the paper strips along the wax, patting it down securely. “now, where are the rest of your terrorist alien buddies?”

Z sat back in his chair and watched I do his work. Flourishing the “tools” in front of the suspect was a great show to intimidate, and as the depressor went on its brow, the Stellarian began to squirm and writhe uncomfortably. Meanwhile, Z just watched the show from his seat.

“It’s a really simple question,” Z said.

The Stellarian started speaking - more like squeaking - in its native language. A case a few years ago meant Z had to study Stellarian and fortunately some of it still stuck with him so that he understood just what it was saying: I know nothing! I know nothing!

“The footage we have says otherwise, Mikey,” Z said, “So ‘fess up, or I’s gonna give that strip a pull.”

The Stellarian continued his declaration to which Z gave a nonchalant shrug. “I guess that’s that. Pull it, I.”

#I

agcntjj:

she loved this version of the good-cop-bad-cop routine. making her, the five-foot-two, hundred-ten pound young agent out to be the physical threat in the room was a surprisingly effective tool. the weaker ones let their minds get away from them, imaging all the horrible things someone like her would have to do to end up with such a reputation. she smacked her gum loudly. the alien flinched. “do we understand each other?” she echoed her partner, hoping he would, because whatever the suspect imagined was much more frightening than anything she could do.

JJ’s small frame and gender makes almost everyone instantly underestimate her, which of course is a grievous mistake. Z knew the young woman was formidable in both physical prowess and intellect. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t be an agent. The alien flinched at the young woman’s words, but for some idiotic reason, managed to insult JJ despite his voice and his entire being trembling to its core.

“You-you... think you can... intimidate me... you small girl?” He let out a laugh. A nervous laugh, really.

Z shook his head. “You asked for it.” He glanced at JJ and gave her a slight nod, meaning only one thing: Go ahead.

#JJ

agcnttango:

Her back pressed against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, ankle crossed over the other. T had patience but she also had anger … enough of it to spare into her knuckles if need be. She wasn’t violent in nature per say, but it didn’t take a lot to push her there either. One brow quirked when she was gestured to, and T even moved to take off the jacket over her button-down shirt. Tie went over her shoulder, cuffs unbuttoned to be rolled. “I don’t mind getting a little dirty, Z.”

Sure, he claimed it wasn’t the “good cop, bad cop” routine, but Z had to give the suspect a choice: the easy way or the hard way. With the way the alien gazed at T as she unbuttoned her cuffs, Z was hoping the suspect would be more compliant and talk now.

“So?” Z asked, his hands on the table and his gaze focused on the suspect. The alien visibly trembled but kept its mouth shut.

“Well, I guess we have our answer,” Z said nonchalantly. “T?”

#T

agent-i:

agent z seemed almost like a different person when he was on the job. he wasn’t really any more extroverted, but he was a lot tougher-seeming. at least to eye he was. on cue, he flexed his biceps. the material of his suit jacket creaked noticeably as he did so. the stellairian eyed him warily, but kept his mouth shut. “that is not how the men in black work,” the alien snarled, lip curling bravely in a smirk. “gee, z, it looks like he has us beat. this guy who doesn’t know anything about us is telling us how we run our operation. what do you think, is that something we do here at the m-i-b?”

Z gazed as I made put on a physically domineering show, which wasn’t a challenge for I since he’s such a specimen to behold already. That certainly is going to help their case if the Stellarian didn’t give in to Z’s verbal “admonishments”.

With the snarl that came from the alien’s lips and I’s remarks, Z made his way to a chair at the far end of the room and sat himself down, straightening his suit. “I’m not sure, I,” Z said cooly. “Why don’t you show our friend here exactly how we do things around here?” With that, Z glanced at Stellarian and gave him a shrug as if to say, You asked for it.

#I

“I’m not going to waste your time,” Z said as he walked over to the interrogation table where the suspect sat. “And really, I want this to be over as much as you do. I’ve got better things to do, and so does my fellow agent over there,” he beckoned to the wall where the other agent stood. “There’s not gonna be a show of bad cop and good cop, but I can promise you that while I may deal with you verbally, my colleague over here will deal with you... physically.” He paused for effect, letting the remark sink in. “So, do we understand each other?”

#mib:start #so Z and your agent are interrogating someone #:D

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❝I can’t remember where I put my neuralizer…❞ It was a sentence she’d said more than a few times during her first year with MIB, but after three years, one would expect an agent to be used to keeping up with their items. However, the killer headache suggested that her forgetfulness was not, in fact, due to self-neuralizing. ❝Can someone turn down the lights?❞

agentzee-blog

Z was sitting at his desk, his head buried in some file, when a small commotion came from W’s desk. Z glanced at her from the file he was reading, and when she made her request, he heard a bunch of junior agents at the side snicker and whisper to each other. With his signature raised eyebrow, he dropped the file on his desk, glanced over at the agents, and said monotonously yet sternly, “You heard the agent.” The juniors immediately scampered and complied with W’s request.

“See it?” Z asked.

#W

missjagent-deactivated20171127

“the BOYS AT THE LAB came up with new toys for w o m e n. wanna help me test them out?”

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“Um... I don’t think I’m really... qualified.”

#J

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agentvee:

“It’ll all work out,” V said, optimistically. It wasn’t like the agency were going to fire her any time soon. They already had the opportunity to neuralyze her, and instead opted to recruit her. “As long as I get to keep my job, right?” she shot him a grin.

His offer had her jumping out her seat, her eagerness evident. She was starting to go stir crazy stuck in the obvious. “I knew you’d come through for me, Z. This is why you’re my favourite,” she grinned, snatching up her tailored blazer and swinging it around her shoulders. “Where are we headed? I’ll drive.”

Z gave a rare, tiny smile. V being fired from MIB? Unthinkable. Z knew he couldn’t even take credit despite unofficially training her because all he really did was show her the ropes. The skills and talent were all her.

Z put down his mug of coffee in his usual non-flamboyant fashion and stood up, straightening his suit. “Brooklyn,” said Z. “But it might be nothing. I’m not making any promises.”

#V

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