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gone_byebyeJuly 13, 2006
Men in Black Headquarters
New York City
Guard duty on the portal level of Men in Black headquarters was not generally considered a very exciting duty. Oh, yeah, once in a while you got something ooky going on, but most of the time the Pilantroids' equipment kept the dimensional variability that periodically opened into the Milliways spacetime bubble from opening up anywhere but one particular room- and since the only way anything from the bubble ever came through was if it had originated in this dimension to start with, it really didn't make for much in the way of excitement. Even that patch last year where the Pilantroid architectural alterations had broken down and a portal had opened in the Agents' locker room hadn't lasted long. The new repairs (Reverse Engineering's work more than anything purely off-world) had held. It was quiet. Zedd liked quiet. It meant he had one less thing to worry about. Still, you couldn't trust quiet forever; he'd learned that in the Army, and so he liked to check up on the guards once in a while. Just in case something happened, you know. Standard protocol.
"Rise and shine, ladies! This isn't Area G!"
"Area G would be more interesting," muttered the younger of the two guards. The older rolled his eyes as he came to his feet. They weren't Agents- the field situation was such that he couldn't spare any of the actual Agents to stand around and wait for nothing to happen. The result was a tendency towards insubordination.
"In our line of work, the less interesting, the better-"
"Sir?" said the older guard, blinking a few times and pointing over Zedd's shoulder. Zedd knew better than to ask questions. He turned.
There was silence for a moment on both sides of the door in the air.
"Looking for a one-way ticket to Cottman Four?" Zedd said at last, eyes narrowing dangerously.
"No, sir," said Ray, who was standing on the other side of the Milliways door. He had one hand on the doorknob, and was holding a briefcase in the other. "I'm not even coming through. I wanted to drop something off, though."
Zedd grunted. "Do I wanna know?"
"Maybe," said Ray. "Catch."
The briefcase was extraordinarily heavy for its size; Zedd staggered. "What in-"
"Give that to Agent Rho," Ray said. "He can explain." And the door swung shut and vanished.
".... the hell?"
July 13, 1987
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
"Egon?" said Janine. "Did we always have a door in that wall?"
Egon looked up and over in the direction Janine was pointing. "No," he said, slowly coming to his feet. "The emergency exits are all on the other side of Peter's office. Get the proton packs."
Janine started for the lockers, but the door opened before she could reach them. The other side was not the alley shared with the plumbing supply place next door, but a bar- one operating in full swing despite the relatively early hour of the day. She stared a little; Egon stared a lot. "Ray?" she said. "What the heck are you doing?"
"I'm not your Ray. I'm the one who showed up after the first really lost one showed up," said the Ray in the door; he was holding it open, but showed no inclination to pass through. "The one you guys grabbed in the basement, remember? You asked me about my point of origin and Peter asked me about the Cortlandt Street subway stop."
"I remember," said Egon slowly. "Something's happening, isn't it."
"Yeah, you could say that," Ray said. "Before I say anything else, how's the business going?"
"Operating at full swing," said Janine. "We got decent cash flow for once, you know."
"Okay, good. Here-" He held up a briefcase. "I can't come through. One of you guys, catch."
Egon grabbed the flung case out of the air with one hand.
"Nice moves, Spengs. You and the local value of me need to go over that. You might have to use it one day."
The door closed, and then there had never been a door at all.
July 13, 2003
Columbia University Department of Parapsychology, Manhattan
"Ellen?" called Thom from the next room over.
"Yeah?"
"Where's Professor Stantz?"
"I think he's over at North Moore running some new tests. Why?"
"Because he just opened the closet door from the other side and gave me a briefcase to give himself..."
Late April, 1992
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
"EGON!" Winston shouted. "MILLIWAYS IN THE PANTRY!"
But by the time the physicist got there, there was nothing in the pantry except a whole lot of junkfood and the briefcase Winston had in his hands.
July 13, 1988
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
"Slimer? This is REALLY IMPORTANT. No, you can't come in here. Listen, Slimer, you have to do this for me. Go and get the other Ray. You know. Your Ray. Yeah. Go get him. Tell him there's a package for him, from him. He'll understand."
Pause.
"Okay, you can have the candy bar first- but then you HAVE to go and get him. Thank you, Slimer."
July 13, 2006
Milliways Bar
Ray closed the door, leaned back against the wall, and let out a long, long, long exhale.
"Houston, we have backup," he said to no one in particular before going upstairs to take a good long shower.
Men in Black Headquarters
New York City
Guard duty on the portal level of Men in Black headquarters was not generally considered a very exciting duty. Oh, yeah, once in a while you got something ooky going on, but most of the time the Pilantroids' equipment kept the dimensional variability that periodically opened into the Milliways spacetime bubble from opening up anywhere but one particular room- and since the only way anything from the bubble ever came through was if it had originated in this dimension to start with, it really didn't make for much in the way of excitement. Even that patch last year where the Pilantroid architectural alterations had broken down and a portal had opened in the Agents' locker room hadn't lasted long. The new repairs (Reverse Engineering's work more than anything purely off-world) had held. It was quiet. Zedd liked quiet. It meant he had one less thing to worry about. Still, you couldn't trust quiet forever; he'd learned that in the Army, and so he liked to check up on the guards once in a while. Just in case something happened, you know. Standard protocol.
"Rise and shine, ladies! This isn't Area G!"
"Area G would be more interesting," muttered the younger of the two guards. The older rolled his eyes as he came to his feet. They weren't Agents- the field situation was such that he couldn't spare any of the actual Agents to stand around and wait for nothing to happen. The result was a tendency towards insubordination.
"In our line of work, the less interesting, the better-"
"Sir?" said the older guard, blinking a few times and pointing over Zedd's shoulder. Zedd knew better than to ask questions. He turned.
There was silence for a moment on both sides of the door in the air.
"Looking for a one-way ticket to Cottman Four?" Zedd said at last, eyes narrowing dangerously.
"No, sir," said Ray, who was standing on the other side of the Milliways door. He had one hand on the doorknob, and was holding a briefcase in the other. "I'm not even coming through. I wanted to drop something off, though."
Zedd grunted. "Do I wanna know?"
"Maybe," said Ray. "Catch."
The briefcase was extraordinarily heavy for its size; Zedd staggered. "What in-"
"Give that to Agent Rho," Ray said. "He can explain." And the door swung shut and vanished.
".... the hell?"
July 13, 1987
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
"Egon?" said Janine. "Did we always have a door in that wall?"
Egon looked up and over in the direction Janine was pointing. "No," he said, slowly coming to his feet. "The emergency exits are all on the other side of Peter's office. Get the proton packs."
Janine started for the lockers, but the door opened before she could reach them. The other side was not the alley shared with the plumbing supply place next door, but a bar- one operating in full swing despite the relatively early hour of the day. She stared a little; Egon stared a lot. "Ray?" she said. "What the heck are you doing?"
"I'm not your Ray. I'm the one who showed up after the first really lost one showed up," said the Ray in the door; he was holding it open, but showed no inclination to pass through. "The one you guys grabbed in the basement, remember? You asked me about my point of origin and Peter asked me about the Cortlandt Street subway stop."
"I remember," said Egon slowly. "Something's happening, isn't it."
"Yeah, you could say that," Ray said. "Before I say anything else, how's the business going?"
"Operating at full swing," said Janine. "We got decent cash flow for once, you know."
"Okay, good. Here-" He held up a briefcase. "I can't come through. One of you guys, catch."
Egon grabbed the flung case out of the air with one hand.
"Nice moves, Spengs. You and the local value of me need to go over that. You might have to use it one day."
The door closed, and then there had never been a door at all.
July 13, 2003
Columbia University Department of Parapsychology, Manhattan
"Ellen?" called Thom from the next room over.
"Yeah?"
"Where's Professor Stantz?"
"I think he's over at North Moore running some new tests. Why?"
"Because he just opened the closet door from the other side and gave me a briefcase to give himself..."
Late April, 1992
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
"EGON!" Winston shouted. "MILLIWAYS IN THE PANTRY!"
But by the time the physicist got there, there was nothing in the pantry except a whole lot of junkfood and the briefcase Winston had in his hands.
July 13, 1988
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
"Slimer? This is REALLY IMPORTANT. No, you can't come in here. Listen, Slimer, you have to do this for me. Go and get the other Ray. You know. Your Ray. Yeah. Go get him. Tell him there's a package for him, from him. He'll understand."
Pause.
"Okay, you can have the candy bar first- but then you HAVE to go and get him. Thank you, Slimer."
July 13, 2006
Milliways Bar
Ray closed the door, leaned back against the wall, and let out a long, long, long exhale.
"Houston, we have backup," he said to no one in particular before going upstairs to take a good long shower.
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Date: 2006-07-13 10:09 pm (UTC)