yucca_isnt_porn: (conspiracy)
He was dead.

Actually he was even worse than dead, even worse off than the guys in section Z, who had to worry about their flesh falling off.

Two hours were wasted, along with that 4 hour lead the deranged bastard had on him, before R actually remembered just what else was in Utah.

And his initial survey of the Utah University campus proved to be a spot-on guess, even if he was by far too late to catch up with Roskow and whoever he was travelling with. The tourguide and the computer systems weren't his MO, which meant, possibly the guy was being used..or an accomplice to someone with a far greater range of talents.

Talents that included disguise.

R stared at his MiBlackberry and chugged down a fresh bottle of peptobismol.

None of the above would account for why he was going to be dead soon.

And he would have to make the call.

"Jesus fucking took a dump on a Krylian...Roskow, of all the faces you had to wear..."

-beep!-

"R! There had better be some good news!"

He was going to end up in the bottom of MiB with W for this, he just knew it.

After THIS

Oct. 5th, 2009 09:12 pm
yucca_isnt_porn: (conspiracy)
The very next day, after the RV had been towed away from the ditch and hauled to the repair shop...

On an abandoned stretch of road, miles from anywhere a boxy black ford pulled up to the side of the road and a young man with red hair in a black suit stepped out and took in the surroundings. There in the ditch were the remains of some sort of sensor array. And not too far off was the smell of burnt grease and flesh.

What little hope Agent R in the MiB had of having something appraching the day as usual for an average agent went away very quickly, hiking up towards the source of the smell.

"....oooooh boy."

Three seconds after making the call to headquarters the boss finally picked up.

"R! Where the HELL are you and why are you calling my office."

"It's about that party crasher sir, out in Utah."

"Good. Where?"

"...ooh...over there, up on the rock, on top of that bush, over there, up there and down there."

"Wonderful." Pause. "Who do we have to thank for this?"

Whatever his boss had in mind...it wasn't a handshake.

"You're going to love this."

"I'm all a tingle."

"Earth tech from the looks of it. There's a crash site, some RV tracks and the remains of someone's homebrew sensor array about 500 feet from where I'm standing, and human tracks leading to the point of disintegration."

"Get on who or whatever did this. I'm still dealing with the Hephastians over their ding dong ditch."

"Got it chief."

---------------
Two hours later.
---------------

R strode out of the repair shop and back into his car, before driving back to the scene of where it all happened.

Maybe neuralyzing himself would spare him the horror of having to explain how their least favorite conspiracy theorist had done this.

Maybe not.

"Boss."

"What've you got R."

"Darryl...'Mother'...Roskow."

Profile

yucca_isnt_porn: (Default)
yucca_isnt_porn

April 2010

S M T W T F S
    123
45 678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
252627282930 

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 25th, 2017 06:38 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios