Professor Frink woke with a start. An alarm was coming from his “living” room. This wasn’t a proximity alarm for the apartment, however. It was a computer hacking alarm.
“Not another kid that thinks he can hack into . . .” Frink groaned as he got up to spike the bastard.
When he arrived at the screen, he found it already on. A single message was displayed in green across a black background.
SEVEN AM TOMORROW BAKERS SQUARE
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“Thirty ‘Baker’s Square’ locations in fifty-mile radius, and you choose the restaurant,” Frink said, annoyed.
Andy looked across the street at the massive, semi-skyscraper hospital and its subservient buildings. St. Luke’s Hospital has never stopped growing, especially with the recent Ensuringcare™ funding. Andy had to wonder if any less-than-legal research transpired in the basement levels of the gleaming center of healing.
Then Andy saw a vintage black sedan in the traffic on the busy street, similar to the team’s car. That might be the men they were waiting for.
After thirty more minutes of waiting to confirm his conjecture, Andy gave up. “Where are they?”
Suddenly a man in a black suit walked out of the kitchen area carrying a black suitcase. His movements were fairly stiff, and Andy could tell the man had rippling muscles under his suit.
He sat down at the team’s table next to Frink. Without even asking for a code or offering any explanation for his lateness, the man said electronically, “I am here on behalf of the MJ 12. My superiors have need of a double agent inside the ranks of the Illuminati agency known as Bureau 13. They are willing to offer you anything you want if you would be willing to accept the position.” The man spoke directly to Johnson, ignoring the other members.
“I see a certain hierarchy in his organization,” Frink whispered to Andy.
The man in black, who did not turn his head or shift his attention, said, “It appears as though your subordinates are speaking to each other without your consent, Agent Johnson. Perhaps my superiors were wrong to select you if you do not even have control over your direct inferiors.”
Johnson answered coyly, “Perhaps your superiors were wrong to send someone that questions my authority so greatly. After all, I was created before you.”
The man in black did not react. He simply waited for a definitive answer.
“Well, you have my support,” Johnson said. The man in black crossed his fingers and sat back in his chair, seemingly content. Then Johnson added, “Now you simply have to ask the other members of my team.”
The man in black frowned. “There is no need. As long as I have consent of the leader – ”
“And consent of the rest of the members,” interrupted Johnson.
The MiB frowned further. Then he begrudgingly looked around the table at the other three men. Not addressing any specific one, he seethed out the words, “Do any of you object to your leader’s decision?”
Bionic practically yelled out, “What is this all about?”
Before the others could cringe at the outburst, the MiB answered emotionlessly, “Do you or do you not wish to aid in the betterment of humanity by helping us eliminate the corrupt organization with witch you are currently employed?”
Bionic, bewildered, merely shook his head. “If my bud Mark says we should, I’m with him.”
Agent Andy then considered the man in black for a moment. “I’ll help,” he said after a time.
Frink asked, “Does we get access to technology, gadgets, and/or Flubber unique to your ‘organization?’”
The man in black answered cleverly, “Ask me when you join.”
Frink, defeated, nodded affirmatively in resignation.
Finally, the men in black unlocked his suitcase and pulled out four small cell-phone like devices with one large electronic sender/receiver.”
As he doled out the equipment, he said, “Use these devices to contact us with any useful information. A program in the transmitter will define ‘useful information.’ We trust that you will not be too obvious. Double agent training does not exist, ergo you must use common sense. We will contact you one the cellular devices at least once a month.”
With that, the man closed his suitcase, stood up, pulled out shades and put them on, and walked back into the kitchen area. None of the cooks or servicepeople took any notice of him.
After exchanging confused looks, the members of Team 13 hid their new tech and stood up, leaving a check on the table.
After the men stood up and left, the “nurse” sitting in the booth next to the men stood up.
Ramo the assassin just learned everything he needed to know about team 13's new allies. And all he had to do was kill one male nurse to find out.
Ramo walked out the front door, leaving a check on the table.
So simple.
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