The hyperspace leg from Yekub to Proxima Centauri is generally considered one of the most deadly dull in the galaxy. It’s only been about an hour and twenty minutes (Relatively speaking), and Agent K is already half out of his mind with boredom.
There's no Agent J around to torment or Agent Zed to antagonize. Not even an Annelid worm to roll his eyes over. The intergalactic newsfeeds and databanks are just the same old same old. As for Agent B, he’s still with the glow worms, handling all the petty details left over from K’s rough-justice peace-making. Agent Zed's reaction to that had been a record-long "...." but, dammit, it worked and that ought to be all that matters.
K spends five minutes imagining increasingly baroque and grotesque deaths for Walter Peck, but he has to give up when he realizes he can't top a scenario calling for twenty high-pressure tubes of Cheez-Whiz, five particularly horny tribbles, a ten-foot serrated pole (heavily greased), and a large sign with blinking, LED lights proclaiming, "Ghostbusters Rule!"
Systems check for his MiBlackberry: 30 seconds. Field-strip and rebuild of his neuralyzer: 2.5 minutes (a new record). Use of his MiB scanner on Agent V—-again—-to make sure he’s still human (thereby annoying the crap out of him): 4 minutes.
Only one hundred and five hours left to go.
K starts to think very seriously about neuralyzing himself.
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Eventually, finally, the MiB commandeered Arquillian fleet transport ship drops out of hyperspace. Almost home. But as soon as they're back in normal space, K finds an etherwave transmission waiting for him at the nearest deep-space depot. It's from Zed.
REPORT TO MIB HQ IMMEDIATELY STOP WALTERS AND MAXWELL PLANNING ROLLERBALL SHOWDOWN SPECTACULAR STOP MIB WILL HOST IT AS COMBAT LEVEL STRESS TEST OF NEW FACILITY END
No, wait, there's also a second transmission, but K can already guess what this one will be:
BY RECEIVING THIS YOU HAVE VOLUNTEERED TO BE ROLLERBALL PROJECT LEADER STOP NO NEED TO THANK ME END
K finishes the letter and squints. Yup, he can feel that first headache coming on already.
That neuralyzer is just looking better and better.
There's no Agent J around to torment or Agent Zed to antagonize. Not even an Annelid worm to roll his eyes over. The intergalactic newsfeeds and databanks are just the same old same old. As for Agent B, he’s still with the glow worms, handling all the petty details left over from K’s rough-justice peace-making. Agent Zed's reaction to that had been a record-long "...." but, dammit, it worked and that ought to be all that matters.
K spends five minutes imagining increasingly baroque and grotesque deaths for Walter Peck, but he has to give up when he realizes he can't top a scenario calling for twenty high-pressure tubes of Cheez-Whiz, five particularly horny tribbles, a ten-foot serrated pole (heavily greased), and a large sign with blinking, LED lights proclaiming, "Ghostbusters Rule!"
Systems check for his MiBlackberry: 30 seconds. Field-strip and rebuild of his neuralyzer: 2.5 minutes (a new record). Use of his MiB scanner on Agent V—-again—-to make sure he’s still human (thereby annoying the crap out of him): 4 minutes.
Only one hundred and five hours left to go.
K starts to think very seriously about neuralyzing himself.
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Eventually, finally, the MiB commandeered Arquillian fleet transport ship drops out of hyperspace. Almost home. But as soon as they're back in normal space, K finds an etherwave transmission waiting for him at the nearest deep-space depot. It's from Zed.
REPORT TO MIB HQ IMMEDIATELY STOP WALTERS AND MAXWELL PLANNING ROLLERBALL SHOWDOWN SPECTACULAR STOP MIB WILL HOST IT AS COMBAT LEVEL STRESS TEST OF NEW FACILITY END
No, wait, there's also a second transmission, but K can already guess what this one will be:
BY RECEIVING THIS YOU HAVE VOLUNTEERED TO BE ROLLERBALL PROJECT LEADER STOP NO NEED TO THANK ME END
K finishes the letter and squints. Yup, he can feel that first headache coming on already.
That neuralyzer is just looking better and better.