After Helen

[k_in_black]

 
You wouldn’t expect it in a galaxy where a prominent race was singled out as "the Bugs," but a high percentage of interstellar races were insectoid in form. And most of the other alien sentients were creepers and crawlers of some other kind. Worm-like, roach-like, millipede-like, you name it. There were so many that Zed considered them strong proof that the galaxy was already on its way straight to hell even before it started going downhill.

K was inclined to be a little more philosophical about it.

Of course, there were plenty of humanoid races in the cosmos too, and Agents had at least as much contact with them. But most of those missions didn’t go all that well because a majority of the humanoid races had been classified by MiB as “special diplomatic challenges.” Or as Zed usually called them, “assholes.”

K usually found it a little harder to be philosophical about this part.

Like now, for example. It had been a couple weeks since he had had to lean on the Greys for tormenting another defenseless Terran. K had been one step away from furious that night, but not half as angry as he was when Agent D notified him that the Greys were hovering a mile up from Helen Conroy’s house yet again.

“These guys have a death wish or what?” K growled, as D made a fast retreat.

“Bring ‘em in,” Zed rumbled. “I warned the Consulate at Zeta Reticuli the last time that fucker, T’lacuhlti, buzz-bombed Milwaukee. He wants to pull this kind of shit again, this time he’s going to deal with me.”

It was probably for the best that T’lacuhlti couldn’t see the smile on K’s face.