Not an evil gleam. Just a--. Well, ok, it's a pretty goddamn evil gleam.
He mashes an otherwise unremarkable spot on his desk and barks, "L! You find that Krylian ambassador's head yet?"
"Sorry, Chief. Not yet."
"Well," Zed grins. "It's your lucky day. We just got in some new recruits who'll be just the people you need."
"Uhhh," says a very doubtful L. "New recruits, did you say, Chief?"
"Yeah. The new intern and two auxiliary Agents. Fresh from Milliways."
The silence on the other end of the line speaks volumes.
Zed chuckles, and just lifts his finger off the desk without another word.
"The Krylians. One of the most easily insulted races in the galaxy. And the Annelids. Your old pals, Agent β."
"Been in a chronic Prank War for centuries. Things have been quiet for the last few years, but we just had a diplomatic incident flare up this week that might just turn the war hot again. And if that happens, we'll be looking at the complete economic collapse of at least two star systems, and a disastrous credit run on another four or five."
"Unless, that is, a crack team of new recruits steps in to keep that war from starting. And who better to keep a crisis situation from spiraling completely out of control than an intern, two auxiliary agents, and one experienced veteran--," K blinks, "--from fucking Milliways?"
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Date: 2008-07-28 03:35 am (UTC)Not an evil gleam. Just a--. Well, ok, it's a pretty goddamn evil gleam.
He mashes an otherwise unremarkable spot on his desk and barks, "L! You find that Krylian ambassador's head yet?"
"Sorry, Chief. Not yet."
"Well," Zed grins. "It's your lucky day. We just got in some new recruits who'll be just the people you need."
"Uhhh," says a very doubtful L. "New recruits, did you say, Chief?"
"Yeah. The new intern and two auxiliary Agents. Fresh from Milliways."
The silence on the other end of the line speaks volumes.
Zed chuckles, and just lifts his finger off the desk without another word.
"The Krylians. One of the most easily insulted races in the galaxy. And the Annelids. Your old pals, Agent β."
"Been in a chronic Prank War for centuries. Things have been quiet for the last few years, but we just had a diplomatic incident flare up this week that might just turn the war hot again. And if that happens, we'll be looking at the complete economic collapse of at least two star systems, and a disastrous credit run on another four or five."
"Unless, that is, a crack team of new recruits steps in to keep that war from starting. And who better to keep a crisis situation from spiraling completely out of control than an intern, two auxiliary agents, and one experienced veteran--," K blinks, "--from fucking Milliways?"