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[bring_a_sponge]

 
Picture this:

The Man in Charge. Master of All He Surveys. The Chief. The Boss. The Big Man.

Agent Zed.

In his office at the heart of MiB HQ.

A good day. Quiet. Productive. The kind of day a man expects he'll be able to look back on with tremendous satisfaction.

Well, half a day, anyway....

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[nita_callahan]

Knock-knock-knock.

Nita is dressed as professionally as she knows how, smiling (albeit nervously), and precisely on time.

(She may, in fact, have stood at the bottom of the stairs watching seconds count down on her watch so that she'd be knocking exactly on time, and not a minute late or early.)

"Specially sanctioned by MiB Special Services....."

[bring_a_sponge]

There's a new row of lockers down in that special room in MIB Headquarters. They seem exactly like all the others, save the small panels on the front of each door which bear a very unusual set of letters: α, β, and γ.

Waiting.

Waiting for the crack future.