Zed, the boss, stood in his office in headquarters. Through monitoring, he saw that people kept returning with some aliens, including a number of them as corpses. It was either for fines, deportation, or custody & imprisonment.
"O, which branch's agent did you ask for help?" Headquarters was busy with their own affairs, and Zed didn't see anyone else helping out.
O also looked puzzled, "No, we only sent out three agents. K, N, and J. But K did call a number of logistic staff."
Just then, they saw K's team come back, with Eric and Frank.
"K! Another good day! You actually caught a lot of them in one day? I heard you even broke up a smuggling operation. Looking for a bonus, are we?"
"Then throw me a retirement party."
Zed's face changed, "K... so you've decided? I thought you wanted to show these kids around for another year?"
Although Zed knew that K had set his heart on retiring, it was still difficult for him to accept.
"They don't need me anymore. J's physical strength is very good, and he's flexible. Although he talks a lot, he knows interrogation skills, and his marksmanship and courage are good enough."
"Not to mention N. He took out a Bug with his bare hands. I think he will be a great agent."
"I'll write a report later. You'll know everything in detail. Life has been waiting for me for 35 years, it's time for me to catch up."
J stood beside Noah, "K just complimented me? I'm not hearing things, am I? He's retiring?"
"Yeah. I guess he's going to go back and look for the love of his life. He hasn't seen her in 35 years."
"35 years?! She's an old lady by now, right?" J muttered to himself. "Would she still be in love with him?"
K glared at J, "You know I can hear you right? Whatever happens, happens, and it's none of your business."
"Uh~~ Sorry K."
K went to write a report. He had nothing left to do, so he did some handover work by the way.
"N, you can leave the rest to the others. Go on and see your car, they said it's ready."
"Official agents get a car? Can you pick one on your own? Hey, N, what car did you pick? Better be a slick Ferrari man... You know chicks love those fast sports type." J's face looked surprised. He now had even more motivation to become an official agent, so that the organization would let him choose a cool supercar.
That way, he could impress girls, and smoothly strike up a conversation.
"It's the new F150? The Ferrari, not the Ford pickup, right? It's got the power, but girls aren't going to get into that car, man. Seriously, when you drive it, people would think you're working at a farm."
J couldn't understand what Noah was thinking. 'Why would he choose a normal old car, like that old guy, K?'
'He didn't have a girl who was willing to wait 35 years for him.'
"If the MIB gives me a car, I'm going to ask for a Ferrari or a Lamborghini. They match me better."
"I think an Aston Martin would be a better match for you." Zed sneered from behind.
"Really, Chief? You mean it? Does the MIB have that kind of budget?!" J looked surprised.
"Yep, you should buy one, along with your mansion and yacht in your dreams. This car was purchased by N himself, with his bonus. We just helped him modify it. If you can afford your Aston Martin, we would help you modify it too."
'N bought it himself with his bonus?' J blinked, "How much bonus did you get?!"
"Not much, around a million. After buying this car and an apartment, the organization is helping me decorate it. You can come to my place for a drink when you're free. Don't try to drink too much though, I still owe the organization some money on my mortgage."
That apartment was much more expensive than he expected. After all, it was located in the most prosperous area of New York.
J stared in disbelief. 'A million dollars and that wasn't much?' He was a cop in the NYPD and all he made was tens of thousands of dollars a year.
"N, your loan has been waived. It's counted as a bonus, and the apartment is entirely yours now." Zed added.
"Hey, I helped out in the case. How much is my bonus?" J eagerly asked, wanting to buy a super car.
"Enough for you to pay back your previous credit card loans and maybe rent an apartment. Or, you can live in your used sports car."
J was annoyed. 'That's too big of a difference!' N bought an apartment, but he still had to rent. He had also personally captured illegal aliens and taken out two that resisted during the day, was this all he got?
"When you become a full agent, the bonus will increase. If you can become a senior agent or a top agent, you can buy a villa on the edge of Manhattan, and you live in it straight into retirement."
"Chief, seriously, didn't I do well today? I think you guys should make me an official agent. Look, we both joined the MIB at the same time." J thought he could persuade Zed, for better treatment, even if he didn't know the details. But, K was really blunt.
"Could you really do what N did? If you could take out a Bug on your own, I'll personally ask them to promote you as soon as possible."
'Do you really think that Bugs are that easy to deal with? They are known as one of the most terrifying beings in the universe. No other races would take them lightly.'
"N, here are a few modifications for you to be aware of ..."
Seeing that Zed was informing Noah of the few special modifications to the truck, J felt envious. However, his eyes twinkled. 'N is my partner. Isn't 'his' car, also 'our' car? N would also be the designated driver!'
Noah sat in the driver's seat and adjusted the rearview mirror. The cargo bed of the pickup truck was covered, so it might be useful to transport alien corpses later on.
"K is having a retirement party tomorrow. Maybe we could go buy a present right now? He wouldn't remember us, but he did recruit us." J sat in the passenger side, wanting to experience the new car.
"Sure, makes sense. Chief! Can we get off work now?"
Zed tossed a mobile phone to Noah, "Keep it on you 24-7. Assignments could be sent to you at any time."
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