Mares in Black Iby moondancer12ChaptersIntroductionChapter I/Brickguy213Chapter II/Brickguy213IntroductionMares in Black I Introduction Brickguy213 The moon glistened in the desert sky, as the old rickety farm cart rolled down the road. The wheels seemed to squeak with a rhythm, and the wagon creaked with even the smallest movement. The driver, an old stallion, was whistling to himself to calm his nerves. He had just crossed the Equestrian border, and his cargo was getting restless. The border patrol hadn’t caught them, so they seemed home free. Literally. Just then they came up to a guarded gate. “Aww, shit.” Said the driver, annoyed at how things went wrong, just as they seemed fine. “Hold on guys. Be quiet.” The guard walked up to the cart, being sure to stay alert. He didn’t want to fall victim to an ambush. “I need to see your cargo.” Said the guard simply. The driver knew he was caught, and slowly trotted over to the back of the cart. He opened the back slowly, knowing he would be thrown in prison for the rest of his life. “Alright, come on out.” The driver said sadly. The illegal immigrants came out from their hiding spots in the hay bales. “Well, well… What do we have here?” The guard said, looking at the driver. Suddenly, a strange machine that made a low humming sound pulled up behind the cart. There was a bright light coming from the front of the black thing. It had strange looking wagon wheels, only they where made out of rubber. Out stepped two beings, clad in fancy black business suits. One was a pony, a mare to be exact. The other walked on two legs, and had no fur. The moonlight reflected off of the shiny brown hair on his head. They wore black shades, and looked very mysterious. They both walked towards the wagon, taking off their shades in the process. “Who are you?” the guard asked, trotting towards them. The awkward looking one spoke first. “I’m Mark Thompson. This is my associate. We’re from the government, sector six.” “Never heard of it.” The guard said bluntly. “Never will.” The suited thing said. He walked up to the illegal immigrants that had since formed a line. He started speaking their language to them. “Looking for work?” He moved on from one to the next, asking simple questions in griffon. He stopped when he got to the end. There was a very ugly griffon. Mark had never liked griffons particularly, but this one was UGLY. Its face seemed badly deformed, and it hadn’t talked. “What about you? What if I smash your face?” The griffon just laughed, a laugh that almost seemed mechanical. “Your ugly. Very ugly.” Mark laughed along with the griffon, whilst the guards looked at him like he was crazy. The suited being then turned and spoke to the others that were lined up. “Welcome to Equestria. Get back in the cart, and enjoy the ride.” He said. “Sir I can’t let you do that.” The guard protested. “Son, you’re messing with things you don’t understand.” Mark said sagely. The awkward griffon started to walk towards the cart, but was stopped by Mark. “You don’t speak a word of griffon.” He said simply. He dragged him off the road, and into a clearing. “I’ve never heard of sector six…” One of the guards said confused. “There is no sector six! It’s bullshit.” Another guard said. Meanwhile in the clearing, Mark and his associate was talking to the weird griffon. “Alright, give me the head.” Mark said. The ‘griffon’ grunted and then handed him the fake griffon head on a pole revealing an alien with four arms and an awkward head. “Mikey?! How did you get out of jail?” The alien replied in a series of awkward tones, which only Mark and the other mare understood. “Look I’ll have to send you back.” Mark said. The alien protested, but to no avail. Just then one of the guards came over the hill and saw them. “The hell?” He said confused. The alien heard him and turned, the guard looking at him. The extraterrestrial ran towards him roaring, whilst Mark pulled out a gun. The mare had drawn one too, but it wasn’t working right, and had jammed. “Mikey! Don’t make me do this!” He said, aiming at the roaring creature. But it continued to growl wildly at the armored stallion, reaching out for him with his four arms. Then a shot rang out through the night air and the alien turned to goo. The guard stumbled towards Mark, covered in the blue substance and muttering in shock. “Tha-Tha-That wa-wa-wasn-” “Wasn’t a pony I know…” The suited man said. Meanwhile a large cart pulled up beside the machine on the road. A few suited stallions with shades on jumped out the back, carrying various equipment. They galloped down to where Mark was. “Ok I need some flames placed at key points within this six square foot perimeter.” He instructed. The stallions proceed to burn cacti and weeds, as the mare was quietly sitting on her haunches, ears splayed. Then the rest of the guards came running down the hill with their rifles. “Good evening.” Mark said pulling a small cylindrical chrome wand out of his pocket. “My name isn’t Mark, it’s K. Me and my associate S here, are agents in a secret organization that monitors alien activity on and off earth. And this is a standard neuralizer. It targets brain cells, specifically those for memory. Of course, you won’t remember that.” Agent K had put on his shades, while he was talking. “Now gentlecolts, if you would look right here.” He pushed a button and suddenly all the guards minds went blank. K had a story all ready for them. ”My you colts are lucky to be alive!” “We are?” One of them said confused. “Yes! You should really exercise more caution when discharging your firearms!” K said. “Well, what happened?” asked another guard. “You hit a gas line! Blew up this whole area!” K said, taking off his shades. “Now go get yourselves checked out with medical, and debriefed.” The guards went back over the hill to do that, while K walked over to the sad mare. “I’m sorry K. I’m up to the job, but the rest of my body isn’t.” She said. “Ehh, it happens to all of us.” K said reassuringly. “They’re beautiful aren’t they?” she asked. “What?” K said confused. “The stars.” She said. “You know, we never just stop to look at them anymore.” “Yeah.” K said sadly as he pulled out his neuralizer. He knew what the mare wanted. “I sure will miss the chase K.” the mare said sadly. “No S, you won’t.” K said, as a flash lit up the night sky. Chapter I/Brickguy213Mares in Black I Chapter I Brickguy213 The night air was cool and crisp, and the moon was shining down on the city of Manehatten. The moonlight reflected on a sole puddle in the cobblestone street. A furious police chase was happening, and the suspect was getting away. Of the seven officers chasing him, only one was keeping up. The others were tired and slowing down, unable to maintain the speeds the chase demanded. The one officer in particular had a dark purple coat, and a light blue mane. She was keeping up with the suspect pretty well. “Freeze!” she said, pointing her gun at him. But the suspect didn’t stop. “Freeze means stop!” she shouted. The other officers had had enough, and stopped. “You get em, Dancer!” one cop said, panting. The chase continued, just her and him. They came to a bridge, which he jumped off. Dancer looked off the edge of the bridge, and saw that he landed safely on the road below. “The hell?!” she said confused. She needed to find a way to get down there fast, and she was trying to plan. Just then she saw a cart with hay coming down the road, under the bridge. She had an idea. She galloped off the bridge, and spread her wings. She landed in the hay, and rolled of onto the street. She quickly got up and grabbed another carriage, riding it toward the running stallion. Dancer jumped off of the cart, and galloped up behind him, trapping him against the wall. “See this?!” she said, grabbing her badge. “M-P-D, means I will knock your punk ass down!” The stallion pulled a weapon out, but Dancer knocked it out of his hoof. It hit the ground and disintegrated into a flaming pile of ash. She started to hoofcuff him, but the stallion galloped into the wall, trotting halfway up it, and flipping over the mare. Dancer gave chase, coming up to a building. ‘Where did he go?’ She thought. Her question was answered when the stallion came out of no where, and galloped straight up the side of the skyscraper. The mare ran up to the doors, finding them locked. Having enough of the distractions, she shot the glass out with her pistol. She came into the lobby, and looked up. There were at least 20 floors to climb to get to the top. Meanwhile on the roof, the stallion was galloping around, trying to find a way into the building. He had tried all the doors, and they where locked. He went to try the last one, when it suddenly swung open, revealing his pursuer. “Hey. How are you doing?’’ She asked, pointing the gun at him. “He’s coming. He’s coming because I failed and when he does, he’ll destroy you too.” The stallion spoke. “Yeah, well when he gets here I’ll arrest his ass too!” She said. “He’s coming to kill me.” “Yeah? Well you’re just pissin’ everybody off today, huh?” “You don’t understand! Your world’s gonna end!” the stallion said, blinking two sets of eyelids. “What are you?!” The mare asked, lowering her gun. The stallion backed up to the edge of the building, a evil grin on his face. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Buddy, it’s Ok! You, umm. You come with me and we’ll get those eyes fixed. It’s ok, don’t-“ But before she could finish he jumped off the edge. Dancer was in a small room, with a table and a security camera. Standing in the room was the police chief and an officer. “Did he flash one set of eyelids or two?” the chief asked. “Two.” Dancer said. “And was this before, or after he pulled the weapon that “disintegrated” when it hit the ground?” “After, sir.” She said, mockingly. She felt like she was the only one who believed what she saw. “And how come none of the other officers saw this?” The chief asked. “Well, some of the other officers are soggy around the midsection and they couldn’t keep up.” Dancer said, giggling slightly. “What?! Dancer, you aren’t half the mare I am.” The officer said. “What are you talking about? I AM half the mare you are.” She said, looking at the officers stomach. “What is your problem?!” the officer said. “My problem is you being all up in my damn face!” The dark coated mare said. “You know what, I think she THREW him off the roof.” “Alright that’s enough.” The chief said. “I’ll be right back.” Dancer was now alone in the room. Suddenly a mare with a white coat and pink mare came in wearing a nurse hat. “Nurse Redheart, from the morgue. I believe you.” She said, then she left as quickly as she came. Then there was a flash behind Dancer and a suited thing being that walked on two legs came in. He walked over to the security camera and cut the cables. “The name is K. Agent K. I’m with an agency that monitors alien activity on and off earth.” He said, turning towards the mare. “They were gills. Not eyelids. He was out of air.” Dancer was confused, and didn’t know what this thing was. “If you saw the weapon again, could you identify it?” K asked. “Sure.” Said Dancer, still confused. “Alright. Come with me.” Chapter II/Brickguy213Mares in Black I Chapter II Brickguy213 A while later they pulled up to an old pawn shop. The store looked like it hadn’t been inspected in months. K and Dancer got out of the old Ford Crown Victoria, taking in their surroundings. “Look, I’m gonna go put my thing down, but when I get back out here I expect some answers.” The mare said. “Alright, you go put your thing down.” K said. Dancer walked inside the small shop, and up to the counter, where an awkward stallion stood. His eye’s seemed to cross, and when he spoke it seemed funny. “Hey, Dancer, I don’t know how these got here.” He said, pointing to some gold Rolexes. “I was thinking about bringing them in.” “Someone told me you sold guns. Weird ones.” Dancer said. “Oh, Dancer, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said quickly. “Don’t smart-ass me! I know they’re here!” She said, as K suddenly walked in. “Show her the imports Jeeves.” K said, lighting his cigarette. “I got out of that business years ago K.” The stallion said, looking nervous. “Jeeves, show-him-the-exports!” K said getting annoyed. “No!” “Damn it Jeeves!” K said holding a futuristic gun to his head. “No! Please don’t! No!” The stallion screamed. “Where are the imports?!” K asked. “He’ll do it!” Dancer warned him. “Where?!” K asked again. “I’m telling you, that dudes crazy! He’ll do it!” She warned again. Suddenly a shot rang out, and the clerks head turned to goo as the rest of his body fell to the ground. Dancer pulled out her gun, pointing it at K. “Drop the weapon!” She shouted. “I warned him.” K said innocently. “Drop it!” “You warned him!” K said pointing at her. “Don’t make me kill you!” Dancer said, a scared tone in her voice. “You insensitive prit! Do you know how much that hurts?!” A voice said. Dancer looked behind the counter in horror, as the body stood up, growing another head. “If you don’t show me the imports, I’m gonna shoot you where it don’t grow back!” K said. Reluctantly Jeeves reached under the counter, and pressed a small gold button. Suddenly, the walls that once held watches, vases, and other merchandise flipped, exposing futuristic guns, and other weapons. Dancer stared in awe at the guns. She saw the one that the ‘alien’ had. “That one! The one in the middle.” She said, pointing to it. “You sold a standard deionizer with black hole capabilities to a cephalopod. Jeeves you piece of sh-“ “He didn’t seem bad to me.” Jeeves said. “Alright let’s get out of here Dancer.” K said. “Yeah, and I’m gonna be back to Uh, talk about them Rolexes!” The two walked out of the store into the night air. Dancer put her gun away, while K walked up behind her. “I bet tomorrow you won’t remember any of this.” K said. “Yeah, how am I supposed to forget a little thing like this?!” She said sarcastically. K pulled out a silver cylinder. “Look here please.” He said, as he flashed it in her eyes. Next thing Dancer knew she was in a noisy Chinese restaurant with an awkward creature that walked on two legs and wore a suit. “And that’s when he said ‘Honey! This one’s eating my popcorn!” K said laughing. Dancer was confused, and wore a blank expression. A small alarm went off, and K looked at his watch. “Aw, man! I’ve got to go. Thanks for the dumplings and, uh, here.” He said, giving her a small white business card. It said MiB, nothing more. “Be there or be square.” K said. ‘Be where?’ Dancer thought. She turned the card over and saw an address neatly scrawled in pen. ‘Hmm, interesting.’ She thought.
IntroductionMares in Black I Introduction Brickguy213 The moon glistened in the desert sky, as the old rickety farm cart rolled down the road. The wheels seemed to squeak with a rhythm, and the wagon creaked with even the smallest movement. The driver, an old stallion, was whistling to himself to calm his nerves. He had just crossed the Equestrian border, and his cargo was getting restless. The border patrol hadn’t caught them, so they seemed home free. Literally. Just then they came up to a guarded gate. “Aww, shit.” Said the driver, annoyed at how things went wrong, just as they seemed fine. “Hold on guys. Be quiet.” The guard walked up to the cart, being sure to stay alert. He didn’t want to fall victim to an ambush. “I need to see your cargo.” Said the guard simply. The driver knew he was caught, and slowly trotted over to the back of the cart. He opened the back slowly, knowing he would be thrown in prison for the rest of his life. “Alright, come on out.” The driver said sadly. The illegal immigrants came out from their hiding spots in the hay bales. “Well, well… What do we have here?” The guard said, looking at the driver. Suddenly, a strange machine that made a low humming sound pulled up behind the cart. There was a bright light coming from the front of the black thing. It had strange looking wagon wheels, only they where made out of rubber. Out stepped two beings, clad in fancy black business suits. One was a pony, a mare to be exact. The other walked on two legs, and had no fur. The moonlight reflected off of the shiny brown hair on his head. They wore black shades, and looked very mysterious. They both walked towards the wagon, taking off their shades in the process. “Who are you?” the guard asked, trotting towards them. The awkward looking one spoke first. “I’m Mark Thompson. This is my associate. We’re from the government, sector six.” “Never heard of it.” The guard said bluntly. “Never will.” The suited thing said. He walked up to the illegal immigrants that had since formed a line. He started speaking their language to them. “Looking for work?” He moved on from one to the next, asking simple questions in griffon. He stopped when he got to the end. There was a very ugly griffon. Mark had never liked griffons particularly, but this one was UGLY. Its face seemed badly deformed, and it hadn’t talked. “What about you? What if I smash your face?” The griffon just laughed, a laugh that almost seemed mechanical. “Your ugly. Very ugly.” Mark laughed along with the griffon, whilst the guards looked at him like he was crazy. The suited being then turned and spoke to the others that were lined up. “Welcome to Equestria. Get back in the cart, and enjoy the ride.” He said. “Sir I can’t let you do that.” The guard protested. “Son, you’re messing with things you don’t understand.” Mark said sagely. The awkward griffon started to walk towards the cart, but was stopped by Mark. “You don’t speak a word of griffon.” He said simply. He dragged him off the road, and into a clearing. “I’ve never heard of sector six…” One of the guards said confused. “There is no sector six! It’s bullshit.” Another guard said. Meanwhile in the clearing, Mark and his associate was talking to the weird griffon. “Alright, give me the head.” Mark said. The ‘griffon’ grunted and then handed him the fake griffon head on a pole revealing an alien with four arms and an awkward head. “Mikey?! How did you get out of jail?” The alien replied in a series of awkward tones, which only Mark and the other mare understood. “Look I’ll have to send you back.” Mark said. The alien protested, but to no avail. Just then one of the guards came over the hill and saw them. “The hell?” He said confused. The alien heard him and turned, the guard looking at him. The extraterrestrial ran towards him roaring, whilst Mark pulled out a gun. The mare had drawn one too, but it wasn’t working right, and had jammed. “Mikey! Don’t make me do this!” He said, aiming at the roaring creature. But it continued to growl wildly at the armored stallion, reaching out for him with his four arms. Then a shot rang out through the night air and the alien turned to goo. The guard stumbled towards Mark, covered in the blue substance and muttering in shock. “Tha-Tha-That wa-wa-wasn-” “Wasn’t a pony I know…” The suited man said. Meanwhile a large cart pulled up beside the machine on the road. A few suited stallions with shades on jumped out the back, carrying various equipment. They galloped down to where Mark was. “Ok I need some flames placed at key points within this six square foot perimeter.” He instructed. The stallions proceed to burn cacti and weeds, as the mare was quietly sitting on her haunches, ears splayed. Then the rest of the guards came running down the hill with their rifles. “Good evening.” Mark said pulling a small cylindrical chrome wand out of his pocket. “My name isn’t Mark, it’s K. Me and my associate S here, are agents in a secret organization that monitors alien activity on and off earth. And this is a standard neuralizer. It targets brain cells, specifically those for memory. Of course, you won’t remember that.” Agent K had put on his shades, while he was talking. “Now gentlecolts, if you would look right here.” He pushed a button and suddenly all the guards minds went blank. K had a story all ready for them. ”My you colts are lucky to be alive!” “We are?” One of them said confused. “Yes! You should really exercise more caution when discharging your firearms!” K said. “Well, what happened?” asked another guard. “You hit a gas line! Blew up this whole area!” K said, taking off his shades. “Now go get yourselves checked out with medical, and debriefed.” The guards went back over the hill to do that, while K walked over to the sad mare. “I’m sorry K. I’m up to the job, but the rest of my body isn’t.” She said. “Ehh, it happens to all of us.” K said reassuringly. “They’re beautiful aren’t they?” she asked. “What?” K said confused. “The stars.” She said. “You know, we never just stop to look at them anymore.” “Yeah.” K said sadly as he pulled out his neuralizer. He knew what the mare wanted. “I sure will miss the chase K.” the mare said sadly. “No S, you won’t.” K said, as a flash lit up the night sky.
Chapter I/Brickguy213Mares in Black I Chapter I Brickguy213 The night air was cool and crisp, and the moon was shining down on the city of Manehatten. The moonlight reflected on a sole puddle in the cobblestone street. A furious police chase was happening, and the suspect was getting away. Of the seven officers chasing him, only one was keeping up. The others were tired and slowing down, unable to maintain the speeds the chase demanded. The one officer in particular had a dark purple coat, and a light blue mane. She was keeping up with the suspect pretty well. “Freeze!” she said, pointing her gun at him. But the suspect didn’t stop. “Freeze means stop!” she shouted. The other officers had had enough, and stopped. “You get em, Dancer!” one cop said, panting. The chase continued, just her and him. They came to a bridge, which he jumped off. Dancer looked off the edge of the bridge, and saw that he landed safely on the road below. “The hell?!” she said confused. She needed to find a way to get down there fast, and she was trying to plan. Just then she saw a cart with hay coming down the road, under the bridge. She had an idea. She galloped off the bridge, and spread her wings. She landed in the hay, and rolled of onto the street. She quickly got up and grabbed another carriage, riding it toward the running stallion. Dancer jumped off of the cart, and galloped up behind him, trapping him against the wall. “See this?!” she said, grabbing her badge. “M-P-D, means I will knock your punk ass down!” The stallion pulled a weapon out, but Dancer knocked it out of his hoof. It hit the ground and disintegrated into a flaming pile of ash. She started to hoofcuff him, but the stallion galloped into the wall, trotting halfway up it, and flipping over the mare. Dancer gave chase, coming up to a building. ‘Where did he go?’ She thought. Her question was answered when the stallion came out of no where, and galloped straight up the side of the skyscraper. The mare ran up to the doors, finding them locked. Having enough of the distractions, she shot the glass out with her pistol. She came into the lobby, and looked up. There were at least 20 floors to climb to get to the top. Meanwhile on the roof, the stallion was galloping around, trying to find a way into the building. He had tried all the doors, and they where locked. He went to try the last one, when it suddenly swung open, revealing his pursuer. “Hey. How are you doing?’’ She asked, pointing the gun at him. “He’s coming. He’s coming because I failed and when he does, he’ll destroy you too.” The stallion spoke. “Yeah, well when he gets here I’ll arrest his ass too!” She said. “He’s coming to kill me.” “Yeah? Well you’re just pissin’ everybody off today, huh?” “You don’t understand! Your world’s gonna end!” the stallion said, blinking two sets of eyelids. “What are you?!” The mare asked, lowering her gun. The stallion backed up to the edge of the building, a evil grin on his face. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Buddy, it’s Ok! You, umm. You come with me and we’ll get those eyes fixed. It’s ok, don’t-“ But before she could finish he jumped off the edge. Dancer was in a small room, with a table and a security camera. Standing in the room was the police chief and an officer. “Did he flash one set of eyelids or two?” the chief asked. “Two.” Dancer said. “And was this before, or after he pulled the weapon that “disintegrated” when it hit the ground?” “After, sir.” She said, mockingly. She felt like she was the only one who believed what she saw. “And how come none of the other officers saw this?” The chief asked. “Well, some of the other officers are soggy around the midsection and they couldn’t keep up.” Dancer said, giggling slightly. “What?! Dancer, you aren’t half the mare I am.” The officer said. “What are you talking about? I AM half the mare you are.” She said, looking at the officers stomach. “What is your problem?!” the officer said. “My problem is you being all up in my damn face!” The dark coated mare said. “You know what, I think she THREW him off the roof.” “Alright that’s enough.” The chief said. “I’ll be right back.” Dancer was now alone in the room. Suddenly a mare with a white coat and pink mare came in wearing a nurse hat. “Nurse Redheart, from the morgue. I believe you.” She said, then she left as quickly as she came. Then there was a flash behind Dancer and a suited thing being that walked on two legs came in. He walked over to the security camera and cut the cables. “The name is K. Agent K. I’m with an agency that monitors alien activity on and off earth.” He said, turning towards the mare. “They were gills. Not eyelids. He was out of air.” Dancer was confused, and didn’t know what this thing was. “If you saw the weapon again, could you identify it?” K asked. “Sure.” Said Dancer, still confused. “Alright. Come with me.”
Chapter II/Brickguy213Mares in Black I Chapter II Brickguy213 A while later they pulled up to an old pawn shop. The store looked like it hadn’t been inspected in months. K and Dancer got out of the old Ford Crown Victoria, taking in their surroundings. “Look, I’m gonna go put my thing down, but when I get back out here I expect some answers.” The mare said. “Alright, you go put your thing down.” K said. Dancer walked inside the small shop, and up to the counter, where an awkward stallion stood. His eye’s seemed to cross, and when he spoke it seemed funny. “Hey, Dancer, I don’t know how these got here.” He said, pointing to some gold Rolexes. “I was thinking about bringing them in.” “Someone told me you sold guns. Weird ones.” Dancer said. “Oh, Dancer, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said quickly. “Don’t smart-ass me! I know they’re here!” She said, as K suddenly walked in. “Show her the imports Jeeves.” K said, lighting his cigarette. “I got out of that business years ago K.” The stallion said, looking nervous. “Jeeves, show-him-the-exports!” K said getting annoyed. “No!” “Damn it Jeeves!” K said holding a futuristic gun to his head. “No! Please don’t! No!” The stallion screamed. “Where are the imports?!” K asked. “He’ll do it!” Dancer warned him. “Where?!” K asked again. “I’m telling you, that dudes crazy! He’ll do it!” She warned again. Suddenly a shot rang out, and the clerks head turned to goo as the rest of his body fell to the ground. Dancer pulled out her gun, pointing it at K. “Drop the weapon!” She shouted. “I warned him.” K said innocently. “Drop it!” “You warned him!” K said pointing at her. “Don’t make me kill you!” Dancer said, a scared tone in her voice. “You insensitive prit! Do you know how much that hurts?!” A voice said. Dancer looked behind the counter in horror, as the body stood up, growing another head. “If you don’t show me the imports, I’m gonna shoot you where it don’t grow back!” K said. Reluctantly Jeeves reached under the counter, and pressed a small gold button. Suddenly, the walls that once held watches, vases, and other merchandise flipped, exposing futuristic guns, and other weapons. Dancer stared in awe at the guns. She saw the one that the ‘alien’ had. “That one! The one in the middle.” She said, pointing to it. “You sold a standard deionizer with black hole capabilities to a cephalopod. Jeeves you piece of sh-“ “He didn’t seem bad to me.” Jeeves said. “Alright let’s get out of here Dancer.” K said. “Yeah, and I’m gonna be back to Uh, talk about them Rolexes!” The two walked out of the store into the night air. Dancer put her gun away, while K walked up behind her. “I bet tomorrow you won’t remember any of this.” K said. “Yeah, how am I supposed to forget a little thing like this?!” She said sarcastically. K pulled out a silver cylinder. “Look here please.” He said, as he flashed it in her eyes. Next thing Dancer knew she was in a noisy Chinese restaurant with an awkward creature that walked on two legs and wore a suit. “And that’s when he said ‘Honey! This one’s eating my popcorn!” K said laughing. Dancer was confused, and wore a blank expression. A small alarm went off, and K looked at his watch. “Aw, man! I’ve got to go. Thanks for the dumplings and, uh, here.” He said, giving her a small white business card. It said MiB, nothing more. “Be there or be square.” K said. ‘Be where?’ Dancer thought. She turned the card over and saw an address neatly scrawled in pen. ‘Hmm, interesting.’ She thought.
