"I still make this look good." Agent In Charge J remarked, gazing at his reflection. His impeccably tailored suit was a deep, rich black, perfectly complemented by his crisp white shirt and a neatly fastened black tie.
"Yes, Sir," Standing beside him, his new partner Agent Sigma, dressed in matching attire, except for the tie, exuded a stoic demeanor. The absence of ties among agents was a stark reminder of the lives lost due to perilous encounters with the undead, prompting them to become optional accessories. J, however, had chosen a clip-on tie.
"Well, let's hit the road." J looked up to Chief K, his long-time partner and the man who recruited him into the MIB, offering a brief wave. Chief K acknowledged with a solemn nod. The sudden loss of Chief Zed had cast a dark shadow over the MIB, with K bearing the brunt of the blow. They had been the organization's founding pillars, from that long ago night in Roswell to the present. As the undead threat loomed large, Chief K had dispatched the majority of MIB to Alpha Centauri as part of MIN Intergalactic. The remaining skeleton crew was entrusted with enforcing a planetwide quarantine by preventing extraterrestrial vessels from reaching Earth, a crucial measure to contain the spread of infection. Now, in light of unsettling rumors and testimonies circulating both on Earth and beyond, Chief K had resolved to deploy his most capable Agent and trusted friend to address the escalating crisis. The stories spoke of an imminent cataclysm that would extinguish not just life on Earth, but throughout the cosmos. If there was anyone within the MIB capable of averting such a catastrophe, it was Agent J.
