The battle was over. Jaded Poet was a bit disappointed. No deaths, no real destruction. A typical battle.
Poet was beginning to get bored with the routine of this co-called action. He went to the edge of the roof and stared down. Even without his scope or binoculars, he could make out who was who. As he stared down, he could make out one of the Pack staring back at him.
Poet knew Pillz had spotted him, so he retreated from the ledge. He got on his cell phone.
Poet: The melee has ceased. The buckaroo and the gnome manipulator have been detained. The Pack have emerged victorious.
At The Agency, Lichton listened his shook his head. He put his phone away and and gave a thumbs down to Emperor Zeni.
Zeni: See! I knew I should have been at that mall. It would have went down like this: The Fucktastic Five go down in a cloud of smoke, and as soon as that cloud disappeared, I would be standing there. The Power Pack would have let out a gasp and took two steps back. Then I would have rushed in, doing back flips, drop kicks, pile-drivers, choke slams, spin kicks and uppercuts!
Zeni then proceeded to demonstrate all of the moves he just listed.
As Lichton watched Zeni make a fool of himself, he paged for Agent Travis to come into the office.
Zeni pumped his right fist into the air and grabbed at his bicep.
Zeni: These arms are enigmas. They are so strong, yet so gentle with the ladies. It's all self-control. If I didn't have that, I would crush a woman's spine just by giving her a back rub.
Lichton: Sir, may I have a word with you?
Zeni: It takes years of training to get into the shape I'm in.
Lichton: No sir, it's about the Power Pack. We have to make a final decision on them. I think the Council needs to be brought in on this.
Zeni thought it over.
Zeni: Absolutely. I know I'm the boss, but I don't like dealing with these big problems by myself, it's too much pressure. Not that I can't handle it, it's just I've got so much on my plate, it would be selfish not to share.
Lichton: Very generous sir.
There was a knock on the door.
Lichton: Come in.
Agent Travis stepped in.
Travis: You wanted to see me sir?
Lichton: Yes. I need you to call up the 5th Councilman and tell him he needs to be here for an emergency meeting this weekend.
Travis: Yes sir.
Zeni: Do we really need him to be here?
Lichton: Yes, the Council will not decide on issues like the Power Pack without all 5 present.
Zeni: Couldn't I change that rule.
Lichton: That rules was cemented by your father when The Agency first started. It can be overturned. The Rules for the Council are the foundation for The Agency.
Zeni: Damn.
It had been two days since the battle at the Mall.
The Power Pack, sans Pillz, were all hanging out at Pero's house.
Burnsy: Please, I was taking on two of them by myself, while your shiny ass was standing around dancing like a jackass.
Raptor Pat: Are you talking to me or JewNewBee?
JeNewBee: It's JUH-NEW-BEE! Not what you said.
Burnsy: You know Pat, for someone with super speed, you sure do have a hell of a time keeping up.
The three recruits had spent the past two days doing nothing but arguing about the fight.
JeNewBee: You were on fire! But it was me, who was the one, that did save the day. Save the day, I say! Did save the day if I may!
Raptor Pat: Pero, when is Pillz going to be back.
Pero: Pillz is gone?
Raptor Pat: Yeah, he went to the jail to talk to Radioactive Dude.
Pero: My Uncle Max went to jail once. He was arrested for public intoxication. It was at the family reunion. My family gets pretty drunk at our reunions. It's the only way they can stand one another. One time, my Uncle Max and my cousin Cassie got so drunk, that they started making out. My family started taking bets on which one would come to their senses first. Turns out it was Uncle Max. When he realized he was making out with his own daughter, he ran out into the street and was eventually picked up by the cops. After he took off, Cassie just sat down and cried and kept repeating "Damn, I can never get past first base".
Pero finished talking and the other 3 just stared.
Meanwhile, at the prison, Pillz sat down at a table across from Radioactive Dude.
Radioactive Dude: Howdy there Pillz.
Pillz: Hello yourself.
Radioactive Dude: I have to hand it to ya, bringing in those new folks was a pretty damn good move. Got rid of one and replaced him with three.
Pillz: Let's cut the crap. Where did Primus and Llama go? If you tell me, I will talk to the mayor about getting your sentence reduced.
The Dude just laughed.
Dude: This here prison ain't gonna hold me. Besides, I don't have the foggiest idea where they set off to. However, you saw what I saw, and I reckon we best talk about that.
Pillz: The guy on the roof?
Dude: Bingo. My Dude Sense was telling my that that fellow was an Agency man.
Pillz: What makes you say that?
Dude: I had gotten the hunch they've been having us followed. How much do you know about The Agency?
Pillz: Very little.
Radioactive Dude leaned back and looked Pillz up and down.
Dude: I pride myself on being a smart fella, and by that, I mean I know how to learn from my mistakes. I'm going to be telling you a few things, so you best listen up.
Pillz: I'm all ears.
Dude: First of all, I've got some info on The Agency I've stored up back at our little shanty on 23rd street. You are more than welcome to it.
Radioactive Dude wrote down the address to the duplex he and his team used as a hideout. He passed it over to Pillz. Pillz looked at it and handed it to one of the guards.
Pillz: Get some men over to this address and have them check it out. I'll be there after I'm done here.
Pillz turned back to the Dude.
Pillz: What else?
Dude: At the mall, just after you arrived and your friends popped out and before our little sparring match got under way, I noticed something odd on the right hand of my little clown midget friend. It looked like one of them Yin-Yang deals, but different. I had seen it pop right up there on his hand. And, at one point during the ruckus, I happened to spy the same little drawing on the right hand of one of your guys.
Pillz remained quiet and thought over what he had just heard. He was debating whether or not he was being told the truth or was just told something to make him paranoid. The Dude then spoke up again, and it seemed like he was reading Pillz' mind.
Dude: Listen, I ain't telling you this to make you mistrust your own team. hell, I'll even tell you which one it was. It was the little fairy dude.
Pillz: Raptor Pat?
Dude: I don't know their names, it was the one with the silver face paint.
Pillz: JeNewBee. What the hell do you know about Llama and his Mrs?
Dude: Not much, me and the Gnome got to talking about our pasts, but Llama and his Mrs. always kept to themselves. Sometimes the Mrs. would go out in the middle of the night and come back with a folder. I had suspected they were getting orders from someone else, cause they went on little "side missions" from time to time.
Pillz: is it possible he was working with The Agency?
Dude: Anything's possible. All I know is, I never trusted that short son of a bitch.
Pillz left the prison, before he went to the address the Dude had given him, he made a quick call to Pero's house.
Pillz: Hello Pero's mom. Are they still there? Yes, I need to talk to him. Pero? Good, listen closely, I need you to keep your eye on JeNewBee. No, it doesn't matter which eye, just watch him, there may be a possibility he is working for the bad guys. Okay? Good, I've got something to check out and I'll be back shortly.
Pero hung up the phone. He walked back towards the stairs and saw the girl standing there. Pero did not trust her. He didn't trust any of them, and from what Pillz had just told him, he was right not to trust them.
Burnsy: Who was that on the phone?
Pero: Pillz. He's doing stuff, he'll be back later.
Burnsy: What kind of stuff?
Pero: Why do you want to know?
Burnsy: Because we're a team.
Pero: He didn't say. Said he had something to check out.
Burnsy: Okay. I'm going to grab some drinks, we're going to play Monopoly while we wait for him to get back.
Pero: I get to be the dog.
Agency Headquarters.
Lichton looked at his watch, ten minutes before the meeting starts.
Zeni: Let's get this shit over with! I have my Pilate's in an hour.
Lichton: The Council will not start the meeting until the top of the hour. It's in the rules. They are in their private chambers right now getting ready.
Lichton wasn't explaining that to Zeni, who already knew of the rule, but to Jaded Poet, who had been invited to the meeting.
Lichton turned to Poet.
Lichton: I wouldn't mind starting the meeting early myself, but there is always a member on the Council who is a stickler for the rules. Zeni's father, The Tsar, created the Agency 23 years ago. I know, it seems like a short time, but he was able to get much done before his death with the help of the original Council. There were only four of them back then, but those four had the means to infiltrate people into every major organization in America. It didn't take too long for their ambitions to spread like wildfire. Of course, bad things have happened, and only one of the original council remains. The 5th one, or the 5th wheel as he is called by the other Council members. He has pretty much cut ties with us, save for when we need him for meeting such as these. He doesn't like us and we don't like him, but he is the only remaining original member of The Agency still alive.
Agent Travis walked up to them.
Travis: Sir, the Council have informed me they are ready to start when the hour begins.
Lichton: Thank you Agent Travis. Remember the first time we met Poet? These are the bosses I was telling you about. They have asked that you be a part of this meeting, since you have been our spy for the superhumans and since you are responsible for my promotion to "Superhuman Affairs" I had no objection to their request.
Zeni: "Superhuman Affairs"? Since when did we have that? It should be called "Zeni Affairs" since I'm the most superhuman.
Lichton couldn't tell if that was a joke or not. He just smiled slightly and nodded.
Lichton: It's almost time, let's go to the Council Chambers. Since I requested this meeting, I will be leading it. We have to start with a roll call,
Lichton sighed.
Poet: Why the lamentation?
Lichton: You'll see.
Lichton led them to the Council's Main Chamber. To Poet, the room looked like a smaller version of the Supreme Court's courtroom. This room had the huge bench the judges set behind, but this bench had five chairs and one throne. The throne sat in the middle with two of the smaller chairs to it's right and the other three to it's left. There were no seats for spectators, only a podium stood in front of the bench.
Zeni Was doing calisthenics to get himself pumped up for the meeting.
Zeni: Time to take my seat.
Poet could hear Lichton mutter under his breath.
Lichton: Just don't throw it.
Zeni pumped his arms back and forth in front of his body and ran towards the bench. He attempted to hurdle himself over it, but instead nailed himself on the edge. he fell to the floor, clutching his knee.
Lichton: Are you ok sir?
Zeni: Yeah, something must be wrong with this floor.
Zeni tried to stand up, but fell back down.
Lichton: I think you may have injured yourself sir.
Zeni winced as he tried to stand with his right leg again. It wasn't working. He was in tremendous pain.
Zeni: That's the problem being me. I can't feel the pain. The pain is just an emotion I have cleansed my body of.....HOLY FUCK IT HURTS!
Lichton: I'll call the medics for you.
Within 3 minutes, the medics arrived. They put Zeni on a stretcher to take him to the medical wing. Before they went, Zeni stopped them to talk to Lichton.
Zeni: I know you were looking forward to my input on this subject, but you need to do this meeting without me. Whatever you guys decide, I will back up. Just do me one favor, don't worry about me, I'll be up and karate kicking before you know it.
Lichton: You are a true inspiration sir.
The medics carried Zeni out of the chambers. Zeni held his hand up, in a display of strength.
Lichton: Thank God for small favors. Now we don't have to deal with him.
Lichton looked at his watch. It had just reached the hour. He looked to the door that the Council members use to enter the chamber. It opened.
Poet watched four ordinary looking men enter the room. Upon seeing the fifth member, Poet found himself to be shocked.
The members took their seats. Lichton walked up to the podium.
Lichton: I, Theodore Lichton, have called for this emergency Council Meeting. We are here to discuss our final actions against the group known as "The Power Pack". Before discussions are to begin, we will take roll call. Emperor Zeni has been injured and has granted a vote in favor of the Council's majority vote. When I call your name, please answer with a "Present". Dposse?
Poet looked at the first member. He looked like the kid in school that always reminded the teacher that they forgot to issue out homework.
Dposse: Present.
Lichton: Laemuer?
The second member had a pad pf paper in front of him and an pencil in his hand. His hand was moving the pencil furiously over the pad. He only looked up for a second to give his response to Lichton, then continued with his work.
Lichton: Mr. Scruffles?
The third man looked very much like a typical geek. He talked with a lisp.
Mr. Scruffles: Pweshent.
Lichton: Kitsunekit?
Of the main four, Kitsunekit was the oddest looking one. He had a stuffed fox doll in front of him that he continuously petted.
Kitsunekit: Present.
Lichton looked at the fifth member. Poet could hear him take a deep breath.
Lichton: Virtual Satyr?
Virtual Satyr sat leaned back in his chair, his goat like legs propped up on the huge desk. He already looked bored.
Satyr: Will somebody please remind me again why we are doing a roll call when there is only five of us, and any jackass with decent eyesight can clearly see that there are five of us here.
Dposse: It's in the rules.
Satyr: Oh shut the fuck up about the rules. I helped create those rules, remember? It's a stupid rule. A fucking roll call. It's a wonder we don't start these meetings with some sort of secret handshake.
Dposse: We only do that for the meetings you don't attend.
Satyr: If these damn things weren't so tedious and dull, I might show up to more.
Lichton: Gentlemen, please, we have important matters to discuss.
Kitsunekit: Such as failed attempts at Abortion-Mobiles?
Satyr shot Kitsunekit a look. The other Council members burst into laughter.
Satyr: That is not Agency business!
Dposse: It's nobody's business now, since it went up in flames.
Laemuer suddenly dropped his pencil, stood up,m and held the pad of paper above his head.
Laemuer: Finished!
He walked over to Satyr and showed him what he had been working on. It was a drawing of Satyr standing in front of the Abortion-Mobile. The Abortion-Mobile was on fire. Satyr looked at it, bemused.
Satyr: You made my thighs too big.
Lichton: Gentlemen, we are here to discuss the matter of The Power Pack. As head of Superhuman Affairs, it is my estimation that the Power Pack has the potential to be a major threat to The Agency. As of right now, we have a sleeper agent within the Pack ready to strike at a moment's notice.
Dposse: Can any of these members be turned to serve our cause.
Lichton: We received a brief psychological profile on them from our agent. Based on the information we were given, no, they cannot be compromised.
Mr. Scruffles: Dr. Doom launched the Baxshter Building into spache, maybe we can do the shame thang to their hideout.
Lichton: They are currently set up in the basement of Pero's house. Pero, if you remember, was the young man who was given that super strength formula we tried to get our hands on.
Kitsunekit: We need to make a formula that turns people in foxes.
Everyone in the room stared At Kitsunekit.
Satyr: I'm going to go ahead and move past this awkward moment and ask the question that is on most of our minds: What the fuck does this have to do with me?
Dposse: According to Council Rules, all members must be present for a vote that consists the elimination of more than 3 individuals.
Satyr: I wasn't here when you guys decided to do 9/11.
Lichton: We were not responsible for that. That was the other organization trying to run the world.
Laemuer: The U.S. Government?
Everyone let out a laugh.
Lichton: But seriously Satyr, you are here because you are responsible for the Power Pack's formation.
Satyr: What the hell are you talking about?
Lichton: Pillz and Primus both received their powers from your Duce X Machine.
Satyr: Oh yeah, I forgot about that thing.
Poet stood there, silently, not believing these four morons were the brains behind the whole operation. Lichton explained the situation again. Poet watched the five Councilmen. Dposse seemed to be concentrating too much, Laemuer was drawing again, Mr. Scruffles seemed to be lost in thought, Kitsunekit was too busy petting his fox, and Satyr looked bored as hell. Poet wondered who really was in charge of this operation.
Lichton: Gentlemen, I implore you, we need a decision on this right now.
Dposse: Okay, a vote has been called for Gentlemen, my vote is, Nay, I think a further investigation into the Power Pack is warranted.
Laemuer: Yea, I say we need to eliminate them.
Mr. Scruffles: Nay, I think we need to place them into suspended animation until we can harness their powers for our own.
Kitsunekit: Yea, Miss. Foxalot told me we need to kill them as fast as we can.
Lichton: Two for killing The Power Pack and two against, Virtual Satyr, it comes down to you.
Satyr: As mush as I hate to say it, I have to agree with Miss. Foxalot, let's kill the bastards.
Lichton: And so it is settled, we shall eliminate the Power Pack. I will get word out to our agent and hopefully the job will get done. This meeting is adjourned.
The first four Councilmen went out the door they came in, Satyr, however, jumped over the bench.
Lichton: What are you doing?
Satyr: Those guys are probably comfortable going in and out the backdoor, I always go through the front. Now, excuse me, I need to get back home and start my new business.
Lichton: What business is that?
Satyr: The "None of yours" kind.
Satyr pushed past the two of them and made his way out of the conference room. Lichton and Poet followed. The saw the people in the outer offices stop what they were doing to look up at the satyr. Satyr walked to the middle of the room, looked around, and then walked over to Agent Travis, who was sitting at a desk.
The two spoke briefly, shook each other's hands, and Satyr went to the elevators.
Jaded Poet: A most curious encouter. I ponder the motive.
Lichton: So do I. Follow him. I want to know what he's up to.
Jaded Poet: As you wish.
Pillz arrived at the Duplex. One of the officers approached him.
Officer: Hello Mr. Pillz. We've searched the house and went door to door. No one knew anything about the tenants. We talked to the landlord, he said the rent was paid for a full year.
Pillz: Thank you officer.
Officer: When we searched the house, we came across a box in one of the rooms marked "Agency", we did a quick scan, no electronics were detected.
Pillz: Good work. Can you lead me there?
Officer: Sure thing.
The Officer took Pillz to the room. From the looks of the room, Pillz could tell it was Radioactive Dude's. He opened the box. Inside were several folders. Pillz stopped at the one labeled "Power Pack". He read through the papers inside.
One paper clearly laid out the possibility that Agency planned to infiltrate The Power Pack. Radioactive Dude managed to discover that a Agency sleeper agent was a member of the Awesome Superpowers Message Board. Pillz thought back to what the Dude had said about JeNewBee.
Pillz put the folder back in the box, he turned to the officer.
Pillz: I need to get back to my headquarters. Take an inventory of all the stuff here, and make sure nothing happens to these files. They are very important.
Officer: Yes sir.
Pillz jumped into his car and sped away.
Back at Pero's House:
Raptor Pat: JeNewBee, you are not going to get away with this!
Burnsy: Think about it JeNewBee, there is 3 of us and only one of you. You are making a foolish mistake. Now, back away and we'll talk about it. We'll get you some help.
JeNewBee: I like you guy. But this is what I have to do! They told me to do this.
Raptor Pat: Who? Who told you?
JeNewBee: Them of course. They control everything.
Pero: I told you guys we should have played Hungry Hungry Hippo.
Burnsy: You cannot rob the bank JeNewBee, it's against the rules.
They were still playing Monopoly, waiting for Pillz to return. JeNewBee had went bankrupt and decided to "rob the bank".
Raptor Pat: Face it JeNewBee, you're bankrupt. I stopped a couple of bank robbers one time. It was real interesting too, apparently they walked into the bank only wearing...
Raptor Pat was cut off by his cell phone, which started playing "Dancing Queen".
Raptor Pat: Hold on guys, I'm getting a text.
Pat looked at his cell and his face got dark for a second, then he grinned. He looked at his teammates.
JeNewBee: Who was that? Dustin Hoffman?
Raptor Pat: No, it was not Dustin Hoffman. It was a friend. He sent me a funny text message.
Burnsy: What did it say?
Raptor Pat looked at the message again. He looked as though he were trying to come up with something.
Raptor Pat: It said, "Why couldn't the chicken fly through the window? It was closed."
Pero: That's not funny.
Raptor Pat: I thought it was.
JeNewBee: Tell me about the robbers. Tell me now!
Raptor Pat: No, my momentum is off.
Pero: Pillz is here.
Pillz came storming down into the basement. He didn't say a word until he went right up to JeNewBee and aimed his ring at him.
Pillz: Listen to me you crazy son of a bitch. I want some answers and I want them right goddamn now.
Everyone leapt from the table. Pero and Raptor Pat stared at Pillz and JeNewBee.
While everyone was distracted, Burnsy decided to take a glance at her cell phone. Her cell was on vibrate, so no one heard her receive a text. It said: "Lichton here. We have decided...take them out".
Burnsy smiled. She had grown quite tired of these boy's antics. Now it was time for some real action. Unlike these fools, she had trained with her powers most of her life. She was more than capable of taking on these four. It's why the Agency hired her to begin with. She kind of resented the fact they stuck her in a sleeper position, monitoring geeky message boards.
Burnsy watched the four boys. Pat was busy asking what was going on, Pero seemed amused, and Pillz was calling JeNewBee a traitor.
Burnsy ignited fires in both hands.
Pillz waited for JeNewBee to answer. He had just asked him about the symbol on his hand.
JeNewBee: The symbol is the symbol of those who worship her!
Pillz: Who is her?
JeNewBee: She is her. It's all a matter of where and when you were when it happened.
Pillz: When what happened?
Before JeNewBee could answer, a fireball flew across the room and struck Raptor Pat. Pillz felt the heat of another one and instantly turn, using the energy of his ring to shield him.
The fireball struck the energy shield, but did not dissipate, instead the fire lingered on the shield and began to spread over it. Pillz expanded the shield.
Pero saw Raptor Pat was on fire and immediately grabbed the table cloth and put the fire out.
Burnsy: Give it up. You all are going to end up like Craptor Pat over there, so just surrender and I'll make it fast.
Pillz took a glance at Raptor Pat, he could tell the kid was dead. Pillz looked at his shield, which was completely cutting off them from her, but the fire was starting to consume the ceiling and making it's way over the shield. If Pillz were to try to contain the fire in a bubble, it would give her another opportunity to strike. He decided to distract her.
Pillz: So, you are the sleeper agent? Well, you had me fooled. Listen, you don't have to do this. Whatever they are paying you or giving you, I will give you myself. What do you want?
Burnsy laughed.
Burnsy: It's not about what I want, it's what the Agency wants, and they want you dead.
Pillz looked behind him.
Pillz: You two get out of here, I'll hold her back as long as I can.
Pero just shook his head.
Pero: We're a team, remember? Power Pack, Assemble!
Pero concentrated and transformed himself into PeroHulk.
PeroHulk: I can take her heat. Drop your shield and let me at her.
Pillz: Are you sure?
PeroHulk: PeroHulk smash fire girl.
JeNewBee heard the voice of his bird.
Justin: It's time.
Burnsy saw the retard turn into his monster form. She knew exactly what to do. As soon as Pillz lowered his shield, she would blast JeNewBee and send fire into the face of PeroHulk. While he was distracted, she would then use the fire on JeNewBee to attack Pillz with. The she'd unleash on PeroHulk.
Simple as that.
But it wasn't.
Pillz lowered his shield to let PeroHulk through, Burnsy sailed a fireball at JeNewBee. It struck it's target, but the result was not what Burnsy was expecting. The last thin she remembered before waking up in an empty basement was the room flashing a bright silver.
Pero found himself in the kitchen. He was on the floor, or what was left of it. As soon as his eyes adjusted, he could see a huge hole in the kitchen floor.
Just then, his mom walked in.
Pero's Mom: What on earth is going on? AHHHHH!!!! Look at the floor! What have I told you about transforming in the house! Look what you did! That is coming out of your allowance!
Pero got up and realized he was still in hulk form. He looked through the hole in the floor. Everyone was gone. He ran past his mom into the living room. He saw Burnsy run out of the garage, which was connected to the basement. She hopped into her car and sped off.
Pero thought about chasing after her, but he wanted to make sure his friend was alright. He tried to concentrate to return to his original form, and found he could not. He climbed down through the hole and went into the basement.
He saw Raptor's Pat's body was still there, it was underneath the upturned table. However, Pillz and JeNewBee were gone.
Pero called out for them. There was no answer from them, but he did hear something. It was Justin, JeNewBee's bird. He didn't seem to be injured. Instead, he flew up through the hole and tried to fly out the front room window. Pero's mom saw the bird and opened the door. Justin flew out.
Pero scanned the room and saw something shiny on the floor.
It was Pillz' ring.
Pero knew JeNewBee would never leave his bird behind and he definately knew Pillz would never dare take that ring off of his finger.
So, where did they go?
For 3 hours, Jaded Poet followed the satyr around.
The satyr had stopped to get something to eat. Had stopped into two different adult bookstores, one strip club, and a drugstore. It seemed to Poet that the creature was just wasting time.
The satyr was just driving around now. Finally, he stopped and parked next to a closed junkyard. Poet parked a block away, out of sight, and watched the satyr.
Satyr got out of his car and pulled out a set of keys. He unlocked the door to the junkyard's lot and went in. Five minutes later, Poet followed.
Poet snuck in and got a glimpse of Satyr, was walking down one of the rows and whistling a tune.
Poet kept his distance, but followed. Finally, Satyr stopped and yelled out.
Satyr: Come out Poet! I know you're there! So come out and let's talk.
Poet was taken by surprise. He knew he was careful and had no idea how the satyr could have known he was there. He patted his gun and walked out into view.
Jaded Poet: I depreciated your shrewdness. My amends are owed to you.
Satyr: Drop the bullshit talk. It might impress the ladies, but it doesn't do shit for me.
Jaded Poet: Fine. What the fuck are you up to?
Satyr: Ah, now you're speaking my language. I'm here to arrange an introduction between you and my friend. Oh, and by the way, I was bluffing, I really didn't know if you were there or not.
Jaded Poet: Who is your friend?
Satyr let out a high pitched whistle.
Agent Travis emerged from behind a junked car.
Jaded Poet: I have already met Agent Travis.
Travis laughed.
Travis: Ah Poet, there is so little you know. But don't feel bad, everybody at The Agency is in the dark. You see, my name ain't really Travis.
Jaded Poet: Then what is it?
Travis: All in good time. All you need to know, is this: We need your help.
Travis clapped his hands.
Out from behind the same car, came out two more people Poet was familiar with.
Jaded Poet: Hello Llama.
Dealy Llama: Are you sure we need this goofy looking bastard? I can send this Mrs. in there just as easily to get the job done, not some reject from a high school production of Hamlet.
Travis: Hush Llama. Show him.
Dealy Llama: You got it boss.
Llama honked his nose. The Mrs. did not transform. Travis did. Where the man Poet knew as Agent Travis once stood, now stood a midget.
Travis: Now you see me in my true form Poet. Come, there is much we need to talk about.
To Be Continued.
