The Claudia Schiffer mask falls to the floor, a lifeless expression on its face. The Claudia body however is now crowned with the head of a middle aged man, whose receding hairline and jowls are in stark contrast with all below it. "Hi kid," he says producing a cigarette from its hiding place deep between his breasts. He shrugs. "Gotta keep one somewhere when I'm in disguise and this one doesn't afford many hiding places." He digs further and finds a slimline lighter. "This might be my last for a while seeing as Ms Schiffer doesn't smoke." He exhales through his nose. "What the hell is going on here," asks the awestruck Jim, his Keanu face draining of colour replicating his own hidden one. "Who are you and what IS all this?" "Well, I'm Agent K2 and you my young friend have broken into the headquarters of MIB, the Men in Bodysuits. Frankly, I'm impressed. Nobody has ever found there way in here in the entire history of the organisation." Jim found himself shivering. Secret organisations did not like being discovered. He'd seen the X-files and knew how intruders were dealt with. Steeling himself he asked: "So I'm dead meat?" Agent K2 smiled. "On the contrary; I said I was impressed!" "So you guys going to offer me a position or something?" Jim was joking, but felt excitement replacing his fear. It would sure beat his current job. "That's about the sum of it kid. The dead meat option is still open though." With K2 putting it this way Jim decided to
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