J's voice echoed in the white-marble room, a hint of incredulity lacing his words. "We didn't sanction this, did we?" His gaze was fixed on the holographic screen, displaying the chaotic scene of Zarta people entangled in a mess of tentacles.
O, standing beside him, nodded solemnly. "Indeed, we didn't. Z had explicitly ordered the Zarta to keep their problems to themselves." Her voice was calm, a stark contrast to the turmoil unfolding on the screen.
J exhaled, a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. "O, there's a Kylothian spaceship parked in Central Park. Are we absolutely certain the Light of Zarta isn't there?"
O's gaze didn't waver from the screen. "I can't be certain, J," she admitted, her tone steady. "But Z entrusted his finest agents to handle this matter. They were the best we had."
J's eyes narrowed, a spark of determination igniting within them. "Then why don't we ask him ourselves?"
O shook her head, a hint of regret in her eyes. "I'm afraid that's not possible."
J's brow furrowed. "Is he dead?"
O chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "Not quite. He's working at the post office now."
J's expression froze, his eyes wide with disbelief. "The post off...?"
"Yes, your old partner, K," O confirmed, her voice heavy with regret. "If Serleena finds him first, he's as good as dead. The fate of the earth rests in his hands... It's a shame we had to erase his memory."
O's voice hardened, her gaze meeting J's. "Bring him back. Immediately."
J was about to end the call when O's voice stopped him. "Wait, J."
J's brow furrowed. "What is it?"
O's gaze was thoughtful. "The individual you brought in earlier today. What's his story?"
J shrugged, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "How should I know? I arrested him on your orders."
O's gaze didn't waver. "It seems he allowed himself to be caught. He's caused quite a ruckus at headquarters. The tech department's weapons have been looted, a significant amount of intelligence data has been stolen, and he even made off with Z's private luxury car. Several agents were seriously injured, but thankfully, no fatalities."
J's eyes widened, shock etched on his face. "Where did this **** come from?!"
O's gaze was steady. "Well, you brought him here. Regardless, he's a threat. Z has listed him as our most wanted. You and K need to prioritize the Light of Zarta. If you encounter him, capture or kill him if possible. But remember, the Light of Zarta is your primary objective. Do you understand?"
J nodded, a grim determination settling on his features. "Understood."
***
In the bustling heart of Manhattan, Jon found himself behind the wheel of a luxury car, a recent acquisition that had quickly become his pride and joy. The vehicle, having been enchanted by hellfire, was now under Jon's complete control. With a mere thought, he could disable its positioning function, effectively rendering it invisible to the MiB.
A display screen was mounted on the dashboard, currently showing an image of an alien creature. Its skin was a rich brown, its body grotesquely fat, and tentacles sprouted from every conceivable part of its form. The alien's information was displayed alongside:
Name: Hamize Tatar
Galaxy: Karoo Galaxy
Crimes: Rape, Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Torture, Murder.
Jon squinted at the screen, struggling to pronounce the alien's name. "Ha...what Ze...Tatar?" He finally gave up, shrugging dismissively. "Forget it, let's just call you Tatar! You won't be around much longer anyway!" With a smirk, he made a U-turn, altering his course.
A thought suddenly occurred to him, causing his brow to furrow in confusion. "Why wasn't this scumbag apprehended sooner? He's been roaming free all this while? His information here is incredibly detailed." Jon voiced his doubts aloud, but didn't dwell on them. Instead, he pressed down on the accelerator, the luxury car surging forward as he sped towards his target.
***
In a nondescript rental motel room nestled amidst the urban sprawl, a man and a woman sauntered in, their laughter echoing through the otherwise silent space. The man, Jimmy, was strikingly handsome with an air of suave sophistication, while the woman was a vision of allure, her scantily clad figure reminiscent of a nightclub dancer.
"Jimmy! Is this your regular place? It's so clean!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.
Jimmy chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "It helps maintain my human facade," he quipped.
The woman frowned, puzzled. "What did you say?"
Jimmy waved her off, a casual smile on his face. "Nothing, don't mind."
She shrugged, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Wait for me on the bed, darling. I need to touch up my makeup."
As she disappeared into the bathroom, Jimmy watched her retreating figure, his eyes clouded with uncertainty. He reached up to touch his face, his skin unnaturally soft, almost as if it could be torn off with a mere tug. He rubbed his face, the skin distorting under his touch.
Twenty minutes later, the woman emerged from the bathroom, her makeup freshly applied. Jimmy was already waiting on the bed, sitting upright with no intention of lying down. She joined him, her voice soft and soothing. "What's wrong, dear? If something's bothering you, you can tell me. I don't usually offer this service, but for a little extra, I can lend an ear."
Jimmy was silent for a moment before he finally spoke. "If... I wasn't human, but an alien, would you still sleep with me?"
The woman was taken aback, her laughter ringing out. "Why are you talking so weird, darling?"
Jimmy's gaze was intense. "Answer me. Yes or no?"
She hesitated, then nodded. "Of course, darling! I wouldn't reject you, no matter what."
Jimmy's lips curled into a smile. "Really? That's great."
With that, he reached behind his head, his hands disappearing into his hair. What happened next was something straight out of a horror movie. Jimmy's head split open, a mass of brown flesh writhing out. His human skin was shed, revealing a grotesque alien form covered in tentacles.
Aaaaaaah!
The woman screamed, her terror palpable. She tried to flee, but the alien was quicker. His tentacles snaked out, wrapping around her and pulling her back.
"Liar!" he roared, his voice filled with rage. He forced her to face him, his voice a menacing growl. "You said you wouldn't reject me! I love you human females. I love you, but why don't you love me?!"
"Please... let me go!" she pleaded, her voice choked with fear. "I have a daughter to raise, please!"
"No!" the alien bellowed. "You must pay for your deception!"
His tentacles tightened around her, one wrapping around her neck. She struggled, gasping for breath, her vision starting to blur.
Boom!
Suddenly, the door exploded in a burst of flames. When the smoke cleared, a figure stood in the doorway. A flaming skull for a head, clad in leather, a heavy chain draped around its body. The Ghost Rider has arrived.
The alien released the woman in surprise, and she collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. The Ghost Rider's gaze fell on her, and he shook his head, signaling her to leave. She stared at him in fear and fled, leaving the Ghost Rider alone with the alien.
"You dare let my prey go!" the alien roared, lunging at the Ghost Rider. But before he could reach him, the Ghost Rider pulled out a three-cylinder laser gun. The wall behind him was engulfed in hellfire, the blue energy turning a fiery red.
"Sorry for interrupting your nasty tentacle play," the Ghost Rider said, his voice a low growl. "But I've been wanting to try this out."
Boom!
With a deafening boom, a beam of light erupted from the gun, engulfing the alien and the wall behind him. When the light faded, all that remained was a pile of ash.
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