Title: Woman in Black
Disclaimer: Faith belongs to Joss and Mutant Enemy. Agent J and the Men in Black belong to Barry Sonnenfield, Columbia Pictures and other people who aren’t me.
Author’s Note: Response to #018 “Black” at Crossovers100 and FFA #1927
“Yo, dude, watch the light!” Faith growled, swatting the neuralyzer out of Agent J’s hand. “You tryin’ to blind me?” Sure, he was cute, and his suit was tight, but the whole blinding-her-with a stick thing she could live without.
J stared in astonishment. No one could resist the power of the neuralyzer. One flick of the switch and the woman in black leather should be primed to accept the MIB’s cover story, not swatting the machine out of his hand and breaking it all to pieces.
“What’s the matter, hotshot? Did I break your flashy stick?” Faith taunted. “Serves you right for trying to blind me.”
“That ‘stick’ was government property. Do you know how much one of these things costs?”
Faith shrugged. “No clue. But if the government pays a thousand bucks for a toilet seat, that’d better be worth a million. Looks like you won’t be getting a paycheck for a while, Ace.” She walked over to the edge of the three-story building. “You’re a muffin, all right, but next time watch what you do with your stick.” With that retort, she stepped backwards over the ledge.
J peered down and saw Faith walking away, unharmed.