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The Door swings open and in strides a familiar face who hasn't been seen lately. Agent K doesn't miss a step but he's smiling by the time he reaches Bar and takes a seat.

"Been a while, Darlin'," he says as he pats Bar and a bourbon appears before him.

He looks over his shoulder at the rest of the bar and shakes his head. "Still haven't blown themselves up yet. Will wonders never cease."

[tags: Bar, Darryl "Mother" Roskow]

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K smirks. "I think she thinks you're a lifeline."

"In other words, someone at the bureau who actually gives a shit about her situation?"

Goldy snorts, cocktail halfway to her lips.

"Fuck. It's a harsh world if I'm the compassionate one."

"Zed's not big on making compassion a priority, it's true. Could call it a character flaw, I suppose."

"Not that he ever tries to work on it," K smirks. "Or is likely to."

"Heh. He wouldn't be Zed if he did," Goldy chuckles.

"I don't mind picking up the slack. It's fine, if really weird."

She shrugs and takes a first sip from her drink.

"Fortunately, weird is my lifeblood. I wouldn't be living here or working for you guys if it wasn't."

"That was one of the strengths in your resume, as I recall."

"So what's Agent L's latest crisis?"

Goldy's ultra-smart-phone beeps again, more loudly this time. She picks it up and checks the incoming message. Then snickers.

"See for yourself. She just took a picture."

She turns the screen towards K and awaits his response.

K takes her phone for a second for a closer look.

He points. "Looks like she's got ahold of a dorsal fin there. Could be a Chrysler Cordoba over here. And that's...." he squints, possibly in mild alarm. "Is that a grapefruit?"

Goldy shakes her head. "Too big. It's either a pomelo or a Rosilagian crateball."

After a bit more squinting, she grunts.

"Can't we get better resolution on these things? Six megapixels just doesn't work in tri-solar environments."

"I keep bitching to B about that, but the man just refuses to stop working on that damn Tillinghast Ice-Cream Machine."

"As if the world needs Tindalos Swirl or Deep One Seaweed Chunk."

As she types a quick reply to L and sends it, Goldy wrinkles her nose distastefully.

"Ugh. No."

She wasn't really listening, but K's tone implied that the end products wouldn't be desirable. She sets the phone back on the counter and imbibes a little more of her drink.

"Seriously though, any ideas on how we can get her out of the marriage without causing a diplomatic incident? Most of my ideas end in intergalactic war, or at the very least, 'beef jerky' embargos."

Her finger-quotes might raise questions from the average man. Not from K though.

K grimaces at the mention of 'beef jerky.' "We end up with an embargo, and there'll be no end of hell from the Krylians. Not to mention the French."

"And Zed'll have both our heads if another war breaks out. The Prank War's damn near got him ready to drag that old Doomsday Machine out of mothballs as it is."

Eyebrows raise.

"That sounds like something Zed wouldn't let me within several parsecs of."

It's as close to an admission of ignorance as you'll ever get from Goldy. She could look it up on the classified MiB Wiki, but her drink is apparently a higher priority right now.

"He is a bit particular about who he gives the keys to a Planet Killer."

"Still not sure where the hell he got his hands on the thing. All we need is for the Annelids to hack the security codes and take the damn thing out for a joy ride."

"Hmmm, yeah," Goldy agrees.

A smirk returns to her face.

"Something akin to the biggest, most devastating weapon in the universe? They shouldn't even be given knowledge of that, let alone be allowed near it."

The same applies to her. Well done, K!

"If the Krylian planet ever turns up missing, we'll know who to lean on first."

"Hell, we probably have to worry about L getting her hands on it right now more than them."

Goldy nods.

"She does seem pretty desperate."

"I should pay her a visit," she resolves. "In person, maybe I can... negotiate for her release? Or at least study the current law out there. There might be a loophole or something, that hasn't made it into our data files yet."

"Either way, I'm sure she'd appreciate a bit of flipper-free company."

"She might at that," K nods.

"Been a while since I had to look over Regulan law, but I don't remember it being any more of a headache than most. Hell, this whole thing wouldn't have become a problem in the first place if L hadn't thrown back one too many Fuzzy Astronauts before she started hitting on the Ambassador. It's not like he's a bad guy. He's just a little... squishy."

"Mmmm... he sounds like my kind of guy," Goldy murmurs. Possibly in jest, but who really knows with her?

"What do I need to do to get out there?" she then inquires.

"Talk to V in Charter Services."

"Make sure she doesn't get you a Gorn ship. Got beds like slabs of granite, and the food processors have seventeen flavors of sludge that make last year's gym socks a savory delight."

"Fair enough."

"At some point I'd like to learn how to pilot an interstellar craft or two. Not that Zed would ever let me fly anything from our fleet, but... you never know when the skill might come in handy."

Like, if she wanted to take a trip in one anyway.

"Remember, most of what we have is on the small side. Five-man ships at most. We leave the heavier vessels to the alien fleets. They're just too damn expensive to maintain, and even we would have a time trying to keep an Arquillian battlecruiser off the planet's radar for years on end."

"But a Centauri Zephyr, now. You could scoot that out of its dock without anybody the wiser, once you know what you're doing."

"...Speaking hypothetically, of course." K eyes her sideways.

A perfect eyebrow arches.

"Of course."

She takes a moment to punch a far from innocent To-Do note into her MiBlackberry, then grins at K.

"Thanks for the scoop. I don't suppose I can tempt you into accompanying me on this little jaunt to Regula?"

"An excellent idea, Agent. Always best to have back-up when it comes to domestic disturbance."

Actually, K is thinking about his next meeting with Zed, which his gut is telling him will be one of those that will end with him holding a to-do list three times bigger than what he went into it with. And considering what kinds of tasks are coming down the pipe, K would just as soon be hell and gone for a while.

"My feelings precisely," Goldy lies. Space travel can be long and lonely—she really just wants some companionship for the journey. Having K on-hand once they arrive is unnecessary as far as she's concerned.

"This is going to be fun."

K chuckles. "Let's just hope L feels the same way."

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