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How long has it been now since the rhombulan invasion was thwarted- a week? A few days? That sounds about right, it’s late February and the world is slowly recovering from the battle, as are the Elite Beat Agents themselves! After all- they worked tirelessly to save the world, but their work hasn’t ended yet. Two weeks of travelling the world and helping people along the way means that they have a considerable amount of paperwork to take care of.
Derek shakes his hand to avoid it cramping up, “Aw man… Do we really have to fill out every little detail of what happened? This is gonna take ages!” he glances up at the rest of the agents as they sit at the meeting table, slowly working through heaps upon heaps of paperwork and reports, J nudges the redhead with a smile “What’s wrong, never pulled a few all-nighters?” The silver-haired Foxx scoffs at his cocky attitude and stands up to place a folder into a filing cabinet. It wasn’t an easy adventure, that’s for sure: there were setbacks, failed missions, near misses, and had things gone differently the world would have surely ended in its entirety. The agency is in need of a change; an upgrade! And that’s exactly what they’re working on- a massive overhaul is just what the doctor ordered. New tech, new protocols, additional training, whatever they can get their hands on.
“Our organisation system could use some work.” Foxx is quick to point out as she talks over her shoulder, “We have that storeroom for confiscated goods but they’ve been organised so poorly that we have no idea where we actually put anything! And don’t get me started on some of these reports, they’re supposed to be placed chronologically, not in any which way you want!” She picks up a few folders and waves them at the rest of the agents in frustration. Yeah… They had all been a little lax on filing before the Rhombulans came about, J is quick to clap his hands together and stand up “Oh! You need someone to reorganise the confiscated junk–” Foxx and Chieftain shoot him an irritated look, making the agent sigh “To reorganise the confiscated items ?”. Spin laughs to himself as Foxx gives him an mocking smile “That would be great ! J! You’re such a helpful little guy!”
“Didn’t need to add the “little” bit… I’d do anything to get out of writing for eight hours. Come on, Derek.”
“H-huh? What?” Derek stares up at the agent with a confused look “Why me? I’m busy! I’m giving the report a certain “je nais se quoi” ~” J raises an eyebrow as he drags Derek up by the forearm “And I’m sure Kahn would appreciate it, but somehow I don’t think fanfiction is what he’s looking for~” the afro sporting agent huffs as he gives in and goes along with J.
Missy rests her cheek on her hand as she watches the duo leave the room, “He’s changed a lot, huh…”
“Huh?” Spin looks from J to Missy with a confused look, “What do you mean?”
“Haven’t you noticed it? He used to be so dismissive and arrogant! Now he’s aloof and smug instead.” she giggles to herself. “ Doesn’t that mean the same thing? Oh- oh jeez, you aren’t still upset over what happened on the mountain, right…?” Missy shakes her head “Nah, I think he learned his lesson. And it got me a cool wildfire!” the rest of the agents look at her nervously, the girl cackles in a dramatic tone in satisfaction.
“Agents!”
As a large monitor turns on on one end of the room, the agents quickly stand at attention to see Kahn ready to give a quick mission briefing! “Divas, listen up! This next mission is important!” “Yes sir!” The three girls shout in unison.
Mission Statement:
Penelope Rose, age 79, currently living in Missouri, is having trouble with neighbours stealing plants from her greenhouse before a big botany competition.
“Is… is there… any more info than that?” Starr tilts her head. Kahn looks down at something off camera for a moment. “No, that’s everything.” “Yes sir… ” the girls mumble in unison. Kahn nods. “Agents are… GO!! ”
The divas leave wasting no time at all, running to take the convertible to the location of interest, the remaining three agents look towards the screen as Chieftain folds his arms “Anything you need us to do?” Kahn copies the Chief’s stance “Other than finish the report and reorganise the filing cabinets by date and time? No.” before any of them can respond, the monitor flickers as it switches back to a regular looking screensaver, Chieftain and Morris groan while Spin stands up and walks over the cabinets that Foxx had previously shown interest in, he flicks through a few files before finding some of the earliest labels. " 1963? Woah… that’s crazy! The agency’s been around since the 60’s?”
“Hm? Oh, well, not exactly.” Chieftain looks down at Spin as Morris leans over to join the kid in reminiscing “Believe it or not, but for a few decades Kahn was handling missions solo.”
“Yeah, he was one of those vigilante types for the longest time, right?” Morris asks, Chieftain nods in response. “Mm, it wasn’t until the early 90’s that I got recruited, from there- making a team was an obvious next step. Commander Kahn formed the Elite Beat Agents, an independent group of heroes that help those in need.” “Crazy…” Spin whispers to himself as he looks through folder after folder from the 90’s. ‘ 96… ‘97… ‘98– “Woah, is this–” just as Spin lifts up a file, a picture falls out of it, it’s fairly old and blurry, but it looks like a photograph of J, the same type of picture they would take for their agency badges. It’s strange, if it is him, it’s a photo from several years ago. He’s not wearing any uniform, his hair is messy, his bright pink shutter shades and scarf clash with his royal blue t-shirt and to top it off It’s like he’s avoiding the camera, no wonder it’s so blurry. He would look at the name, but it’s been mysteriously crossed out with a redaction pen, all except the first letter of his first name, J. “Awww!” Spin blushes “J was so cute and cheeky back then!” Morris looks over “Oh hey! I think this was that mission that he actually helped out with.”
“Huh? Really?” Spin skims through the file. “His first mission was a demon attack?”
“Not exactly.” Chieftain mutters as he snatches the photograph from Spin’s grasp. “J had been shadowing us for about two months by this point.”
“What, like an intern?” Chieftain raises an eyebrow for a second, it looks like he’s carefully considering how to respond to that, Morris chuckles to himself before answering anyway “Yeah, totally, and he was real fussy about it too. Just look at the photo! It took us ages to get that blurry profile, imagine how tough it was for us to get him to take part in our missions? Let alone wear a suit and tie.” Spin laughs in response “Man, I wish I could hear about the adventures he went on.”
“You’re holding the file, ain’t ya?” Morris points out. Spin blinks at him for a second before quickly opening up and reading through, letting his imagination handle the little details of what happened on that fateful autumn day of 1998.