The MIB

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Hearing Modo's distressed voice, drew the others in like flies to honey. Charley was the second to arrive at the scene and stood by Modo's side as the grey hulk cradled the girl in his arms. "What's happened?" the mechanic called out only to look over her shoulder as Throttle spoke out, "She's a heart patient?" This notion made Charley frown.

"She's not breathin' guys!" Modo warned, making Charley panic.

Throttle's shaded eyes searched through the label upon the small glass tube to find a number that linked it to the clinic from which it was given and made the call.

"Hello?" came an elderly man's voice.

"Hello? Is this the-" Throttle's sentence was cut off for the man on the other side of the line broke in, "How did you get this number?"

Over hearing the retort, Charley quickly grabbed the phone with shaking hands, "Ray..she's unconscious," she cried. After giving the speaker their exact location she'd hung up, and knelt down by Ray's side, "Help is coming, please hang on."

Modo turned to Charlie still cradling Rei, a flash back to Dr. Karbuncles underground lab on Mars. Her body was cold then, and dressed in bandages. He felt static on his fur as his heart jumped to his throat as the vision in his arms shifted from a bandaged prisoner to the limp biker. His eyes began to glaze with unshed tears.

"Oh Mama...It's just like before..."

Charley turned to her friend's comment, "Before?"

~*~

Back in MIB Headquarters, the elderly Director and Agent painted a deathly pale expression.

"Kay what's wrong?" Agent Jay was hot on Agent Kay's tail as his superior closed the distance with the door.

"It's Ray, she's unconscious."

Jay watched as his partner pulled out a small briefcase from a shelf and quickly made his way to the main exit, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Chicago," Kay casually responded as he stepped into the Room from which they would get flushed to their final destination.

"Not without me you're not." Jay cut in as he grabbed his own black formal coat and a briefcase that was handed to him.

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