Life's Second Chance

My Heart Beats for You

Flicking to the source of the voice, Limburger found a young man, seeming to be in his early twenties. "We will handle your little infestation, and you give me the girl's heart. Fair enough?"

Feeling uneasy Limburger didn't feel enough comfort to sit himself down. Though, by how this mysterious other spoke, it was as if they'd been watching his movements for quite some time-how else would they know about his rodent infestation? 

Deciding to pull his weight around completely pushed away the fact that his office had turned into a hall for the Men In Black parade so to speak. " I-" his outburst was cut short when he heard clicks ring around the room-guns pointed to his head. Chuckling nervously added, "Ehe.. was wondering if I could get you some refreshments?"

The young man chuckled, "Not necessary. All I need is your cooperation."

"How will I know your 'services' are reliable?" spouted Limburger.

"Fair question," came the man's emotionless voice. Snapping a finger, had one of his men bring a small shoebox and hand it to the alien

Recalling all the mobster and gangster re-runs he'd watched, Limburger gulped hard. Typically when someone was handed a box, a body part would be tucked inside. Gulping, chuckled nervously, "Is this really necessary?" Meeting the stern narrow gaze of the other looked down and shakily lifted the box's lid to find a cell phone and a photograph. "I believe that man had been causing you some ailments, so to show you that we are here in your favor..took care of him in advance."

Eyes widened at the photograph of his fellow Plutarkian who'd taken hold of Detroit, and felt his mouth run dry. "Dare I ask what happened to him?"

The man wearing the black suit brought his fingertips together, "Let's just say.. You won't be hearing from him any time soon.."

Heart racing, Limburger's business-man persona took over. "Well in that case, we better discuss how to find this girl and give you her heart." The attempt to change topic was the only way the poor alien could calm his nerves.

With one blink, the seated man called another character to the Big Cheese's left, "I believe you're familiar with this girl, she hangs around a garage by the name of "Last Chance." "

Surprised to see a photograph of the new tag-along-human- and looked up , "Seriously, with all you're power, charm and good looks, you can settle for better."

The young man laughed heartily, "Lucky for you, I'm in a really good mood, else I would've been having fish stew for dinner." The young man's dark tones sounded casually sadistic. "As I stated before you've got the wrong idea."

"Then please..Elaborate." Limburger took a seat at the chair in front of his desk.

"Riches..power.. respect..what do they all have in common?" came the rhetorical question, "They all require a trump card-some kind of manner to keep all other rivals in check. You want the city? What use is the city if you can have the planet?"

"I'm listening," Limburger leaned in with eyes fixed on the speaker.

"I can give you this planet, if you can literally give me her heart."

Catching the drift, the Plutarkian's blood ran cold, his face became pale. " You mean you want me to k-"

Laughing darkly the man continued, "Now you're catching on. I presume you're familiar with the M.I.B. correct?" seeing the purple suited other nod, the unnamed man explained, "They had come across the ultimate weapon. Their plans-the prototype-had all been erased after  information had been leaked. The Martian government had gotten wind of just enough of the information to catch the M.I.B's attention. Unfortunately all those involved in the project had their memories erased. except for one." Reading the conclusion from Limburger's features smiled, "Exactly, that girl was one of those involved in the project. Her grandfather was the lead Agent. Luckily about three years back, we had captured her and extracted all the information we needed to build the said weapon. Unfortunately, even with all our efforts to conceal the procedure, we were still discovered-literally forcing us to move everything under ground." Pausing the man added, "We needed a way to conceal the finished project, and so latched it onto a living host."

"You mean-" Limburger was cut off.

"You seem to catch on pretty quickly. Her heart is literally a ticking time bomb filled with enough atomic power to annihilate an entire solar system. We were supposed to retrieve it last year..but .. things didn't go as we had planned. Her memory was erased, hence threatening the lives of people she knew wouldn't work anymore."

"What makes you think your plan will work in your favor now?" Limburger prodded, his attention full of curiosity.

"We made a replacement" the shady man casually stated in a-matter-of-fact sort of tone.

Limburger's frown was diverted to a character dressed in biker's attire who seemed to materialize out of thin air. From head to toe she looked exactly like the new tag-along- that hung around the biker mice. His shock and surprise forced him to stand up. Walking up to the new girl sized the character up and placed a pondering finger under his chin. "I'm impressed. But what does having a replacement have to do with anything?"

Standing up the character walked up to Limburger and placed a heavy hand upon his shoulders, "Ah, my good man, why should I spoil the surprise? There's only one number saved on that cell. When you've made your decision call me at midnight tomorrow." And with the click of a finger, the lights flickered and blinked, only to illuminate an empty room.