Chapter 74: A Birthday in the Stars
In the grand tapestry of the cosmos, the alignment of celestial bodies and the timing of terrestrial events often seemed to dance in a mysterious synchrony. Whether it was the hand of fate or a mere cosmic coincidence, Jon found himself privy to a piece of information that could potentially turn the tide in his favor. The memory of the cake girl, a seemingly insignificant detail, revealed that today was the birthday of Boris the Animal, the notorious intergalactic criminal.
Jon had initially planned to use the Polyjuice Potion, a magical concoction that allowed him to assume the form of another, to disguise himself as the cake girl. He intended to infiltrate the lunar prison, where Boris and his gang of cosmic miscreants were held, under the guise of delivering a birthday cake. The plan was simple yet daring: to eliminate Boris and his criminal cohorts in one fell swoop.
However, the unfolding events suggested a different approach. Jon realized he could apply directly to the MIB for a visit to the lunar prison. It was a risk, but one he was willing to take.
As he approached the end of a corridor, an automatic double door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a sleek spaceship. Its metallic surface gleamed under the artificial lights, a testament to the advanced technology of the MIB.
A stern-faced agent, his black suit as crisp as his demeanor, warned Jon, "Don't touch anything after you get in, follow the arrangements, and don't do anything suspicious. Do you understand?"
Jon shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Of course," he replied, his voice laced with an undercurrent of excitement.
Stepping into the spaceship, Jon felt a rush of adrenaline. This was his first time flying a spaceship, a fact that added an extra layer of thrill to his mission. He settled into the cabin, the cool leather of the seat pressing against his back. The captain's voice echoed through the intercom, "Fasten your seat belt!"
Jon complied, securing the seat belt around his waist. The spaceship hummed to life, the low thrum of the engines vibrating through the cabin. As the skylight on the ceiling slowly retracted, revealing the vast expanse of the star-studded sky, the spacecraft's thrusters ignited with a burst of blue fire.
The spaceship ascended, leaving the confines of the MIB headquarters behind. Jon watched as the world below grew smaller, his heart pounding in his chest. He was on his way to the lunar prison, on a mission that could either end in victory or disaster. But for now, he was just a man on a spaceship, flying towards the moon on a notorious criminal's birthday.
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The spacecraft pierced through the veil of clouds, leaving the familiar blue and green of Earth behind. The universe stretched out before them, an infinite expanse of darkness punctuated by the twinkling of distant stars. Time seemed to lose its meaning as they journeyed through the cosmos, the spacecraft gradually decelerating as they approached their destination: the moon.
The moon, a cold and lifeless celestial body, was home to a towering structure that stood out against the barren landscape. This was the lunar prison, a fortress of solitude for the universe's most dangerous criminals.
The spacecraft descended towards an exit cabin adjacent to the prison, the thrusters kicking up a cloud of lunar dust as it landed. The ceiling of the cabin retracted, allowing the spacecraft to glide into the base.
Once the spacecraft had settled, the hatch hissed open, and Jon emerged. His boots crunched against the lunar surface, the gravity noticeably lighter than on Earth.
The pilot disembarked from the cockpit, making his way to the rear cabin. He returned with a small box, which he handed to Jon. "This is yours," he said, his voice echoing in the silent expanse of the moon.
Jon opened the box to reveal a cake, its frosting untouched by the journey. The pilot then handed Jon a pass badge, its metallic surface glinting in the pale lunar light. "You can only enter with this prison visit pass," he instructed.
"Thank you, sir," Jon replied, securing the pass badge around his neck. He held the cake in one hand, the other resting on the badge. With a final nod to the pilot, he turned and made his way towards the lunar prison, his heart pounding in his chest. The stage was set for his daring mission, and there was no turning back now.
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Jon, carrying the cake, traversed the chillingly sterile corridor until he reached a formidable door. A guard, clad in the uniform of the lunar prison, stepped forward to halt his progress. Another guard produced a scanner, running it over the prison visit pass that hung from Jon's neck. His eyes widened as he read the information displayed on the scanner.
"Wow~! Wow~! Someone actually came to visit Boris the Animal. This is really the first time in forty years!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing in the cold corridor.
Jon remained silent, his gaze steady. A third guard approached, an instrument in his hand that he used to scan Jon's cake.
"This is just a cake," Jon said, his voice calm and even.
"It doesn't matter what you say," the guard retorted, his tone stern. He glanced at the data on the instrument, which read: "Paper Cover 6%, Organic matter 94%."
"Well, It does look like some kind of cake," he conceded, his suspicion momentarily abated.
"Okay, then I wish you good luck! You have to be careful with that guy," the guard warned, stepping aside to allow Jon passage. He swiped an electronic card, and the door slid open with a soft hiss.
Jon stepped through the door, two guards trailing behind him. Their eyes were trained on him, their duty to ensure he made no suspicious moves. After all, he was here to visit Boris the Animal, the most dangerous prisoner in the lunar prison.
They led Jon to an elevator, which ascended to the floor where Boris was held. The elevator doors opened to reveal a curved corridor lined with cells, each one housing a dangerous criminal from across the universe.
"I can have a full meal again!" Jon murmured, a greedy smile playing on his lips as he inhaled the sweet scent of sin permeating the air.
"What did you say?" one of the guards asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Nothing," Jon replied with a shrug, continuing down the corridor.
After what felt like an eternity, they arrived at the largest cell at the end of the corridor. This cell was different from the others, its entrance sealed by a heavy iron door. It was as if it was designed to contain a monstrous beast.
And indeed, it was. Behind that door was Boris the Animal, the most feared prisoner in the lunar prison.
One of the guards stepped forward, keying in a code on the lock next to the door. The iron door slid open automatically, revealing the darkness within.
"Boris the Animal, you have a visitor!" the guard announced, his voice echoing ominously in the cell.
Inside the cell, a hulking figure slowly turned to face the intruders. He was clad in a yellow prison uniform, his body encased in iron prison gear. His voice was a low growl, as rough and chilling as the lunar landscape outside. "It's only, Boris!" he declared, his tone defiant.
His face was a terrifying sight, a wild beard framing his hardened features. His eyes were hidden behind black frames, and his long, unkempt hair fell around his shoulders. Lines etched deep into his skin, adding to his fearsome appearance.
The guards flinched at his presence, a palpable sense of oppression filling the cell. But Jon remained unfazed. He smiled, stepping forward with the cake in his hands.
"Who are you?" Boris demanded, his gaze fixed on Jon.
"Your girlfriend was arrested by the MIB, so I came to visit you instead of her," Jon replied, his smile unwavering.
Boris frowned, his suspicion evident. "Then, you came a little too early, we haven't finalized the time yet."
"Of course, because she can't wait to see you!" Jon retorted, his tone light.
Boris hesitated, torn between his instincts warning him of the danger Jon posed and the prospect of a potential escape. He weighed his options, finally deciding to take a chance. "Well, alright," he conceded, turning to the guards. "Today is a special day. Can you help us cut the cake?"
"No need, dude," Jon interrupted, his voice firm. "Just let me do it for you."
As he spoke, Jon reached into the cake, pulling out a strange-looking insect. It was a part of Boris, a creature capable of breaking open his prison gear. In the original plot, the Cake Girl had used this plan to aid Boris's escape.
But now, Jon held the creature in his hand, a ball of hellfire igniting in his palm. The insect was consumed by the flames, its shrieks echoing in the cell.
"No----!" Boris roared, his voice filled with anguish.
"Happy birthday to you, Boris the Animal!" Jon declared, his voice ringing out in the cell. With a swift motion, he slapped the cake onto Boris's face, the frosting smearing across his features. The cell echoed with the sound of Boris's enraged roars and Jon's triumphant laughter, a stark contrast to the cold silence of the lunar prison.
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