Smegg's interrogation/front-row seat

STCP Headquarters
The year 2900
"Let's go."
Blotz poked Smegg, and the two men walked into the office of
Blotz's boss. The door was neatly engraved with his name and title:
Zorn Maxillus
Field Agent Coordinator
Space-Time Continuum Police
Inside, Smegg admired the very rich paneling on the walls. He
boggled at the extremely rich wood that the impressive desk was made
out of. He gaped at the luxurious apholstery of the genuine leather
office chair/recliner. And he admired the conservatively fashionable
cut of the suit of the man behind the desk.
The man smiled at him. "Welcome to the thirtieth century,
Lieutenant Commander Smegg. As you noticed on my door, I'm Field
Agent Coordinator Zorn Maxillus. Sorry to have brought you here on
such short notice, but then, there wasn't really a good way to do
this, was there?"
Zorn smiled. "I'll only take up a couple relative minutes of
your time, and I'll see to it that you are returned to the moment of
your departure from the Blue Dwarf."
"Now I need to know," Zorn spoke as he reached into a desk
drawer and pulled out a large crossbow pistol. Jason started to
sweat when Zorn drew a bead on his left ear. Zorn continued, "What
you know of the whereabouts of one Zack Richards."
Before Jason could speak, Zorn fired, and Jason felt the
turbulence of the crossbow bolt as it shot past him. He heard a
surprise 'whuff' sound behind him, whirled, and watched a ninja
dressed in brilliant orange drop to the ground with the bolt sunk to
the feathers in his chest. As he watched, four more popped out of
thin air, swords at the ready.
Jason started to dive out of his chair when a massive hand
slapped across his chest, holding him in his chair. Blotz
rumbled "Stay in your seat - these are holo-ninjas from the Training
department."
Zorn had dodged three throwing stars that had been hurled at his
eyes, then caught the last two and sent them whistling back to their
owners with satisfying thunks. Then he leaped onto his desk and
snapped his shoes off, catching one of the ninjas in the chin.
One of the remaining ninjas leaped onto the desktop, but Zorn
kicked his desk calendar under the spot where the ninja was about to
land, and he slid off the back of the desk into the potted yucca
plant with a scream.
The last ninja flipped onto the desk, then swung his sword.
Zorn whipped off his tie and managed to catch the blade in a hastily-
made loop. The two men wrestled for control of the sword. Jason was
stunned when he noticed that Zorn was still talking to him.
"Zack Richards is a dangerous man, and beyond that, he's a royal
pain in the STCP tuckus. If you see him again, you will contact us,
won't you?" With a sudden wrench of the tie, Zorn flipped the sword
out of the ninja's hands and embedded it in the ceiling tiles. The
ninja looked up at it for a split second, then took a side kick to
the throat from Zorn, sending him crashing into the ninja who was
just now extracting himself from the sharpened leaves of the yucca
plant. Pulling the sword out of the ceiling, Zorn gripped it as Zeus
grips lightning bolts in popular Greek art, then hurled it through
both of the ninjas. They disappeared before they fell to the floor.
Zorn hopped off his desk and recovered his shoes. "Carol,
please order a replacement desk calendar and another potted plant.
And send in the cleaning nanobots. Thanks."
He turned back to Jason. "Lieutenant Blotz will get you a
contact device. If you see Mr. Richards again, please don't hesitate
to let us know. Do you have any questions?"
Jason had plenty, but the main one that occupied him at the
moment was 'what the smegg was in his mouth?'
He felt several nanobots crawling around his back molars, and
decided that he didn't like having them in there. After digging with
his fingers, coughing, and aggressively clearing his throat.
Finally, they crawled out of his mouth, dragging a chunk of chicken
that they had extracted from between his molars. Despite himself,
Jason was pleased. He'd been trying unsuccessfully to dislodge that
since yesterday.
Zorn flushed very slightly. "Sorry about that. Sometimes they
take their jobs a little too seriously. You'll find that you are
also bellybutton lint free."
Before Jason could force out a question, Zorn smiled. "Very
well, then. Blotz, take him back. Good day, Commander Smegg."
A huge hand landed on Jason's shoulders, making him
lopsided. "Let's go, Commander."
Five minutes later, Jason was watching as the giant dropped
through the deck to engineering and was gone.
He sat dumbfounded for a minute, then looked at the calling
device Blotz had given him.
Then he spotted the Susan B. Anthony that Zack had dropped
during the fight with Cubie. Looking around carefully, he sidled
over to the coin, stepped on it to make sure it was real, then leaned
over and picked it up. Finally something had gone right.
<A little confusion, a chance to stir up the pot at a later date, and
a quick buck - hope it was good for you!>