inside the restaurant seemed a little perturbed by their current assemblage of

customers and
the odd manner with which they moved about the premises. It was an unsettling scene
for the
teenage burger flippers this pasty man with an accent they didn’t understand,
wearing a
grotesque Hawaiian shirt and tiny hot pants revealing milk bottle legs was asking
them for
something. 'Do you speak English?' asked a McDonald's employee slowly and clearly,
after
trying in vain to understand what to her was Japanese. *** The two heavies that
were with
Barry added a strong dose of intimidation to the already tense atmosphere. They had
been
scoping-out the restaurant in a dangerous fashion, but now they looked directly
into the sales
assistant's terrified eyes. Towering over everyone in the place they learned over
the counter so
far that their cargo was almost blocked out from sight. The more talkative of the
men in black
translated for his English associate. 'He says he wants a happy meal' 'What does he
err-
want in it?' asked the burger flipper shakily. After a moment of conferring the man
in black
turned back to the counter. 'He would like a coke, one cheeseburger, one fries, and
one wobble-
icious fruit jelly.' There was some more conferring. 'And he says make sure you
remember to
put in his toy' Barry turned to one of his burly escorts as he waited for his meal.
'The toy is
the best part.' As Barry slurped his coke loudly on the back seat of the once again
moving
black limousine, he played with the toy he'd received from Ronald McDonald, a tiny
Hummer
all-terrain vehicle. 'How cool is this, take a look,' said Barry shaking the
plastic plaything in the
face of one his chaperones. 'Very nice Mr Broomfield,' answered the dark-suited man
through
gritted teeth, the first sign of emotion and being human he'd shown your average
MIB
experiences a hard life, although it's all necessary emotional toughening, allowing
them to serve
their country in the role of secrecy that's required. These two men that escorted
Barry had
been put through exhausting *** physical and mental training regimes, witnessed
truly
gruesome horrors committed by their own government, and on more than one occasion
dealt
in death. But in spite of all these experiences, this was the closest thing to
unbearable they'd
come across. The Broomfield Effect was pushing them to their emotional limits.
After an
extremely long drive in which Barry had spent most of the time complaining about
how long
the journey was taking the car finally stopped, halting abruptly in the middle of
an arid desert
surrounded by imposing mountains on all sides. Barry looked out the window and was
disgusted by what he saw. 'We're in the middle of nowhere, there's nothing here'
First glances
can be deceiving me Broomfield' The ground in front of the car began to move
amongst the
random scatterings Of barrel cacti and prickly pear, a giant trapdoor was ligting
up out from
under the sand. It didn't screech or make any sound as it rose up out of the
desert, and after
it ceased to move, having opened to its full, it was revealed that the road which
had at first
appeared to have reached its end now continued steeply downwards underground. 'What
the
We're not going down there are we?' Barry's stupid questions were no longer
answered because
the two men sitting in front of him had completed their mission, which meant they
now
deemed small talk needless. For the first time since his arrival in America Barry
sensed that
something was amiss. One thing he could be cheerful about though was how he was
going to
save a small fortune on auntan lotion at this present time however, the potential
sun block
savings he was going to procure were the farthest thing from his mind. Pulling at
the door
handles, Barry found to his growing distress that they were locked *** After Barry,
the two
MIBs and the limo had descended steadily deeper for what seemed like an age, a
period of
time that's passage wasnt made any smoother by the ominous silence save for the
occasional
whimper that escaped from Barry's lips, the car stopped. It had come to rest inside
a large
underground car park that had marked on a wall. Level *- Car Parking/Tunnel Bore
Storage.
Even though being located deep underground and apparently top secret, this car park
looked