"And you say that it's imperative that you work with Vanguard in this mission, General?" said the man in the screen in a heavy russian accent... the man being a certain General Secretary of the United Nations.
"Exactly," Jack Merlin replied, "it's essential for the success of this mission that you allow Vanguard to bypass the ban temporarily."
The man in the screen moved one of his heavy eyebrows in skepticism. "Are you sure about this, General Merlin? You know you can't afford another fuck-up..."
"I'm quite aware of that, sir, thank you. Just trust me this once, and I assure you..." Merlin grinned like only Merlin can grin. "...it'll pay off."
"All right, what the fuck. Go ahead and do it. If you can get Vanguard to trust you enough to work with you, then I'll see that they're free to move around the world... for now. Now leave me alone, it's three in the fucking morning over here..." said the General, and with that the screen turned to black.
"Thank you very much, General..." Merlin said, and then turned around quickly. "Now can I get this bloody face off???" he said in a completely different voice.
"Yes. Yes, of course," Graviton said, coming out of the adjacent room, Hero by his side. "Well done, Chamaleon."
"Don't you fuckin' call me that!" 'Merlin' said holding a finger against Graviton, as his hair shortened and turned red, and his uniform changed into a very different, much more colorful spandex costume. His face morphed as well, turning skinnier. "Ah fuckin' hate that name! Fuckin' hate it!"
"A-All right, Jones, don't get upset..." Graviton said.
"Ma name's Zippy Moondust, ya hea' me?!" he said before turning around and walking out the door. "An' don't you fuckin' fohget it! I'm an alligator..." he began to sing as his loud high-pitched voice got lost in the halls of the space station.
"What's that, the third one this week?" Hero asked.
"Yes," Graviton replied. "Whatever happened to that guy? He used to be much more... consistent with his personas not so long ago."
"Yes. I miss Major Tim."
