Snippet #1543747

Agent Abraham Simmons, yes that was a fine monkey name. The agent had long black hair tied back in a pony tail, a nice white dress shirt the jacket hung over the back of the chair behind him, and in his hands a small cup of.. coffee? was it. The drink wasnt as good as other monkey drinks he tried, but it was the only one he could find in this FBI headquarters.

He did like these black rolling chairs though. Comfortable and mildly entertaining he mused as he leaned back in it. He scanned the room, other workers in cheap suits some walking, others on their computers doing whatever the hairless monkeys did. He let his hand rest on the desk tapping away. While he didnt mind waiting, he had other things to do. Evil to spread, plans to unfold.. he did not like postponing all that for a monkey, but at least they had their uses.

He thought back to only a few days prior.. It took an entire middle sized monkey town to be sacrificed by his demons just to summon him here.. was it 2,301? Yes, that sounded about right. Women, Children, all went to his summoning and still he was not at full power. It would come back slowly, but he was not concerned. There was no force on this monkey planet that could scratch him even in his weakened condition. The tapping on the desk continued, as Agent Simmons waited for one of the government workers assigned to aid him on his case for the half-breeds. Of course they didnt know that. They would be told that they were children with.. abilities and for the greater good of man they had to be brought in.. or something equally foolish.