When Benjamin Abrams is called in to participate in the investigation of what appears to be an inter-dimensional portal opening in the San Francisco Bay Area, he never once considered to meet the man of his dreams and find the answer to a decades-long mystery.
Friday, 2:00 a.m.
Benjamin hit the floor. Biting his lip, he groaned, blinking his eyes, wondering what had startled him from his sleep. Then he heard it again. A loud banging on his door echoed loudly through his small apartment. Cursing out loud, he crossed the ten steps required to reach the door and peered through the peephole. He took a step back in surprise. There were two men in black standing outside. He looked at the small clock on his desk and, seeing it was not even two in the morning, he cursed again. He looked into the hole again, and this time, saw that another man had joined the first two. They all wore dark sunglasses.
Why the hell are the men in black here? Letting out a sigh, Benjamin unlocked the door and flung it open.
“What do you want? You know what time it is?”
“Doctor Abrams?” one of the men said. He was an attractive looking fellow, if he didn’t look so ridiculous in his get-up.
“Yes, I’m Abrams. Again, what do you want?”
“You need to come with us, sir.”
“And you are?” Benjamin raised a brow at the agent.
“Agent Carter, sir.”
Benjamin peered at the man before shaking his head. “Seriously? Your name’s Agent Carter? Sorry, but Agent Carter is a woman and you are no female I’ve ever seen before.”
Agent Carter’s face flushed in anger and he took a threatening step toward Benjamin, whose brow rose higher. The man behind Carter placed his hand on his partner’s shoulder and faced Benjamin.
“Doctor, we don’t have time for this. Dr. Maxwell told us to tell you that you need to come in.”
Benjamin stilled, and all thought of further provoking the g-men disappeared.
“Give me ten minutes,” he said before slamming the door on their faces.
Friday, 2:00 a.m.
Benjamin hit the floor. Biting his lip, he groaned, blinking his eyes, wondering what had startled him from his sleep. Then he heard it again. A loud banging on his door echoed loudly through his small apartment. Cursing out loud, he crossed the ten steps required to reach the door and peered through the peephole. He took a step back in surprise. There were two men in black standing outside. He looked at the small clock on his desk and, seeing it was not even two in the morning, he cursed again. He looked into the hole again, and this time, saw that another man had joined the first two. They all wore dark sunglasses.
Why the hell are the men in black here? Letting out a sigh, Benjamin unlocked the door and flung it open.
“What do you want? You know what time it is?”
“Doctor Abrams?” one of the men said. He was an attractive looking fellow, if he didn’t look so ridiculous in his get-up.
“Yes, I’m Abrams. Again, what do you want?”
“You need to come with us, sir.”
“And you are?” Benjamin raised a brow at the agent.
“Agent Carter, sir.”
Benjamin peered at the man before shaking his head. “Seriously? Your name’s Agent Carter? Sorry, but Agent Carter is a woman and you are no female I’ve ever seen before.”
Agent Carter’s face flushed in anger and he took a threatening step toward Benjamin, whose brow rose higher. The man behind Carter placed his hand on his partner’s shoulder and faced Benjamin.
“Doctor, we don’t have time for this. Dr. Maxwell told us to tell you that you need to come in.”
Benjamin stilled, and all thought of further provoking the g-men disappeared.
“Give me ten minutes,” he said before slamming the door on their faces.
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