Prompt #302 - Anathema, Walking in Memthis 04/?, delilahdraken, Transformers

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Title: Walking in Memphis
Author: Delilah Draken
Fandom: Transformers (2007 movie)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Barricade, Jazz, Prowl, Agent Banackek
Prompt(s): Prompt #302 - Anathema
Disclaimer: The stories are mine. All the rest - characters and locations you've heard of in TV shows, movies, books etc - belong to their respective owners.
Summary: Jazz has become a ghost following Barricade.

Exactly three weeks, four days and sixteen hours after Sir Cuts-a-lot made his exit from the police force Agent Banachek came for a visit.

How the good high master of all things spook and spy found Barricade's abode, I have no idea. For all that could be, dear brother probably stood in the phone book.

By the way, I have no idea where I had met the agent before or how I actually got all the info I had in my head about him. There might have been memory loss and repression involved. Either that, or I had become delusional. Both not very comforting thoughts, I can tell you.

On with the show...

"Viktor Jäger," the agent said. "Born 1907 in Potsdam, Germany. An officer with a promissing career in the war, according to his file, he was sentenced to death for his 'unwanted inclinations'. He died in 1942, but somehow he managed to become a US citizen ten years later."

Here Banachek held up a photo of a tall man standing next to a black car. One arm was laid on the car's roof as if he'd tried to hug the car. The man was grinning into the camera. "This was 1956."

Another photo. Same man, same grin. Only the car had changed. It was still black, but the design was now more modern. "1968" Another photo. "1983" And another one. "1997" And another one. "2004" Every time the man stayed exactly the same. Sure, the clothes were different in each picture and in two shots the guy was in serious need of a better hair dresser, but he hadn't changed at all. No sign of aging. Nothing. Nada. Zip. So, if that wasn't his son or nephew or clone in some of the picures that left only one explananion.

I looked at Barricade, actually both impressed and annoyed at his stupidity. One just does not steal real indentities for cover and then forgets to change the visual parameters every couple of rotations. That was a rookie mistake. And I would not have ever even imagined that a brother of my Prowl's could be this... this.

The Magic Blender of Doom (tm pending) looked at Banachek, shrugged, and went back to watching David Bowie dance around some puppets with a baby in his arms. There was music involved. Parts of dog anatomy as well.

"Well?" The man in the suit sounded curious in the way only highly trained super spies could do. Just like James Bond a fine moment before he blows your head out.

"The man must have pretty good genes," was Barricade's reply.

Banachek looked at Barricade. That man must have been the class genius in every instruction hour by the friendly neighbourhood Klingon war lord who currently made a living with teaching these things on Earth.

Barricade looked at Banachek.

Silence reigned supreme.

If you ignore the never ever ever ending screaming in my head, that is. Obviously my Prowl was still a bit sad, which I more than understood.

Anyway, Barricade and the spook - and doesn't that sound like a bad parody of Batman and Robin, the sixties tv series kind? - had themselves a nice and comfortably uncomfortable visual standoff. You know, the variation with imaginary death rays shooting from eyes that are not equipped with terminal armaments. Then Slice'n'Dice switched off the television. It must be marked that he did this with a very loud sigh of reluctance, as if he didn't already own this movie in several home cinema formats.

"I didn't kill Viktor to take his name, if that is what you think." Try that with a bit more sincerity the next time, brother dearest. Some glitch-head in Antarctica might have actually believed you. "I helped him vanish during the fourties because he taught me how to speak human. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to learn your languages without access to a planetary comm lines grid?"