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They didn’t give him a bag. They didn’t tell him to say goodbye. They just drove him to a condemned IRS records annex in lower Manhattan, took him down a freight elevator that required a retinal scan and a whispered passphrase ( “the galaxy is on Orion’s belt” —Leo almost laughed, but the look on the older man’s face stopped him), and walked him into a world that didn’t exist.

The feedback loop hit the alien’s nervous system like a needle through an eardrum. The mantis convulsed, its legs folding, the amber field flickering just long enough for K to fire. The shot was clean. The alien collapsed. Elara dropped into Leo’s arms, gasping, alive. Men In Black

He didn’t know he’d just passed the aptitude test. They didn’t give him a bag

Leo set down the orange. “So I’m not crazy.” The feedback loop hit the alien’s nervous system

The older man grunted. “That’s the difference between a recruit and a statistic. Get in.”