Agent Johnson, true form

Name: Agent Johnson
A.K.A. Zero The Prototype
Assumed Age: Unknown
Height: 6'3"
Weight: Unknown
Eye Color: Black

As Rebecca combed through the abandoned Tokyo streets, she was stopped by an all too familiar face. Agent Johnson stood in front of her, his overcoat flowing in the breeze. Without a word, he confidently strode closer.
"I'm sorry but I won't allow you to go any further." He said in his usual monotoneous voice.
"Move it Johnson, I don't have time for you." Rebecca growled.
Johnson sneered. "Simply put, my mission is to delay you by any means nessacairy."
"I'm warning you! I will NOT hesitate to go Kaiju and stomp your ass flat!" Rebeca retorted back.
"Even then, will you be able to stop me?" He said under his breath. Without a word more, Agent Johnson snapped his fingers. A short flash of light revealed his true nature. Standing in his place was a creature who was obviously not human.
Rebecca could only stare in disbelief, "This shit keeps getting weirder and weirder".
The creature who was Agent Johnson shead his unnessairy clothing, "Playtime is over, come at me with all you've got, because I will not hold back this time...." He somehow said without a visible mouth.
Rebecca smirked, "Things just got way too intresting."
They fought. Hand to hand. Hero to antihero. The battle only lasted minuets, but felt like hours.
The battle meet with a stalemate.
Time was running out. Despite her own code of honor, Rebecca had to do something drastic.
"NINE TWENTY-THREE, TRANSFORM!" With a roar, she kaiju-morphed.
Her claws dug into the ground only inches away from Johnson, but he stood his ground. Rebecca swore that if he had a mouth, he would have smirked.
"ZERO, TRANSFORM!" And in an instant, Osseous was again eye level with her rival...