TITLE: "Private Showing."
AUTHOR: Ellie Dee
EMAIL: ellie_dee@hotmail.com
RATING: PG
PAIRING: M/S, D/R, B/Mo, Bo/H.
SUMMARY: Do the guys ever do anything the easy way?
SPOILERS: Consider anything through the series finale
as being fair game.
FEEDBACK: NO! I do this solely for all those empty
spaces in my IN Box.... Yes, anything would be greatly
appreciated.
DISCLAIMER: CC owns all, tells little and teases us
terribly.
DISTRIBUTION: You want it? You can have it. Just please
keep my name and Email on it and try to let me know
where it's wandered off to.
DEDICATION: To my little brother Daniel, the aspiring
Jedi and his unnatural Natalie Portman fixation.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: At the end.
"Private Showing."
By Ellie Dee
Skywalker Ranch, California.
0321Hrs.
"Jimmy, get your butt out of my friggin face!" Hissed Frohike as he got to
his feet.
"Watch where you're going Jimmy," said Langly. "And keep it down Frohike.
These Rent-a-cops may not be Stormtroopers, but they're not deaf."
"Sorry guys," replied Jimmy Bond, Gunman Intern.
"Look you three, keep it down," they suddenly heard Byers say over their
radio headsets. "According to the floor plans the vault should be in the
room just around the corner."
Carefully the trio made their way to the appropriate door.
"Byers, what's the word?"
Looking at the green tinted TV monitor next to his laptop, Byers could
see the outline of a door. Checking the readout on his computer, he
replied, "The security guard is all the way on the other side of the yard,
so we've got at least 20 minutes before he comes by."
"What you mean 'WE', Pale Face?" mumbled Frohike as he knelt before the door.
"Gee, I didn't know you were Indian."
"Shut up Jimmy."
Taking out his set of lock picks, Frohike went to work. Within seconds the
door was open and the three were inside.
"Want me to turn on the lights?"
"Sure Jimmy," replied Langly sarcastically. "Then stick your head out the
door and start yelling till the guards show up."
"Sorry."
Quickly moving over to a cube shaped end table near the window, Frohike
removed a lamp and began searching the surface. In seconds he found the
hidden catch. Tripping it, the entire top of the table slid aside revealing
a metal safe door with an electronic control panel in its center.
Langly elbowed his partner out of the way and set down a pair of devices next
to the safe. Using an electric drill, he then removed the control panel and
began to attach leads to various components.
"There, this'll keep the system busy while we're working."
With increasing agitation, the youngest Lone Gunman spent the next several
minutes attempting to enter the safes access code.
"Dammit! None of these codes Kimmy got us are working." Langly exclaimed.
"What about the Supervisory Code?"
"The first one I tried."
"Why don't you guys just use one of those boxes to read the codes?"
"Jimmy those only work in the movies." Said Langly as he shook his head.
"I don't know what to try next."
"Why don't you try that?" Asked Jimmy as he pointed to the movie title on
an old poster hanging on the wall.
"Oh c'mon. He wouldn't try anything that lame."
"Guys we're running out of time!" They could hear Byers say over their
headsets.
Looking at his partner, Frohike asked, "What have we got to loose?" as he
typed THX1138 onto the keypad.
Less than a second later the control panel emitted a soft chirp. This was
followed by a click as the safes solenoids released their bolts.
*****
The following Saturday:
The Lone Gunmen Newsgroup
Baltimore, Maryland
2007Hrs.
Not taking his eyes from the screen at the front of the room, Mulder
reached into the bag of sunflower seeds sitting between him and Scully.
"According to the News, Lucas reported that three copies were taken."
Said Mulder as he spit out some shells.
"You don't say." Replied Byers trying to look innocent while holding
Susan's hand.
"So what did you do with the other copies?"
For several seconds the only sound was John Williams sound track. Then
from the front row Langly stopped bouncing William on his knee and spoke
up.
"Don't worry, we got one locked away safe somewhere."
"Yeah, Indiana Jones couldn't even find where we hid it." Added Frohike.
"Good. What about the other?" Asked Skinner as he took a drink of his
Dr. Pepper.
"We sent it to Mr. Fletcher as a gift." Said Jimmy as he looked over
at the Assistant Director.
Again only music filled the room, until Scully spun around gaping at
Jimmy.
"You did what?"
"We sent it to Mr. Fletcher. Yves thought he'd really like to be one
of the first people to see 'Attack of the Clones'."
Next to Jimmy, Yves was intently examining the ceiling while trying
not to choke.
Suddenly, all the Gunmen began to laugh.
Staring at her three friends as if they were insane, Scully asked,
"What?"
Wiping his eyes with a handkerchief, Byers paused to take a breath and
then replied, "When they took the cassettes, Frohike planted Fletcher's
fingerprints all over the vault. Plus, we piggybacked his cell phone
number when we accessed DigiTel Labs to get the specs on the security
system."
"Yeah," added Langly, "by now the LAPD should be breaking down his door."
"None of that may matter. The government may make him disappear before
the police can find him, just to keep him quiet." Added Skinner.
Without taking his eyes from the screen, Byers went on, "Well, that
works too. But just to be sure we leaked some information out onto the
'Net. By now every Star Wars fan in the world thinks Fletcher stole the
cassettes and is holding them for ransom."
"My God, they'll kill him!" Exclaimed Reyes.
"That's the general idea," replied Yves.
"Couldn't happen to a nicer guy," added Doggett. Then turning to his
partner he said, "Pass the popcorn."
Again the room was filled with laughter until Skinner started making
shushing sounds from the rear of the room.
"Quiet, it's starting."
THE END
AUTHOR: Ellie Dee
EMAIL: ellie_dee@hotmail.com
RATING: PG
PAIRING: M/S, D/R, B/Mo, Bo/H.
SUMMARY: Do the guys ever do anything the easy way?
SPOILERS: Consider anything through the series finale
as being fair game.
FEEDBACK: NO! I do this solely for all those empty
spaces in my IN Box.... Yes, anything would be greatly
appreciated.
DISCLAIMER: CC owns all, tells little and teases us
terribly.
DISTRIBUTION: You want it? You can have it. Just please
keep my name and Email on it and try to let me know
where it's wandered off to.
DEDICATION: To my little brother Daniel, the aspiring
Jedi and his unnatural Natalie Portman fixation.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: At the end.
"Private Showing."
By Ellie Dee
Skywalker Ranch, California.
0321Hrs.
"Jimmy, get your butt out of my friggin face!" Hissed Frohike as he got to
his feet.
"Watch where you're going Jimmy," said Langly. "And keep it down Frohike.
These Rent-a-cops may not be Stormtroopers, but they're not deaf."
"Sorry guys," replied Jimmy Bond, Gunman Intern.
"Look you three, keep it down," they suddenly heard Byers say over their
radio headsets. "According to the floor plans the vault should be in the
room just around the corner."
Carefully the trio made their way to the appropriate door.
"Byers, what's the word?"
Looking at the green tinted TV monitor next to his laptop, Byers could
see the outline of a door. Checking the readout on his computer, he
replied, "The security guard is all the way on the other side of the yard,
so we've got at least 20 minutes before he comes by."
"What you mean 'WE', Pale Face?" mumbled Frohike as he knelt before the door.
"Gee, I didn't know you were Indian."
"Shut up Jimmy."
Taking out his set of lock picks, Frohike went to work. Within seconds the
door was open and the three were inside.
"Want me to turn on the lights?"
"Sure Jimmy," replied Langly sarcastically. "Then stick your head out the
door and start yelling till the guards show up."
"Sorry."
Quickly moving over to a cube shaped end table near the window, Frohike
removed a lamp and began searching the surface. In seconds he found the
hidden catch. Tripping it, the entire top of the table slid aside revealing
a metal safe door with an electronic control panel in its center.
Langly elbowed his partner out of the way and set down a pair of devices next
to the safe. Using an electric drill, he then removed the control panel and
began to attach leads to various components.
"There, this'll keep the system busy while we're working."
With increasing agitation, the youngest Lone Gunman spent the next several
minutes attempting to enter the safes access code.
"Dammit! None of these codes Kimmy got us are working." Langly exclaimed.
"What about the Supervisory Code?"
"The first one I tried."
"Why don't you guys just use one of those boxes to read the codes?"
"Jimmy those only work in the movies." Said Langly as he shook his head.
"I don't know what to try next."
"Why don't you try that?" Asked Jimmy as he pointed to the movie title on
an old poster hanging on the wall.
"Oh c'mon. He wouldn't try anything that lame."
"Guys we're running out of time!" They could hear Byers say over their
headsets.
Looking at his partner, Frohike asked, "What have we got to loose?" as he
typed THX1138 onto the keypad.
Less than a second later the control panel emitted a soft chirp. This was
followed by a click as the safes solenoids released their bolts.
*****
The following Saturday:
The Lone Gunmen Newsgroup
Baltimore, Maryland
2007Hrs.
Not taking his eyes from the screen at the front of the room, Mulder
reached into the bag of sunflower seeds sitting between him and Scully.
"According to the News, Lucas reported that three copies were taken."
Said Mulder as he spit out some shells.
"You don't say." Replied Byers trying to look innocent while holding
Susan's hand.
"So what did you do with the other copies?"
For several seconds the only sound was John Williams sound track. Then
from the front row Langly stopped bouncing William on his knee and spoke
up.
"Don't worry, we got one locked away safe somewhere."
"Yeah, Indiana Jones couldn't even find where we hid it." Added Frohike.
"Good. What about the other?" Asked Skinner as he took a drink of his
Dr. Pepper.
"We sent it to Mr. Fletcher as a gift." Said Jimmy as he looked over
at the Assistant Director.
Again only music filled the room, until Scully spun around gaping at
Jimmy.
"You did what?"
"We sent it to Mr. Fletcher. Yves thought he'd really like to be one
of the first people to see 'Attack of the Clones'."
Next to Jimmy, Yves was intently examining the ceiling while trying
not to choke.
Suddenly, all the Gunmen began to laugh.
Staring at her three friends as if they were insane, Scully asked,
"What?"
Wiping his eyes with a handkerchief, Byers paused to take a breath and
then replied, "When they took the cassettes, Frohike planted Fletcher's
fingerprints all over the vault. Plus, we piggybacked his cell phone
number when we accessed DigiTel Labs to get the specs on the security
system."
"Yeah," added Langly, "by now the LAPD should be breaking down his door."
"None of that may matter. The government may make him disappear before
the police can find him, just to keep him quiet." Added Skinner.
Without taking his eyes from the screen, Byers went on, "Well, that
works too. But just to be sure we leaked some information out onto the
'Net. By now every Star Wars fan in the world thinks Fletcher stole the
cassettes and is holding them for ransom."
"My God, they'll kill him!" Exclaimed Reyes.
"That's the general idea," replied Yves.
"Couldn't happen to a nicer guy," added Doggett. Then turning to his
partner he said, "Pass the popcorn."
Again the room was filled with laughter until Skinner started making
shushing sounds from the rear of the room.
"Quiet, it's starting."
THE END
