Fox Mulder buried his head in his hands, digging his nails into the bed of his scalp. Damn UFO's and their interplanetary, douche-bag, pilots! Another unexplained fireball behind government lines, behind the forbidden signs of Area 51, and he was still in the dark. Left there by 'dear' Uncle Sam.
The FBI agent would bet his badge that there were living beings from another world and they were so close. He lay back on the hotel bed and let out a long exhale. It had been an interesting trip to New Mexico. His partner, the redhead logic-ian (he liked to think she pulled biological theory out of a hat), had theorized that it was nothing more than a piece of space debris that had lit up the night sky.
For all Fox knew, his sister was aboard the craft and she was hurt. It was a stupid thought, but it always came to him in these situations. He wondered for the thousandth time if they had been kind to her or if ... or if he owed those fucking douche-bags a clip of silver bullets! His jaw clenched.
Sometimes being ignorant seemed like it would be a dream come true. To erase the images of strange, gray beings kidnapping his sister - to be normal.
With a gruff growl of frustration, Mulder turned on his side and squeezed his eyes shut. He would need a full night of sleep if he was going to bullshit his way into Area 51 the next morning.
-THE END