Special Agent Fox Mulder pulled up across the street from his favorite place on Earth. He had came to this location many times before, but his partner, Special Agent Dana Scully, had never been. He had wanted to show her this place many times before, but never had the chance. Now, with some time off from his job at the FBI and with his new open-minded partner, everything was falling into place.
"Why are we here?" Scully asked as she undid her seatbelt and got out of the car.
Mulder, who was already crossing the street, shouted back,
"You've been with me on some of the wildest UFO/flying saucer cases I've ever had, but you haven't been to place where this all started, arguably."
She gave a sarcastic smile, and as she crossed the street, slowly, she looked up. The model UFO was staring her down on top of the building Mulder was standing in front of. He was furiously reading a poster as she caught up with him. The words NATIONAL UFO MUSUEM illuminated in neon red above them. The building was a renovated 1920s style movie theater. Now, as the sign above says, it has been converted into the well-known National UFO Museum.
"Good, Scully, we're not late." Mulder said reassuringly.
"Late? How can we be late? It's 7:30 am!" Scully said a bit annoyed.
"Early bird gets the worm." Mulder smiled.
Just then, from where they had just parked their car, they heard a scream. Mulder and Scully both turned around quickly to see what the commotion was all about. The both relaxed as they saw two teens, wearing green alien hats and shirts, goofing off. Scully looked puzzled. Mulder laughed.
"Welcome to Roswell, New Mexico." He said, as he opened the door.
They both hurried inside.
They had entered into a reception area. A big desk with various papers and flyers were scattered on the desk. Posters, maps, and pictures, depicting various alien TV shows and famous people who have visited this museum, covered the walls. Several chairs lay on the side, and a vending machine was humming in the background. Mulder approached the desk. He saw a woman, who looked to be in her upper sixties, typing on the computer—hidden from this massive desk.
"Uh, yes, we'd like to go in…" Mulder said nicely.
The lady looked up, smiled, and quietly said,
"Go right on in! It's free admission. We do, though, love donations."
Mulder acknowledge by placing a small donation into the jar labeled DONATIONS.
The lady smiled.
"OK. You enter to your right, " she said pointing to door well hidden by posters, "and the gift shop is at the end. Oh, and a movie starts in about 20 minutes; you guys should be able to make it!"
She was very helpful, and Mulder thanked her. They soon walked away from the desk, and entered through the door. Before it closed behind them, Scully blurted out,
"I knew it. I knew there was a catch."
Mulder, confused, asked, "Catch? I don't know what you mean…"
"The movie. You wanted me to see this movie. That's why we came this early!"
Mulder scratched his head, and then he smiled.
"It's time we properly educate you on the mystery revolving around the Roswell UFO Incident."
"We?" Scully asked.
"Well, the Gunman help pay for expenses. But, c'mon, keep an open mind!"
Scully rolled her eyes, as they began their tour. The museum was set up in a way that everyone could easily follow along. It was laid out in a way where everything set up on the right side had to deal with the Roswell incident. There were photos, writings, posters, videos, and replicas all on display with an interesting history plaque written to side of each item, telling each item's own history. Everything on the left wall of the museum was the same exact set up, except it dealt with other UFO stories and events. A simple circle of the room took about 45 minutes to read everything. In the middle, between both displays, was a room only accessible by a door on either side. It was the screening room, where movies and documentaries can easily be shown to the public.
Mulder was explaining every last detail concerning about the Roswell incident, and Scully was impressed.
He knew his stuff, she thought.
Mulder was about done explaining everything, when an announcement blared through the museum.
"Last call for 'Unexplained Mysteries: Roswell'. Last call for anyone interested. Please make your way to the show room. Thank you."
The speakers went still.
"Looks like it's time." Mulder said.
Scully followed Mulder as he walked to the entrance of the screening room. He held the door open.
"Enjoy." He said.
"You're not coming?" she asked.
"I've seen this! This is all for you." He replied kindly.
"Oh no, Mulder. Really…"
"C'mon! It's my treat!"
"Mulder, it's free."
"It's also starting," he said as he smiled and guided Scully's way into the theater.
He closed the door. He was alone. The humming of the theme in the theater was the only sound. A plastic alien stared back at him. He sighed, hoping Scully would take this seriously. He cleared his throat, and leaned up against the wall adjacent to the door. An older man appeared in front of Mulder, reading the information on the opposite wall. Suddenly, he turned around. He looked around him and asked,
"Are you Fox Mulder…with the FBI?"
The man was balding, but he still had white hair covering most of his head. He was tall, almost taller then Mulder. He had an army green jacket on, which was covered in colorful patches. His tan cargo pants had been worn out, and his brown boots had mud all over them. His glasses widened his blues eyes, and he had a sense of urgency all over his face. He lent out his hand to be shaken. Mulder, weary, shook it.
"Who are you?" Mulder asked.
"Forgive me…I'm David Richardson."
"OK, Mr. Richardson, how do you know me?"
"I was told to contact you."
"Who told you that, and what about?" Mulder inquired.
"Well, if you'd stop asking questions, I can get to that." Richardson snapped.
Mulder stood quiet.
"I was told by a source that you were quite an expert on UFO lore, and I overheard you explaining this incident to your lovely…partner. I now know why you're such an authority. Uh, I have something you probably like to see."
Mulder was intrigued.
"And, what is this thing you'd like me to see…"
"Back in 1947, when the UFO crashed, I worked here—at the military base. I was told to go out to Brazel's ranch, and clean up the debris from this UFO crash. So, I did. We were to put this material in bags, and load them on to trucks located at the site. I did. But, I kept 3 pieces, because I knew people weren't going to believe me when I said I'd seen a real flying saucer."
Mulder was stunned. If what this guy was saying was true, this could shed some light on a mystery plaguing society for the past 50 years.
"Except," Richardson continued, "we were told to keep quiet. We couldn't talk about it. So, I didn't show anyone—or tell anyone—what I had. Now, with me in my old age, I want to give it to the world. And piss off some folks, if I can."
The old man smiled. Mulder asked,
"Where is this material?"
Richardson's tone was hushed.
"At my house. But we have to be quiet about it. No followers."
Mulder agreed. Richardson began to leave, when motioned Mulder to follow with a slight head nod. Mulder followed him to his car, which was parked right in front of his across the street. Mulder was excited. What so many had hoped to see, he was going to witness in just a few minutes-if this guy was not BSing him. They soon drove off.
As soon as they left, Scully's movie was over. She was a bit more annoyed she had to sit through that, but now Mulder was missing. And that was about annoying as it gets. She called his name, but there was no reply. Others were staring at her.
Where the hell is he?
She left the museum portion, and went back to the front desk. The lady was still there, typing away on her computer.
"Uh, Hi," Scully started, "have you seen my partner anywhere? The tall one. Big nose."
The lady looked up. Thought a second, and replied,
"Oh yes! I did! He left with one of our contributors to the museum. You want his address? Phone number?"
"Yes, that would be wonderful! Thank you!" Scully replied.
The women handed her the information, and Scully left the building.
The lady watched Scully as she reached for her cell phone. Scully turned the corner, and was out of sight. The lady picked up the phone next to her, and dialed a number.
"Richardson told. That's another one."
She hung up, and continued her e-mail.
