Agent M: "So there's this middle aged married couple right? One's a doctor, and the other is some conspiracy whackjob who runs a website and Facebook group called the Lone Gunman. He has a few hits here and there, nothing too serious or whatever and they're mostly misses about local governments colluding to hide the existence of Bigfoot or something. Crazy stuff, but harmless all in all. He publishes under B.L. Frohike but his real name's Mulder and she's Scully. Well our bosses say that everything, *everything* they do has to be taped, recorded, transcribed. If they sneeze while taking a shit, the guys upstairs want to know about it.

Now here's where it gets interesting. This is Mr. and Mrs. Cleaver right? She's a pediatric cardiologist, and a few years ago he retested for his Psy. D. clinical license, and now he treats victims of post traumatic stress. Lots of combat veterans, police, firefighters, but the odd alien abductee shows up here and there, because he's still crazy even if he is a psychologist. Maybe *especially* because he's a psychologist.

Anyway, so this is literally the worst detail. They run a farm for fuck's sake when they're not off saving puppies and curing cancer. Upstanding members of their community, pay their taxes on time, wealthy but not ostentatious, eat organic but not vegans. Beyond boring. Like the most boringest people that ever were boring.

But, everything, and I do mean everything that pertains to them pre-2008 is either so classified so high level only the directors know, or it's like it never even existed to begin with. It's like these two very attractive people materialized into the perfect life on a farm in Virginia horse country, right out of thin air. Damnedest thing. So you know they've got something going on, but whatever it is it's not obvious. There's hours of silence because the guy likes to read, and he does it a lot when she's on call. And he's not much of a talker anyway- not like a loser, but neither of them talk to fill up space the way most people do. And there's goats."

Agent J: "Goats, sir?"

Agent M: "Yeah, goats. Remember they're on a farm? They have goats. So, this is the assignment we usually give newbies. Or people we don't like. Have fun!"

Agent J: "Don't I know it. *sigh* Don't I just fucking know it."

Agent J pulls on her noise canceling headphones and turns on her monitor, dejection evident in every move. And opens a bag of sunflower seeds.

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