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Chapter Three.
After leaving school that day, Mulder and Langly went to the library for some research on the "incident" as they were calling it. Frohike and Byers went to the downtown library. Byers and Frohike weren't having any luck. Frohike was busy hitting on the young librarian and Byers didn't really know what exactly he was supposed to be looking for.
Langly's fingers raced on the keyboard as he quickly pulled up anything even slightly relevant. Mulder went looking for some books. The future Lone Gunmen were frustrated; they all could have sworn that they'd read about this (or something like it) somewhere before, though none could pinpoint where.
Mulder went back over to the table where Langly was with an armload of books, some by a man named Thomas Ressler. Langly raised an eyebrow, "You actually found that much?"
Mulder shrugged. "Vague references. This Ressler guy supposedly did a case on something like this."
Langly nodded. "I've found references, mainly things to do with terrorists and ... aliens."
"Right up my alley," grinned Mulder.
On the outside of the library, Mr. Creaux lit up his cigarette. He watched as Mulder and Langly gathered resources. He wondered why they couldn't be like other kids and just not care. He checked his cellphone to ensure that no one from his office had called, then went inside the library, casually dropping his cigarette on the ground.
"Creaux alert," muttered Langly.
Mulder glanced over. "Maybe if we're really still and quiet... he'll go away."
"Don't think so, man."
"Sssshh."
Creaux walked over. "Well, well. Here are two students I'd never expect to see at the library when there's not an assignment due the next day."
Mulder vaguely wondered why Creaux hated him and all his friends so much. "Well why are you here?"
Creaux's eyes narrowed. "That's none of your business, Mr. Mulder. Might I suggest you stick to what is your business." He noted what he and Langly were looking up. "This," he picked up a book, "would not be included in that. You boys are trying to get into something that could get you hurt and we can't have that." Mulder and Langly glanced at each other confused. "Good day, boys," Creaux said as he went into a different section of the library.
"That was... weird."
Meanwhile, Scully, Doggett and Reyes had gone to lunch at a small café near Monica's house. Renee appeared to be fine now. During the middle of their meal, in walked Mulder, Frohike, Langly, and Byers, who had taken a break from researching. Renee tried to wave them over, but Frohike mouthed to her that Doggett wouldn't want them there. Renee scowled and leaned into Doggett, telling him something.
Doggett took a drink of his soda. "Why would I?" he said to Renee. Then he raised his voice, "Come sit with us, guys." Reluctantly, the other four came and sat. The conversation quickly turned to the events of the school day. "No one knew girl did they?" asked Doggett. No one did.
"I couldn't see much, Creaux came in. Did she die of blood loss?" pondered Byers.
"The heart was missing," Scully said. "And there wasn't really that much blood, remember?"
"What was that stuff?" Monica asked as she though aloud.
"Look," Doggett broke in, "there has to be a logical explanation for this." Everyone but Scully, Reyes, and Renee smirked.
"You keep on thinking that," said Mulder. Doggett gave him a raised eyebrow, but shrugged off his comment.
That night around 11:21 pm, Scully was well on her way to a blissful sleep when a movement from her window caught her eye. Looking outside, everything was still and quiet except for at Renee's house. The back porch light was shining brightly and Scully saw Renee run outside. Dana could tell something was wrong by the look on her face. She pulled on her robe and went outside. Opening the gate, she went into Renee's backyard. "Rei? What's – omph!" Dana struggled as Renee clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Go back home to your house and stay there, ok? Run, now."
"Not until you tell me what's going on!"
"Dana, if you trust me, go. Please." Scully hesitated, but nodded and went into her kitchen. She felt something in her robe pocket and took out a piece of paper, seeing Mulder's number on it. 'Renee must have slipped it in,' she thought gazing into the yard. She could no longer see Renee. 'She must have slipped it in for a reason...' Eyes still at the window, she grabbed the phone and dialed Mulder's number. It rang only twice before he picked up and she explained what she saw and what Renee had said.
"I - I don't know, Fox, something's going on and now I can't see her anymore – " It was then that Scully dropped the phone because she heard a gunshot.
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