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"Welcome to our China dinnah. Me take ordah?" asked the waiter.
Mulder said, "I'm umm looking for the Foo Fighters Concert up the street."
"No foo fight" said the waiter nervously.
Scully groaned and went up to the take-out window to place her order.
"The uh American Theater" continued Mulder. "It's the uh Foo Fighters."
"Me no wan no foo fight here."
"You don't understand."
"You eat foo.!"
"It's the uh Foo Fighters."
"You eat foo. You no fight with foo."
"Me no fight with food. No food fight. Uh, Dave Grohl, he uh used to be in Nirvana."
"Day roll?"
"Dave Grohl with the uh Foo Fighters."
"Day Grol? Me no have no day grol. We have egg roll. You want egg roll?"
" No, no um."
"You no fight with egg roll. You eat egg roll."
"It's uh it's uh Dave Grohl."
"You want egg roll. You eat egg roll. You no fight with egg roll."
"Look man I just want some directions."
"Me no want you in here no more."
"I didn't come in here to fight."
"You go home."
"It's the Foo Fighters down the street."
"No no fight with food. No foo fighter!"
"Are we on some kind of power trip now that we've got Hong Kong back?"
"Me have much power. Me have so much power."
"Just swallow up a little country like Hong Kong and it goes straight to your head."
"You son bitch you go now. You get lost."
"Come on Mulder" said Scully, yanking on his sleeve.
"But Scully…" he whined.
"Come on." Outside she explained. "Look I got our food. And the theater is right up the street next to the hospital. Why were you antagonizing that waiter?"
"Scully I wasn't…"
"Nevermind Mulder. Lets just go."
"I hope you got something good at least" he complained.
"Brother" thought Scully.
* * *
With Scully's driving talents, they had made it down to the American Theater quickly enough to get a decent parking place before they pulled out the food. Mulder was halfway down his Sweet and Sour Chicken when he almost choked on his food. "Shit!" came his muffled cries through his coughing fit.
"Such language Mulder," Scully commented knowing since Mulder could talk she wouldn't have to perform the Heimlich maneuver on him, but instead waiting for him to regain his breath.
"Shit," Mulder repeated. "Maybe our guy wasn't as bright as we thought."
"Why do you say that?"
"Scully, it's a FOO FIGHTERS' Concert!"
"So?"
"Scully, this thing has probably been sold out for weeks, ever since they went on sale I bet."
"Your point is?"
"We don't have tickets Scully. We are supposed to meet him _inside,_ how far do you think we can get before they stop us? Besides, we can't take our guns inside, we will be meeting our informant unarmed."
"What's wrong Mulder? Doubting someone you don't know who is giving you information for once?"
"Ha ha."
"All we have to do is show our badges to the security and they'll let us in."
"What are we going to tell them, that there is a bomb or we could tell them the truth that we have been running around the last couple days following clues from a guy who knows every move that we will make before we do?"
"Well, if he knows every move, then he must be expecting us to figure out our own way in."
"True, we might be able to find someone with too many tickets, but what about the gun problem?"
"Gee, Mulder. You're planning on buying illegal tickets already, I'm sure you can figure out a way to get our guns in- without making the only way security could find it through a cavity search."
"Scully, you take the fun out of everything."
* * *
Scully had obviously done this before Mulder concluded as she watched her weave her way through the crowds searching for those who would be hunting for them. She almost escaped Mulder's sights. He had realized before that sometimes it was hard to find shorter people in a crowd, but he had never contemplated on how it could be an advantage. People tended to ignore her passing between them while even though he was just seconds behind her, they would seem to close the gap between their bodies before Mulder could slip through. It didn't take Mulder long to figure out what she was doing. It was almost as if she was circling this one guy in his twenties who would stop every few people passing and talking to them briefly.
The guy seemed unsure of himself, Scully knew he was a scalper, but he was either inexperienced or very good at acting. Scully walked by and he addressed her as she had expected. This was not something that she had been planning on doing since she joined the FBI, but it brought back a part of her that she had thought she had lost, it felt good to be rebellious.
The tickets were way overpriced to Mulder, but beggars could not be picky, this would be the first expensive thing that they had to pay for the whole trip.
Something about the boy seriously bothered Scully. Some things had come back quickly, but she could sense something was amiss here, but it had been too long to pinpoint it, until the boy reached in his coat for the tickets and pulled out a badge.
"You are under arrest for trying to buy illegal tickets. You have the right to remain silent-"
"Hey," Scully started. "That's illegal entrapment you are using," she pulled her own badge. "We've been looking for you for some time." Lying was difficult for Scully, she prayed Mulder would jump in soon.
"Hey! But by admitting that, you were illegally trying to trap me too!" The kid protested.
Mulder finally opened his big mouth. "Listen, if you give us those tickets we won't tell your Lieutenant about this little incident."
"Give up my tickets? Are you crazy?"
"Scully, please read off his badge number, I'll need it to file the report."
"Wait! First give me yours so I can report you." The young cop retorted.
Scully looked between the two men thankful for being blessed with two X chromosomes. "All this over scalping? What kind of town has this turned into? We aren't still in Iowa or something. So let's just forget about it, okay?" It was obvious that neither man wanted to back down first so Scully resorted to one of her more sarcastic looks, which got both men moving.
When the cop had cleared ear range, Mulder turned to Scully. "Thanks for saving my butt out there."
"What is this Mulder, sincerity? But I guess we're even, I wasn't doing too well myself. But you didn't seem to be doing that badly."
"I'm not talking about the words exactly, I mean I have to go to the bathroom and couldn't break away myself. But now what, we have no tickets."
"Too much information there Mulder, but there are Johnny on the Spots over there. They won't have toilet paper, but like that really matters to- hey, that's it! The toilet paper we got in Canada!"
"I hardly think you would want to use that after all its been through."
"Not for me Mulder, the clue, it said to go to your apartment, maybe he'll be there."
"My god Scully, you're right! I don't know why he sent us here though, totally pointless."
"I would have to agree with you Mulder." Scully hoped that Mulder wouldn't call her bluff. She had been so busy growing up that all the little things were compressed under work. She hadn't had that much fun in ages, even getting caught was exhilarating. Maybe she could do more exciting things than battling cancer every now and then, she resolved to do just that as they headed towards Mulder's house.
* * *
"Welcome to our China dinnah. Me take ordah?" asked the waiter.
Mulder said, "I'm umm looking for the Foo Fighters Concert up the street."
"No foo fight" said the waiter nervously.
Scully groaned and went up to the take-out window to place her order.
"The uh American Theater" continued Mulder. "It's the uh Foo Fighters."
"Me no wan no foo fight here."
"You don't understand."
"You eat foo.!"
"It's the uh Foo Fighters."
"You eat foo. You no fight with foo."
"Me no fight with food. No food fight. Uh, Dave Grohl, he uh used to be in Nirvana."
"Day roll?"
"Dave Grohl with the uh Foo Fighters."
"Day Grol? Me no have no day grol. We have egg roll. You want egg roll?"
" No, no um."
"You no fight with egg roll. You eat egg roll."
"It's uh it's uh Dave Grohl."
"You want egg roll. You eat egg roll. You no fight with egg roll."
"Look man I just want some directions."
"Me no want you in here no more."
"I didn't come in here to fight."
"You go home."
"It's the Foo Fighters down the street."
"No no fight with food. No foo fighter!"
"Are we on some kind of power trip now that we've got Hong Kong back?"
"Me have much power. Me have so much power."
"Just swallow up a little country like Hong Kong and it goes straight to your head."
"You son bitch you go now. You get lost."
"Come on Mulder" said Scully, yanking on his sleeve.
"But Scully…" he whined.
"Come on." Outside she explained. "Look I got our food. And the theater is right up the street next to the hospital. Why were you antagonizing that waiter?"
"Scully I wasn't…"
"Nevermind Mulder. Lets just go."
"I hope you got something good at least" he complained.
"Brother" thought Scully.
* * *
With Scully's driving talents, they had made it down to the American Theater quickly enough to get a decent parking place before they pulled out the food. Mulder was halfway down his Sweet and Sour Chicken when he almost choked on his food. "Shit!" came his muffled cries through his coughing fit.
"Such language Mulder," Scully commented knowing since Mulder could talk she wouldn't have to perform the Heimlich maneuver on him, but instead waiting for him to regain his breath.
"Shit," Mulder repeated. "Maybe our guy wasn't as bright as we thought."
"Why do you say that?"
"Scully, it's a FOO FIGHTERS' Concert!"
"So?"
"Scully, this thing has probably been sold out for weeks, ever since they went on sale I bet."
"Your point is?"
"We don't have tickets Scully. We are supposed to meet him _inside,_ how far do you think we can get before they stop us? Besides, we can't take our guns inside, we will be meeting our informant unarmed."
"What's wrong Mulder? Doubting someone you don't know who is giving you information for once?"
"Ha ha."
"All we have to do is show our badges to the security and they'll let us in."
"What are we going to tell them, that there is a bomb or we could tell them the truth that we have been running around the last couple days following clues from a guy who knows every move that we will make before we do?"
"Well, if he knows every move, then he must be expecting us to figure out our own way in."
"True, we might be able to find someone with too many tickets, but what about the gun problem?"
"Gee, Mulder. You're planning on buying illegal tickets already, I'm sure you can figure out a way to get our guns in- without making the only way security could find it through a cavity search."
"Scully, you take the fun out of everything."
* * *
Scully had obviously done this before Mulder concluded as she watched her weave her way through the crowds searching for those who would be hunting for them. She almost escaped Mulder's sights. He had realized before that sometimes it was hard to find shorter people in a crowd, but he had never contemplated on how it could be an advantage. People tended to ignore her passing between them while even though he was just seconds behind her, they would seem to close the gap between their bodies before Mulder could slip through. It didn't take Mulder long to figure out what she was doing. It was almost as if she was circling this one guy in his twenties who would stop every few people passing and talking to them briefly.
The guy seemed unsure of himself, Scully knew he was a scalper, but he was either inexperienced or very good at acting. Scully walked by and he addressed her as she had expected. This was not something that she had been planning on doing since she joined the FBI, but it brought back a part of her that she had thought she had lost, it felt good to be rebellious.
The tickets were way overpriced to Mulder, but beggars could not be picky, this would be the first expensive thing that they had to pay for the whole trip.
Something about the boy seriously bothered Scully. Some things had come back quickly, but she could sense something was amiss here, but it had been too long to pinpoint it, until the boy reached in his coat for the tickets and pulled out a badge.
"You are under arrest for trying to buy illegal tickets. You have the right to remain silent-"
"Hey," Scully started. "That's illegal entrapment you are using," she pulled her own badge. "We've been looking for you for some time." Lying was difficult for Scully, she prayed Mulder would jump in soon.
"Hey! But by admitting that, you were illegally trying to trap me too!" The kid protested.
Mulder finally opened his big mouth. "Listen, if you give us those tickets we won't tell your Lieutenant about this little incident."
"Give up my tickets? Are you crazy?"
"Scully, please read off his badge number, I'll need it to file the report."
"Wait! First give me yours so I can report you." The young cop retorted.
Scully looked between the two men thankful for being blessed with two X chromosomes. "All this over scalping? What kind of town has this turned into? We aren't still in Iowa or something. So let's just forget about it, okay?" It was obvious that neither man wanted to back down first so Scully resorted to one of her more sarcastic looks, which got both men moving.
When the cop had cleared ear range, Mulder turned to Scully. "Thanks for saving my butt out there."
"What is this Mulder, sincerity? But I guess we're even, I wasn't doing too well myself. But you didn't seem to be doing that badly."
"I'm not talking about the words exactly, I mean I have to go to the bathroom and couldn't break away myself. But now what, we have no tickets."
"Too much information there Mulder, but there are Johnny on the Spots over there. They won't have toilet paper, but like that really matters to- hey, that's it! The toilet paper we got in Canada!"
"I hardly think you would want to use that after all its been through."
"Not for me Mulder, the clue, it said to go to your apartment, maybe he'll be there."
"My god Scully, you're right! I don't know why he sent us here though, totally pointless."
"I would have to agree with you Mulder." Scully hoped that Mulder wouldn't call her bluff. She had been so busy growing up that all the little things were compressed under work. She hadn't had that much fun in ages, even getting caught was exhilarating. Maybe she could do more exciting things than battling cancer every now and then, she resolved to do just that as they headed towards Mulder's house.
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