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Chapter 6
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Unknown Location
4:00pm Eastern Standard Time
Skinner paced aimlessly across the warehouse floor. He hated meeting this bastard, and feared for his life everytime he did. Just to make sure, however, he had called Albert Holsteen before he left. He felt more at ease knowing that his back was covered. Hearing footsteps, he stopped pacing and turned in their direction, "You black-lunged son-of-a-bitch," he said, and grabbed the man by the throat, knocking the ever-present cigarette out of his mouth, "You said that it was the cure. You said it would cure her."
The old man didn't appear to be frightened by Skinner, and pulled out of his grasp, "Now, A.D. Skinner, what can I do for you?" He asked.
Skinner glared at the man, "You said the chip was a cure for Scully's cancer. Well, she's not cured. Now, you'd better give me answers before Mulder finds you, or before your little group's actvities becomes the main story on every newsbrodcast around the world."
K.G.B. Spender had no clue what Skinner was talking about, but at the mention of the newsbroadcast, he began to become fearful, but quickly banished that from his mind. He could not show fear in front of Skinner. He needed to buy himself some time to figure out what the hell Skinner was talking about. He pulled out another cigarette and lit it up, "A.D. Skinner, I have no clue what you're talking about. If Agent Scully is sick, I had nothing to do with it," he said, calmly.
Skinner just knew he was lying, "Listen, if you don't want to be in the news, you'll find out what the hell I am talking about, and how to deal with it."
"Ahh, but, what happens if I kill you now? Then what?" Spender asked.
Skinner grinned, "I've already thought of that, and if I don't call Albert Holsteen in the next 15 minutes, he will tell the world, so go ahead, kill me, and you lose. Tell me how to cure Scully's cancer, and Albert and his friends will remain silent."
Spender choked, but played it off as a cough, "Well, I'll see what I can do. I'll call you," he said, and walked off, leaving Skinner alone.
Chapter 6
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Unknown Location
4:00pm Eastern Standard Time
Skinner paced aimlessly across the warehouse floor. He hated meeting this bastard, and feared for his life everytime he did. Just to make sure, however, he had called Albert Holsteen before he left. He felt more at ease knowing that his back was covered. Hearing footsteps, he stopped pacing and turned in their direction, "You black-lunged son-of-a-bitch," he said, and grabbed the man by the throat, knocking the ever-present cigarette out of his mouth, "You said that it was the cure. You said it would cure her."
The old man didn't appear to be frightened by Skinner, and pulled out of his grasp, "Now, A.D. Skinner, what can I do for you?" He asked.
Skinner glared at the man, "You said the chip was a cure for Scully's cancer. Well, she's not cured. Now, you'd better give me answers before Mulder finds you, or before your little group's actvities becomes the main story on every newsbrodcast around the world."
K.G.B. Spender had no clue what Skinner was talking about, but at the mention of the newsbroadcast, he began to become fearful, but quickly banished that from his mind. He could not show fear in front of Skinner. He needed to buy himself some time to figure out what the hell Skinner was talking about. He pulled out another cigarette and lit it up, "A.D. Skinner, I have no clue what you're talking about. If Agent Scully is sick, I had nothing to do with it," he said, calmly.
Skinner just knew he was lying, "Listen, if you don't want to be in the news, you'll find out what the hell I am talking about, and how to deal with it."
"Ahh, but, what happens if I kill you now? Then what?" Spender asked.
Skinner grinned, "I've already thought of that, and if I don't call Albert Holsteen in the next 15 minutes, he will tell the world, so go ahead, kill me, and you lose. Tell me how to cure Scully's cancer, and Albert and his friends will remain silent."
Spender choked, but played it off as a cough, "Well, I'll see what I can do. I'll call you," he said, and walked off, leaving Skinner alone.