Author: Brent Dax brentdax@cpan.org
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: "William" now; future chapters may include later episodes.
Keywords: William, future; future chapters may add other keywords.
Summary: William Scully finds himself in an FBI school-crime department,unaware of his powerful allies and even more powerful enemies.
Disclaimer: I'm not sure if Chris Carter deserves to own the people you recognize, but he does; I'm not making any money off this. The people you don't recognize probably belong to me. You can use them, but please mention me and don't do anything age-inappropriate with them.
Archiving: Go for it--just send me a link.
Feedback: *PLEASE*! I have no idea how good this is or if I should continue it. Praise, constructive criticism, and advice should be sent to brentdax@cpan.org or posted as a review of this story; flames should be sent to the bit bucket.
Dedication: to Darci, as always.
3. Shot
July 8, 2014
Smoke curled around Cancerman's face as he spoke to the group.
"We have a serious problem." He drew on his cigarette and exhaled. "William Scully has been recruited by the FBI."
"What for?" one asked.
"School Security Department. I thought that they would become a problem, but not in this way."
"Why is this a problem? Didn't your son take care of that?" another said.
"Jeffrey Spender is an idiot. He must have gotten that from his mother. The injection made his abilities difficult to get at--it didn't destroy them." He put out his cigarette. "William Scully is the one thing standing between us and the success of Colonization. He can make or break it. He must not be allowed to break it. He must not be allowed to find the truth."
"So he doesn't know who he is yet?"
"Correct. However, he's lined up to work under his mother. I have no doubt in my mind that she'll discover who he really is."
"So what do we do?"
"We see to it that he never sees his mother--and try to take him for ourselves."
"Thirty-two people are dead and over a hundred wounded in this latest suicide bombing..." The CNN reporter's voice droned on from Tel Aviv. Another day, another terrorist attack.
Danielle sat at the other end of the couch, reading a cryptography text. She sighed and closed the book, telling him to switch to ABC.
Will was about to change the channel when something told him to roll off the couch. He did so just as the common room's window broke. Something slammed into the couch and stuck there. Danielle jumped off the couch, throwing her book aside.
He looked to see what it was. A dart.
William reached down, took out his handheld and popped out a headset embedded in it. He dialed a number.
"Quantico student services."
"William Mathot in room 303. Somebody just tried to shoot me through a window."
"Are you armed?"
"No, I haven't been issued a service weapon yet."
"Okay. I'll send up some people. Stay away from the window."
The four agents who went to room 303 had started by propping up a bulletproof vest in the window. It was the best they could do on short notice. Three of them examined the scene, while one talked to William and Danielle.
"I was sitting and watching TV when...I dunno. Maybe I saw something out of the corner of my eye or something." William shrugged. "In any case, I rolled off the couch and that thing came through the window and landed where my chest would've been."
"Did you try to locate the shooter?"
"No. I didn't have a weapon, so I didn't see the point in putting myself where I could be shot again."
The agents nodded. "Not a bad decision under the circumstances. What about you?" he asked Danielle.
"I was sitting on the other end of the couch, studying. I didn't notice anything until the window broke."
One of the agents was carrying a radio. Someone started talking over it; the agent grabbed the radio and listened to it.
"We've found a *crackle* rifle on the roof of the G building."
The G building was the one across from William's window. The agent depressed the button on the side of the radio. "A dart rifle?"
"Yeah. No serial number."
"Okay, take it in. Be careful about fingerprints." She turned to William. "Well, we have a weapon and a dart."
"Do we have any indication of what was in the dart?" Danielle asked.
One of the agents walked over to the couch, took a picture of the dart's position, and pulled it out. He examined it. "From the color, I'd guess that it's a fairly powerful tranquilizer."
William nodded.
"I'll get maintenence to install bulletproof glass up here."
"Thanks."