Ch.3 ~Pits~
*EARLIER THAT WEEK *
Mulder picked up the little plastic green sword from his martini and slid the olive into his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. His eyes surveyed the small dark bar contingently.
A tall, rough looking man wearing a black raincoat entered the bar, raindrops slid off him onto the muddy, foot print covered floor. He spotted Mulder across the bar sitting by himself. He pulled down the hood from his raincoat, exposing messy, wet, dark hair.
"Agent Mulder?" The man asked incredulously as he sat on the stool next to him.
"That would be me." Mulder responded as he removed the olive pit from his mouth and sipped from his martini.
"I have something for you." The man said quietly as he held out a manila file to Mulder.
Mulder looked at the folder then the man awkwardly. "What's this?"
"It's a case file on a doctor Kurlander."
"And you are..? How do I fit into this?"
The man didn't respond, but looked straight ahead of him in anticipation. Mulder curiously opened the file
"Medical malpractice." Mulder said unsure of what the point of all of this was.
"There's more to it Agent Mulder." The man responded.
"Look, I don't know who you are or how you found me, but I'm not interested- "
"More people will die." The man interrupted.
"So, what.is he still practicing, illegally or something, I don't follow." Mulder stated.
"Look into it, Mulder." The man replied.
"I, uh.." Mulder began in disinterest. His eyes were heavy with tiredness.
The man stood and pulled his hood back over his mussed hair. He put a hand on Mulder's shoulder, then walked to the door of the bar.
Mulder watched him leave and returned his gaze to the file. He rubbed the bridge of his nose between his blood shot eyes. The combination of lack of sleep, alcohol, and the smoky air was beginning to take its toll on him. He blinked several times consistently and let out a pathetic sigh. He flipped through the papers.
*EARLIER THAT WEEK *
Mulder picked up the little plastic green sword from his martini and slid the olive into his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. His eyes surveyed the small dark bar contingently.
A tall, rough looking man wearing a black raincoat entered the bar, raindrops slid off him onto the muddy, foot print covered floor. He spotted Mulder across the bar sitting by himself. He pulled down the hood from his raincoat, exposing messy, wet, dark hair.
"Agent Mulder?" The man asked incredulously as he sat on the stool next to him.
"That would be me." Mulder responded as he removed the olive pit from his mouth and sipped from his martini.
"I have something for you." The man said quietly as he held out a manila file to Mulder.
Mulder looked at the folder then the man awkwardly. "What's this?"
"It's a case file on a doctor Kurlander."
"And you are..? How do I fit into this?"
The man didn't respond, but looked straight ahead of him in anticipation. Mulder curiously opened the file
"Medical malpractice." Mulder said unsure of what the point of all of this was.
"There's more to it Agent Mulder." The man responded.
"Look, I don't know who you are or how you found me, but I'm not interested- "
"More people will die." The man interrupted.
"So, what.is he still practicing, illegally or something, I don't follow." Mulder stated.
"Look into it, Mulder." The man replied.
"I, uh.." Mulder began in disinterest. His eyes were heavy with tiredness.
The man stood and pulled his hood back over his mussed hair. He put a hand on Mulder's shoulder, then walked to the door of the bar.
Mulder watched him leave and returned his gaze to the file. He rubbed the bridge of his nose between his blood shot eyes. The combination of lack of sleep, alcohol, and the smoky air was beginning to take its toll on him. He blinked several times consistently and let out a pathetic sigh. He flipped through the papers.