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They drove up to the parking lot nearest The Empire State Building. Sitting in the car, no one took the initiative to get out. Finally, after about 20 minutes, Mulder got out of the car, while the others followed. Up the stairs, into the lobby, flashing FBI badges and demanding to know where this State Department was that no one ever knew existed inside the Empire State Building.
"The one I can't tell you about?" Asked the guard suspiciously.
"Yeah." Responded Mulder.
"Up the stairs, down the hall, to your left, second door."
"Thanks." Blinked Federico. What was HIS IQ?
Running into the hallway, Mulder pulled out a handydandy wire, and began picking the lock. He eventually got it open, after several....mild.....incidents with unsuspecting bystanders, and the three went in, tearing through filling cabinets as they went along.
"Hey! They've got an issue of THE LONEGUNMEN!" Federico exclaimed at the front desk.
"COOL! LEMME SEE!" Shouted Mulder.
"Now There's a conspiracy." Muttered Scully.
"Shut-up." Said Mulder.
"I didn't say anything."
"Liar! AND DON'T give me ANY of that Mulder quoting NONESENSE! I can do it. You can't, so get used to it." Retorted Federico.
They went on quietly rummaging for sometime. "What are we looking for exactly?" Federico questioned.
"Anything that may help us." Was Mulder's only answer.
They searched for a great deal of time. Finally, Scully came over to Mulder with a stack of Roswell files, several of which mentioned something about the Pentagon and Area 51.
"It'd be nice if we could get into Area 51."
"Yeah. But let's start with areas closer to home." Mulder paused, as the three skimmed the pile.
"Not very much about New York." Federico admitted.
"Look here." Scully leaned over Mulder's shoulder. "Three....No......four times....I counted five, that's nine.....And Federico has....one....two.......9......The Pentagon level 4 clearance has been mentioned 18 times. Think it may be important?"
Mulder remained silent. He was looking at a file about witnesses accounts on the event. There was no Mrs......Mrs.....Mrs, eh....Mrs. Thing.
HE jumped up and went to the K cabinet. He found a list of residents in Roswell at the time.........Mrs. Kyqtwyz.......No. She wasn't there. Why? Where would she have been? She claimed to be there.......
"They know our assignment." He suddenly exclaimed. "Mrs. What's-her-name- dooowwwn-soooooooouth" he exaggerated, "Wasn't in Roswell at the time of the crash. She claimed to have been but she........" HE paused. "She knows you think that she's been sworn to secrecy. But why would she be thrown to confuse us? Why not give us a false tip?"
Federico listened. Scully was quiet. "Federico might have another mission today." She said quietly.
An hour later she pounded on The Gunmen's door. "Equipment." She said mechanically, and her usual earing device and pen were handed to her.
"What's going on?" Asked Frohike, who she was told just got out of bed.
"Mulder and Scully are staying at the Empire State Building to research more. But we found out that someone who gave us information that claimed to be in Roswell at the time off the crash, wasn't."
"I'll need you guys to monitor me like a hawk. I'm not a good actress, and I have to ask them for information they don't need to give me. It's going to be unconvincing, and one of you has to be ready to dial Mulder or Scully at all times. If it seems like they're getting suspicious......." She sighed. ".....Use the brain that was givin'' to ya'' to figure it out." She left without saying much more.
Frohike stationed his cell phone next to him, already on, with Mulder's number ready to dial, as Langly set up the cameras on the computer. Byers was busy getting a system worked up to enhance the visual status form a good 90% to a full 100%.
"You got visual?" She asked into the Newspaper.
"And audio." Came Byers immediate response. He sounded preoccupied.
"Everything all right?"
"Yeah.....Yeah...." Byers was infact having some difficulties rerouting power to the efficiency of the visual, and a slight power drain had made everything go black temporarily. But, they didn't want to alarm her. They were trying to use their brains, something Byers said they hadn't used too much of lately. They thought that letting her think everything was spiff would help increase her security and assurance, and thus her performance.
Byers breathes in relief when he saw a visual of 34th Street. "We've got visual." He said to himself, as if he didn't quite believe it.
"Byers?"
"Nothing. Keep going, Federico."
Federico proceeded up the stairs. She knocked on the door and cordially smiled at the Smoking Man.
"Good day."" She said" almost too pleasantly to the conspirators.
"Little less perky, Federico."
"Please. Have a seat." Waved the Englishmen, Federico had so kindly dubbed "Fred."
"Thank you." The camera took a slight dip as she sat down.
"What can we do for you?"
"They've got something up their sleeves.....something we don't know." Langly suggested.
If Federico could of, she'd have told them telepathically to relax.
"I found out that Scully and Mulder spoke to some lady in Arizona. About Roswell. Only, she wasn't there at the time. If I'm to mislead them, I need to know about this decoy."
"Why?"
"They don't give a break do they?" Asked Frohike.
"I want to make sure they go totally opposite."
There was a slight exchange of glances as she said that.
"She was a ploy. Old enough, but not a resident." Smoking Man admitted hesitantly, lighting up a Morley. "We found out that they were going there."
Federico did all she could to maintain a steady almost uninterested voice.
"How?"
"People in the FBI, aren't always what they seem. Some...." He paused, almost testing Federico, "Like yourself......" he emphasized. "Would rather save their own skins than maintain their loyalties."
"I'll try and accept that as not being an insult?" She said. She was either bad at acting on demand, or she momentarily lost her temper, as the conspirators presumably wanted, ands was truly vexed.
"Federico. If you want to be convincing, lay off the remarks."
Shut-up Frohike.
Smoking Man gave a short amused cough. "Not an insult. None intended. But, not everyone is as clean cut as you think. You are very naive to the true corrupt people in high positions in the FBI."
"I can't imagine....who...."
"I don't think you could. They too are good actors. But they are very high up.......Something like....Section chiefs."
Federico nodded. Gunmen? You taking notes?
"In exchange for our good information.......Would you care to explain something for us?"
Federico's heart leaped. As did Byers'. And Frohike's. Langly's just sat there and waited to press "SEND" on the pre-dialed cell phone.
"Of course." She said happily, not even hesitating. "What can I do for you?"
"For security reasons, we put little cameras in in the lobby, doorways, fans, ceilings. We found this." HE clicked on a small television of Federico slipping into the office and cursing at her small flashlight. You never saw her face, but her hair and gestures gave her away.
She watched, dead-pan. "Do you know who broke in?"
"We were hoping you could tell us." The man with the raspy voice said. LAgnly dubbed him "Simon."
"Hmmm.....Play back frame 42?"
Byers almost laughed. Her playing dumb was so obvious....but in that sense, he was a little anxious.
A perturbed Simon played back the tape.
"I wish I knew. The length of the hair is too long for Scully. The build is definatly feminine. P'raps I can run a match with the FBI database?"
"If you know, you shouldn't be playing dumb."
"I wish I did know-"
"-Gracefully imply your leaving." Hissed Byers.
"-Unforutnalyt, I don't. May I take the tape to run through the FBI database?" she articulated slowly and more clearly.
Simon rocked back, drew a breath, then handed her the tape.
"Can we expect to see you tomorrow?"
"NO!" "YES!" "NO!" "DON'T LISTEN TO BYERS!!!! HE'S AN IDEOT!" "LANG:Y'S BEEN AN IDEOT LONGER!"
The Gunmen's advice nearly knocked Federico's balance off.
"Can't. Puttin' up the Christmas Tree Tomorrow. How's about.....Oh, Sunday's no good, I have choir.......Day after tomorrow?"
Fred was a little confused at this sudden calendar check.
"That'll be fine. We will see you then." Smoking Man said, cutting off Simon.
Federico smiled again, then turned to leave, and ran back to The Gunmen's where she collapsed. IF the Gunmen had placed a bug in the headquarters, they would have have seen seen Simon turn to the others after Federico left and say "She's not to be trusted."
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They drove up to the parking lot nearest The Empire State Building. Sitting in the car, no one took the initiative to get out. Finally, after about 20 minutes, Mulder got out of the car, while the others followed. Up the stairs, into the lobby, flashing FBI badges and demanding to know where this State Department was that no one ever knew existed inside the Empire State Building.
"The one I can't tell you about?" Asked the guard suspiciously.
"Yeah." Responded Mulder.
"Up the stairs, down the hall, to your left, second door."
"Thanks." Blinked Federico. What was HIS IQ?
Running into the hallway, Mulder pulled out a handydandy wire, and began picking the lock. He eventually got it open, after several....mild.....incidents with unsuspecting bystanders, and the three went in, tearing through filling cabinets as they went along.
"Hey! They've got an issue of THE LONEGUNMEN!" Federico exclaimed at the front desk.
"COOL! LEMME SEE!" Shouted Mulder.
"Now There's a conspiracy." Muttered Scully.
"Shut-up." Said Mulder.
"I didn't say anything."
"Liar! AND DON'T give me ANY of that Mulder quoting NONESENSE! I can do it. You can't, so get used to it." Retorted Federico.
They went on quietly rummaging for sometime. "What are we looking for exactly?" Federico questioned.
"Anything that may help us." Was Mulder's only answer.
They searched for a great deal of time. Finally, Scully came over to Mulder with a stack of Roswell files, several of which mentioned something about the Pentagon and Area 51.
"It'd be nice if we could get into Area 51."
"Yeah. But let's start with areas closer to home." Mulder paused, as the three skimmed the pile.
"Not very much about New York." Federico admitted.
"Look here." Scully leaned over Mulder's shoulder. "Three....No......four times....I counted five, that's nine.....And Federico has....one....two.......9......The Pentagon level 4 clearance has been mentioned 18 times. Think it may be important?"
Mulder remained silent. He was looking at a file about witnesses accounts on the event. There was no Mrs......Mrs.....Mrs, eh....Mrs. Thing.
HE jumped up and went to the K cabinet. He found a list of residents in Roswell at the time.........Mrs. Kyqtwyz.......No. She wasn't there. Why? Where would she have been? She claimed to be there.......
"They know our assignment." He suddenly exclaimed. "Mrs. What's-her-name- dooowwwn-soooooooouth" he exaggerated, "Wasn't in Roswell at the time of the crash. She claimed to have been but she........" HE paused. "She knows you think that she's been sworn to secrecy. But why would she be thrown to confuse us? Why not give us a false tip?"
Federico listened. Scully was quiet. "Federico might have another mission today." She said quietly.
An hour later she pounded on The Gunmen's door. "Equipment." She said mechanically, and her usual earing device and pen were handed to her.
"What's going on?" Asked Frohike, who she was told just got out of bed.
"Mulder and Scully are staying at the Empire State Building to research more. But we found out that someone who gave us information that claimed to be in Roswell at the time off the crash, wasn't."
"I'll need you guys to monitor me like a hawk. I'm not a good actress, and I have to ask them for information they don't need to give me. It's going to be unconvincing, and one of you has to be ready to dial Mulder or Scully at all times. If it seems like they're getting suspicious......." She sighed. ".....Use the brain that was givin'' to ya'' to figure it out." She left without saying much more.
Frohike stationed his cell phone next to him, already on, with Mulder's number ready to dial, as Langly set up the cameras on the computer. Byers was busy getting a system worked up to enhance the visual status form a good 90% to a full 100%.
"You got visual?" She asked into the Newspaper.
"And audio." Came Byers immediate response. He sounded preoccupied.
"Everything all right?"
"Yeah.....Yeah...." Byers was infact having some difficulties rerouting power to the efficiency of the visual, and a slight power drain had made everything go black temporarily. But, they didn't want to alarm her. They were trying to use their brains, something Byers said they hadn't used too much of lately. They thought that letting her think everything was spiff would help increase her security and assurance, and thus her performance.
Byers breathes in relief when he saw a visual of 34th Street. "We've got visual." He said to himself, as if he didn't quite believe it.
"Byers?"
"Nothing. Keep going, Federico."
Federico proceeded up the stairs. She knocked on the door and cordially smiled at the Smoking Man.
"Good day."" She said" almost too pleasantly to the conspirators.
"Little less perky, Federico."
"Please. Have a seat." Waved the Englishmen, Federico had so kindly dubbed "Fred."
"Thank you." The camera took a slight dip as she sat down.
"What can we do for you?"
"They've got something up their sleeves.....something we don't know." Langly suggested.
If Federico could of, she'd have told them telepathically to relax.
"I found out that Scully and Mulder spoke to some lady in Arizona. About Roswell. Only, she wasn't there at the time. If I'm to mislead them, I need to know about this decoy."
"Why?"
"They don't give a break do they?" Asked Frohike.
"I want to make sure they go totally opposite."
There was a slight exchange of glances as she said that.
"She was a ploy. Old enough, but not a resident." Smoking Man admitted hesitantly, lighting up a Morley. "We found out that they were going there."
Federico did all she could to maintain a steady almost uninterested voice.
"How?"
"People in the FBI, aren't always what they seem. Some...." He paused, almost testing Federico, "Like yourself......" he emphasized. "Would rather save their own skins than maintain their loyalties."
"I'll try and accept that as not being an insult?" She said. She was either bad at acting on demand, or she momentarily lost her temper, as the conspirators presumably wanted, ands was truly vexed.
"Federico. If you want to be convincing, lay off the remarks."
Shut-up Frohike.
Smoking Man gave a short amused cough. "Not an insult. None intended. But, not everyone is as clean cut as you think. You are very naive to the true corrupt people in high positions in the FBI."
"I can't imagine....who...."
"I don't think you could. They too are good actors. But they are very high up.......Something like....Section chiefs."
Federico nodded. Gunmen? You taking notes?
"In exchange for our good information.......Would you care to explain something for us?"
Federico's heart leaped. As did Byers'. And Frohike's. Langly's just sat there and waited to press "SEND" on the pre-dialed cell phone.
"Of course." She said happily, not even hesitating. "What can I do for you?"
"For security reasons, we put little cameras in in the lobby, doorways, fans, ceilings. We found this." HE clicked on a small television of Federico slipping into the office and cursing at her small flashlight. You never saw her face, but her hair and gestures gave her away.
She watched, dead-pan. "Do you know who broke in?"
"We were hoping you could tell us." The man with the raspy voice said. LAgnly dubbed him "Simon."
"Hmmm.....Play back frame 42?"
Byers almost laughed. Her playing dumb was so obvious....but in that sense, he was a little anxious.
A perturbed Simon played back the tape.
"I wish I knew. The length of the hair is too long for Scully. The build is definatly feminine. P'raps I can run a match with the FBI database?"
"If you know, you shouldn't be playing dumb."
"I wish I did know-"
"-Gracefully imply your leaving." Hissed Byers.
"-Unforutnalyt, I don't. May I take the tape to run through the FBI database?" she articulated slowly and more clearly.
Simon rocked back, drew a breath, then handed her the tape.
"Can we expect to see you tomorrow?"
"NO!" "YES!" "NO!" "DON'T LISTEN TO BYERS!!!! HE'S AN IDEOT!" "LANG:Y'S BEEN AN IDEOT LONGER!"
The Gunmen's advice nearly knocked Federico's balance off.
"Can't. Puttin' up the Christmas Tree Tomorrow. How's about.....Oh, Sunday's no good, I have choir.......Day after tomorrow?"
Fred was a little confused at this sudden calendar check.
"That'll be fine. We will see you then." Smoking Man said, cutting off Simon.
Federico smiled again, then turned to leave, and ran back to The Gunmen's where she collapsed. IF the Gunmen had placed a bug in the headquarters, they would have have seen seen Simon turn to the others after Federico left and say "She's not to be trusted."