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Scully didn't answer. She really didn't know what to do.
Mulder began taking aim. "I have an idea. I can shoot him."
Two meaningful glances were shot at Mulder-Well, three if you count Krycek's.
Mulder relented and didn't fire after all. But the question about what to do with him remained. They couldn't very well let him go, and murder was against the law. He surely wouldn't speak. Ransom! Wait, that's against the law, too.
Federico was feeling woozy again. She turned her back on Krycek and searched her room for something. She soon returned with handcuffs and clasped Krycek's hands to the light fixture and a metal hook on the ceiling, forcing him to stand on a chair for the time being. Mulder was satisfied. Scully wasn't. They were in a heck of a predicament boy.
They couldn't leave him there. That'd be no good. They could hand him over to Skinner. Skinner. Corruption in FBI. High personnel. Hmmm. Maybe they wouldn't turn him over so quickly.
Federico took up residence on another chair. "So. You must know a lot about corrupt people in the FBI. Care to share?"
Krycek continued to study the cracks in the ceiling.
"That wasn't a question, Krycek."
"Call him 'Ratboy,' it suits him better."
"Share what?"
"About corruption. High up in the FBI? Come now. Don't tell me that you don't know."
Silence. Mulder was getting annoyed and stepped closer. Of course, Krycek didn't notice at all. He was still trying to figure out which cracks looked the most like rabbits.
Federico gave up and let Scully step into the interrogation. Instead, Federico went in the living room, downed two Excedrin, and leaned her pulsating head on the armrest.
"We know that there are people higher up in the FBI that are working with the conspirators. We know you know who they are. And we expect you to tell us. Now/"
Krycek didn't acknowledge the fact the Scully had even spoken. But after sometime, he answered, though he still never quite made eye contact.
"There are people, about A.D. Skinner's head, who know of us, and support us indirectly. They try and debunk your work, and originally sent you to do the dirty work." Pause. "When that didn't work, they found other ways to interfere. It was never Skinner who closed The X-Files. Only Section Chiefs who ordered him. And should the paranormal not have continually popped up, it would never have been reopened. Nor would colonization have taken so long."
"Have? That's a verb in the past tense."
"So you know grammar, Agent Mulder? Its a good thing to know in the FBI, but I never knew you had the skill to master it. That's right. Past tense verb. I used it purposely. Because something is in the past. Use you brain. Take a wild guess as to what."
"Colonization."
"Not completely done yet. But almost under way. In a matter of weeks....maybe months......this planet will be swarming with Human Alien hybrids, and alien bounty hunters. And before you realize, it will be too far ahead to simply turn back."
SCully turned and left for the living room. Mulder made as to kick the chair from underneath Krycek, but thought better and followed Scully.
"What do you think?"
"About what?"
"About this whole thing."
"I don't know Mulder." Federico shook her head.
"I certainly don't like that idea of keeping him here."
"You think I do?"
Mulder rolled his eyes.
"Not saying you do."
"We can't turn him over to Skinner without whoever the person that's over his head knowing what he's doing."
"Yo! Krycek! Who's corrupt anyway? Tell us.." Mulder emphasized.
"If I told you it'd make no difference."
Mulder kicked the chair.
"Deputy Director Kerch!"
Mulder gave Krycek's chair another kick.
"Kerch! He has tabs on our every move."
"Don't we know it too."
"He closed the X-Files 5 times....."Mulder explained.
"Well what are we supposed to do?"
"Keep him captive."
"For the time being we could lock him in your basement."
"That's inhumane, Scully."
"He's a menace to society and we can't afford to keep him balanced on your table."
"Point taken. Krycek! You're being transferred. We have guns on you so don't move...." Even if mine isn't loaded.....Federico added to herself.
"Move." She ordered.
"I can't."
"Why?"
Krycek motioned to his hands.
"Oh. Yeah."
Federico uncuffed him from the light fixture.
"Move."
Krycek moved alright. Although he did feel as though his arms were coming off, but hey, that's better than what he's been through.
Soon enough, his arms were attached to to bookshelves in the basement.
"It'll have to do for now, Krycek." Federico muttered, cuffing him. "Sorry. It'll have to do. I'll see if I can find you better accommodations soon." She repeated.
"Like in a prison."
A meaningful look was shot at Mulder. "As I have no intention of keeping you prisoner." She continued. "We'll be back soon." She slapped Mulder on the wrist and headed up the stairs. A light was kept on for Krycek, and Federico had personally inspected for bugs.
It was a feat keeping your arms up in that position for a good 2 hours straight. Then Federico came down with Scully, uncuffed Krycek, and handed him a tray with a meal. Krcyek was a little wary, and made Federico taste everything first to make sure nothing was poisoned. He was allowed to walk around for a few minutes, was given the option of the treadmill, the knife he stole from the plate was taken back by Scully after another search for a hidden weapon, and he was again cuffed to the desks.
"How long shall I stay here? This is against the law, you know."
"Like what you do isn't? We're figuring out what to do now.," Federico marched back up with Scully.
"So? What do you wanna do with the rat, Ms.-Goody-two-shoes?"
"Well, Mulder......That's an excellent question. Don't s'pose we can email Skinner?"
"I s'pose that none would ever read his mail, even the corrupt one over his head?"
"Won't take that for granted, but what other option have we?"
"Great. Let's get the computer started up now."
Krycek fumbled. Sure they got my knife, but what they didn't realize was missing was the fork! The fork! Man's perfect escape route!1 Created solely for the wonderful purpose of freeing yourself from tight places, the only improvement required was better grip for your teeth. I mustn't drop it! Should I, I may never escape. A little to the left. Jab it to the right. I'm FREE!!!!! GOODBYE CAPTIVITY, TILL WE MEET AGAIN!!!!
"I s'pose I should really go check on Krycekl. Give his arms a break. Anyone wanna come? Mulder?"
"Sure."
"Leave you gun with Scully Mulder." Federico only half joked.
"Fine."
Down the stairs with the key,, Federico prepared to explain to Krycek the latest status. They emailed Skinner and were awaiting a proper response.
"Krycek? Wh-WHERE IS HE!? KRYCEK!!!! KRYCEK!"
Mulder picked up a little note left by the abandoned hand-cuffs and fork.
"C'e'la vie." He quoted. "Rat boy strikes back." A series of primitive grunts came from Mulder.
"He used a fork? He's got more skill than I thought!" Federico was absolutely amazed as she examined the open window.
Grunt. Grunt.
"I mean, yeah, he stole the knife. But A fork?"
Grunt. Grunt.
"Mulder? Would you stop that!? Please! That is most un-" She caught herself. She evidently couldn't say 'lady-like'. "-Gentlemanly."
Mulder gave a final grunt, then took a little walk around. Ratboy gone, no doubt back to Smoking Man, they were in deeper dog-doo than previously suspected.
Meanwhile, in a little town we like to call D.C., Assistant Director Skinner was filing a report. He needed to check on something, when the "You've Got Mail" reading caught his eye. With the shifty-unsure-glance that we all know so well, he he heaved a sigh and opened his email, forcing the file to wait until later.
Subject:----------------- Password necessary--------
Skinner hesitated, downloaded the file, and typed in his password.
File Done the ever-annoying automated voice chimed.
Sir- News. All's going okay. We've got info. but alien-cronies onto Federico. Long story. Posed as "helper" but they know her identity now. Krycek sent to kill her. We stopped him in time. Said people higher above your head corrupt. Indirectly supported aliens by sending me to debunk work. Have moved onto direct support. Explained you were always ordered to close Files. We have Krycek locked/handcuffed in basement. What do we do?
Send password-locked file response to us. Delete this file from hardrive the moment you finish. Must hurry. Immediately download supplemental file over the hard space used by this one.
-Scully.
Skinner's eyes widened. He deleted the file, and downloaded the other one as instructed.
"YOU'VE GOT MAIL!"
"Corn-blasted." Skinner muttered.
Subject:-------Password-------
Skinner rolled his eyes. An A.D.'s work is never done.
FILE DONE.
Darn the automated voice.
Sir- I'm sorry, but Krycek has escaped. Apparently, he stole the fork from the meal we served him without our knowledge- Woah. They didn't see that? Sheesh. Ideots. -and used it to uncuff himself from my bookshelves. He escaped from the window.
Will keep in touch. Take care.
-Federico.
Skinner didn't know how to reply to that one.
Subject: Response.
Federico, Scully, and Mulder-
Acknowledged. Good luck.
-A.D. Skinner
"A man of great words." Mulder commented to himself as he shut down the computer.
With all the confusion about her, Scully was still trying to make sense of the darn case that SHE had to come up with. Nothing made sense. None of there files. None of their evidence. Heck, did there evidence even count as evidence? She couldn't quite be sure. She was running on empty, and she was a having a completely blank moment. Actually, she'd been like that for the past 2 hours. Not at all like her. But she digressed. Encrypted files. That spelt nothing. And hey, is it me or does it make no sense that the Gunmen's code-thingy didn't already crack the code? I mean, 26 letters in the alphabet and all they have to do is program it into the thingy, make it combine them every way imaginable in a manner of minutes, and have it tell them when it discovered something in English. So what was the darn problem? A virus? That didn't make sense either. They're hackers. They knew everything about viruses. So what was it? Sheer laziness? Hm. So far, that WAS the most plausible theory, until Scully refilled her fuel and realized that computers were incapable of being lazy. Evil mutants had hacked into their computer screwed up the wires, and ran off to leave them, in their misery. Not bad. But then Scully turned her ignition on and realized that was completely unscientific. She sounded like Mulder. And just for that she slapped Mulder on the wrist without a word before or after.
Mulder blinked. Okay, that was strange. Scully just slapped him. And this time all that he was doing was staring at a really terrible article in the TV Guide. Speaking of terrible, terrible wasn't even the word for this article. I mean, this was just, horrific. There is no word in the English language to even describe it. I mean, yeah. What else was there to say? This was an article about Julia Robert's favorite home-cooked meals. Did he care? No. Did he care if anyone else cared? NO! Turning the page, his mind ran into other things. Ah, finally, a normal, REASONABLE article in the TV guide. About aliens. Flying over Alaska. Little green aliens. Wait. Bad article. They said green. They're not green. They're grey. He only said that about a hundred-thousand times. But why should anyone listen? What does he care if this puny magazine that doesn't even enclose proper descriptions of your shows uses incorrect information. He didn't care if they lied. He for one NEVER lied. He unwillingly engaged in a campaign of misinformation.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Federico sat with Gwendy purring on her lap. She counted Gwen's cat hairs best she could. Although, she usually lost count around number 684. Then she had to start over because she realized she'd counted a few hairs twice. And she wasn't quite sure how many hairs she counted twice. Nor was she sure whether it was time to start counting moving left, or if she'd already counted the left side of her shoulder blade. And is it necessary to count the hairs on her ears? She hoped not. Ah, well, 1,2,3,4,5,6................
Scully looked up from her files. Subconsciously, she imitated Skinner's shifty glance. Was she the only one concentrating on the case here? Looking around, she decided, yes.
Scully didn't answer. She really didn't know what to do.
Mulder began taking aim. "I have an idea. I can shoot him."
Two meaningful glances were shot at Mulder-Well, three if you count Krycek's.
Mulder relented and didn't fire after all. But the question about what to do with him remained. They couldn't very well let him go, and murder was against the law. He surely wouldn't speak. Ransom! Wait, that's against the law, too.
Federico was feeling woozy again. She turned her back on Krycek and searched her room for something. She soon returned with handcuffs and clasped Krycek's hands to the light fixture and a metal hook on the ceiling, forcing him to stand on a chair for the time being. Mulder was satisfied. Scully wasn't. They were in a heck of a predicament boy.
They couldn't leave him there. That'd be no good. They could hand him over to Skinner. Skinner. Corruption in FBI. High personnel. Hmmm. Maybe they wouldn't turn him over so quickly.
Federico took up residence on another chair. "So. You must know a lot about corrupt people in the FBI. Care to share?"
Krycek continued to study the cracks in the ceiling.
"That wasn't a question, Krycek."
"Call him 'Ratboy,' it suits him better."
"Share what?"
"About corruption. High up in the FBI? Come now. Don't tell me that you don't know."
Silence. Mulder was getting annoyed and stepped closer. Of course, Krycek didn't notice at all. He was still trying to figure out which cracks looked the most like rabbits.
Federico gave up and let Scully step into the interrogation. Instead, Federico went in the living room, downed two Excedrin, and leaned her pulsating head on the armrest.
"We know that there are people higher up in the FBI that are working with the conspirators. We know you know who they are. And we expect you to tell us. Now/"
Krycek didn't acknowledge the fact the Scully had even spoken. But after sometime, he answered, though he still never quite made eye contact.
"There are people, about A.D. Skinner's head, who know of us, and support us indirectly. They try and debunk your work, and originally sent you to do the dirty work." Pause. "When that didn't work, they found other ways to interfere. It was never Skinner who closed The X-Files. Only Section Chiefs who ordered him. And should the paranormal not have continually popped up, it would never have been reopened. Nor would colonization have taken so long."
"Have? That's a verb in the past tense."
"So you know grammar, Agent Mulder? Its a good thing to know in the FBI, but I never knew you had the skill to master it. That's right. Past tense verb. I used it purposely. Because something is in the past. Use you brain. Take a wild guess as to what."
"Colonization."
"Not completely done yet. But almost under way. In a matter of weeks....maybe months......this planet will be swarming with Human Alien hybrids, and alien bounty hunters. And before you realize, it will be too far ahead to simply turn back."
SCully turned and left for the living room. Mulder made as to kick the chair from underneath Krycek, but thought better and followed Scully.
"What do you think?"
"About what?"
"About this whole thing."
"I don't know Mulder." Federico shook her head.
"I certainly don't like that idea of keeping him here."
"You think I do?"
Mulder rolled his eyes.
"Not saying you do."
"We can't turn him over to Skinner without whoever the person that's over his head knowing what he's doing."
"Yo! Krycek! Who's corrupt anyway? Tell us.." Mulder emphasized.
"If I told you it'd make no difference."
Mulder kicked the chair.
"Deputy Director Kerch!"
Mulder gave Krycek's chair another kick.
"Kerch! He has tabs on our every move."
"Don't we know it too."
"He closed the X-Files 5 times....."Mulder explained.
"Well what are we supposed to do?"
"Keep him captive."
"For the time being we could lock him in your basement."
"That's inhumane, Scully."
"He's a menace to society and we can't afford to keep him balanced on your table."
"Point taken. Krycek! You're being transferred. We have guns on you so don't move...." Even if mine isn't loaded.....Federico added to herself.
"Move." She ordered.
"I can't."
"Why?"
Krycek motioned to his hands.
"Oh. Yeah."
Federico uncuffed him from the light fixture.
"Move."
Krycek moved alright. Although he did feel as though his arms were coming off, but hey, that's better than what he's been through.
Soon enough, his arms were attached to to bookshelves in the basement.
"It'll have to do for now, Krycek." Federico muttered, cuffing him. "Sorry. It'll have to do. I'll see if I can find you better accommodations soon." She repeated.
"Like in a prison."
A meaningful look was shot at Mulder. "As I have no intention of keeping you prisoner." She continued. "We'll be back soon." She slapped Mulder on the wrist and headed up the stairs. A light was kept on for Krycek, and Federico had personally inspected for bugs.
It was a feat keeping your arms up in that position for a good 2 hours straight. Then Federico came down with Scully, uncuffed Krycek, and handed him a tray with a meal. Krcyek was a little wary, and made Federico taste everything first to make sure nothing was poisoned. He was allowed to walk around for a few minutes, was given the option of the treadmill, the knife he stole from the plate was taken back by Scully after another search for a hidden weapon, and he was again cuffed to the desks.
"How long shall I stay here? This is against the law, you know."
"Like what you do isn't? We're figuring out what to do now.," Federico marched back up with Scully.
"So? What do you wanna do with the rat, Ms.-Goody-two-shoes?"
"Well, Mulder......That's an excellent question. Don't s'pose we can email Skinner?"
"I s'pose that none would ever read his mail, even the corrupt one over his head?"
"Won't take that for granted, but what other option have we?"
"Great. Let's get the computer started up now."
Krycek fumbled. Sure they got my knife, but what they didn't realize was missing was the fork! The fork! Man's perfect escape route!1 Created solely for the wonderful purpose of freeing yourself from tight places, the only improvement required was better grip for your teeth. I mustn't drop it! Should I, I may never escape. A little to the left. Jab it to the right. I'm FREE!!!!! GOODBYE CAPTIVITY, TILL WE MEET AGAIN!!!!
"I s'pose I should really go check on Krycekl. Give his arms a break. Anyone wanna come? Mulder?"
"Sure."
"Leave you gun with Scully Mulder." Federico only half joked.
"Fine."
Down the stairs with the key,, Federico prepared to explain to Krycek the latest status. They emailed Skinner and were awaiting a proper response.
"Krycek? Wh-WHERE IS HE!? KRYCEK!!!! KRYCEK!"
Mulder picked up a little note left by the abandoned hand-cuffs and fork.
"C'e'la vie." He quoted. "Rat boy strikes back." A series of primitive grunts came from Mulder.
"He used a fork? He's got more skill than I thought!" Federico was absolutely amazed as she examined the open window.
Grunt. Grunt.
"I mean, yeah, he stole the knife. But A fork?"
Grunt. Grunt.
"Mulder? Would you stop that!? Please! That is most un-" She caught herself. She evidently couldn't say 'lady-like'. "-Gentlemanly."
Mulder gave a final grunt, then took a little walk around. Ratboy gone, no doubt back to Smoking Man, they were in deeper dog-doo than previously suspected.
Meanwhile, in a little town we like to call D.C., Assistant Director Skinner was filing a report. He needed to check on something, when the "You've Got Mail" reading caught his eye. With the shifty-unsure-glance that we all know so well, he he heaved a sigh and opened his email, forcing the file to wait until later.
Subject:----------------- Password necessary--------
Skinner hesitated, downloaded the file, and typed in his password.
File Done the ever-annoying automated voice chimed.
Sir- News. All's going okay. We've got info. but alien-cronies onto Federico. Long story. Posed as "helper" but they know her identity now. Krycek sent to kill her. We stopped him in time. Said people higher above your head corrupt. Indirectly supported aliens by sending me to debunk work. Have moved onto direct support. Explained you were always ordered to close Files. We have Krycek locked/handcuffed in basement. What do we do?
Send password-locked file response to us. Delete this file from hardrive the moment you finish. Must hurry. Immediately download supplemental file over the hard space used by this one.
-Scully.
Skinner's eyes widened. He deleted the file, and downloaded the other one as instructed.
"YOU'VE GOT MAIL!"
"Corn-blasted." Skinner muttered.
Subject:-------Password-------
Skinner rolled his eyes. An A.D.'s work is never done.
FILE DONE.
Darn the automated voice.
Sir- I'm sorry, but Krycek has escaped. Apparently, he stole the fork from the meal we served him without our knowledge- Woah. They didn't see that? Sheesh. Ideots. -and used it to uncuff himself from my bookshelves. He escaped from the window.
Will keep in touch. Take care.
-Federico.
Skinner didn't know how to reply to that one.
Subject: Response.
Federico, Scully, and Mulder-
Acknowledged. Good luck.
-A.D. Skinner
"A man of great words." Mulder commented to himself as he shut down the computer.
With all the confusion about her, Scully was still trying to make sense of the darn case that SHE had to come up with. Nothing made sense. None of there files. None of their evidence. Heck, did there evidence even count as evidence? She couldn't quite be sure. She was running on empty, and she was a having a completely blank moment. Actually, she'd been like that for the past 2 hours. Not at all like her. But she digressed. Encrypted files. That spelt nothing. And hey, is it me or does it make no sense that the Gunmen's code-thingy didn't already crack the code? I mean, 26 letters in the alphabet and all they have to do is program it into the thingy, make it combine them every way imaginable in a manner of minutes, and have it tell them when it discovered something in English. So what was the darn problem? A virus? That didn't make sense either. They're hackers. They knew everything about viruses. So what was it? Sheer laziness? Hm. So far, that WAS the most plausible theory, until Scully refilled her fuel and realized that computers were incapable of being lazy. Evil mutants had hacked into their computer screwed up the wires, and ran off to leave them, in their misery. Not bad. But then Scully turned her ignition on and realized that was completely unscientific. She sounded like Mulder. And just for that she slapped Mulder on the wrist without a word before or after.
Mulder blinked. Okay, that was strange. Scully just slapped him. And this time all that he was doing was staring at a really terrible article in the TV Guide. Speaking of terrible, terrible wasn't even the word for this article. I mean, this was just, horrific. There is no word in the English language to even describe it. I mean, yeah. What else was there to say? This was an article about Julia Robert's favorite home-cooked meals. Did he care? No. Did he care if anyone else cared? NO! Turning the page, his mind ran into other things. Ah, finally, a normal, REASONABLE article in the TV guide. About aliens. Flying over Alaska. Little green aliens. Wait. Bad article. They said green. They're not green. They're grey. He only said that about a hundred-thousand times. But why should anyone listen? What does he care if this puny magazine that doesn't even enclose proper descriptions of your shows uses incorrect information. He didn't care if they lied. He for one NEVER lied. He unwillingly engaged in a campaign of misinformation.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Federico sat with Gwendy purring on her lap. She counted Gwen's cat hairs best she could. Although, she usually lost count around number 684. Then she had to start over because she realized she'd counted a few hairs twice. And she wasn't quite sure how many hairs she counted twice. Nor was she sure whether it was time to start counting moving left, or if she'd already counted the left side of her shoulder blade. And is it necessary to count the hairs on her ears? She hoped not. Ah, well, 1,2,3,4,5,6................
Scully looked up from her files. Subconsciously, she imitated Skinner's shifty glance. Was she the only one concentrating on the case here? Looking around, she decided, yes.