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Quantico Hangers 5:00 A.M.
"You were contacted last night online."
"That's right. He was a terrorist wasn't he?"
"He knows where you are. His connections put you, your partner, Mulder And Scully in a degreee of danger."
"Are you telling me to drop it, too?"
"No. Rather, you must stop them."
"I have no means of finding out who they are."
"If this pattern continues, they'll contact you again tonight. Be ready to track them."
"But if----"
"Tell no one you've met me. Do I have your word?"
"Of course."
Mr. X brushed passed her again.
Scully approached Federico early that afternoon.
"So? Anything?"
"Mr. X wants me to track the terrorists email tonight. Apparently, they're going to contact me again."
Scully glanced around.
"Not much of a talker, that guy, is he?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Mr. X, the contact."
Scully laughed.
"A regular riot, that Mr. X."
10:00 P.M.
"Keep him talking, Federico." Langly called across the room.
It was late, and Federico, Garaguso, Mulder and Scully were at the Lone Gunmen's.
Acrobaleno:What is this substance you threaten?
Loi:It will take over man.
Acrobaleno:Why are you doing this?
Loi:There is a cause of which you could never understand. It must be carried out, it is for all our good.
Acrobaleno:How will it benefit us?
Loi:You would not understand.
Acrobaleno:Try me.
"How's it going?" Garaguso hovered overt Langly's shoulder.
"This guy is good in scrambling his signal. I'm having trouble locking on to it."
Loi: You would not understand.
Acrobaleno:Maybe I would.
"Guys, this guy isn't cooperating. I don't know if I can keep this guy on much longer."
"You're gonna have to, Federico."
Loi:It will dominate us. This substance is superior.
Acrobaleno:A substance being superior? What is it? An animal? A parasite?
Loi:I've released too much information to a non-believer. GET OFF THIS CASE.
"He's going fast, Langly!" Mulder called inbetween sunflower seed crunched.
"I'm working! I'm working!"
Acrobaleno:Please! I want to believe!
"Oh, that was original."
"Shut-up, Frohike."
Acrobaleno:Loi? Loi?
"He's not responding." Scully called.
"Langly, what's taking you so long?"
"Byers, this stuff doesn't just hit you in the face."
"I'd like to hit you in the face." Mulder threw a sunflower seed at him.
Acrobaleno:Loi? You can trust me.
Loi is no longer currently signed on.
"DARN IT!" Langly hit the computer.
"Did we get anything?" Federico spun in her chair.
"Not much. I have part of his signal. I might be able to retrieve the rest. Maybe."
"And that will give you this guy's location?" Scully asked.
"We hope," Byers responded, "Though there's no gaurantee, as these guys usually use different signals each time."
"When will you have the results?" Garaguso frowned.
"Tomorrow night. Hopefully." Frohike frowned.
At 12 that night an X was taped to Federico's window, and a light shown on it. She waited for a few hours, then eventually fell asleep on her sofa.
She awoke with a terrible start at 5:00 that morning.
"Hi."
Mr. X brushed past her again.
"You shouldn't contact me so often. It puts us all in danger."
"We may have a lock on their signal. If we can piece the rest of it together, we may be able to track them."
He remained silent.
"Who are they?"
"You wouldn't expect them to work so closely with ag-------"
Someone outside stumbled, causing a racket, and putting Mr. X on his gaurd.
"They are highly dangerous. You won't be able to take them out."
"Then why am I on this case?"
A crash was heard in the hallway again, and Mr. X made for the door. He was stopped by Federico.
"Ay!" She put her hand on his shoulder, her New York accent sounding strange in the quiet. "I've had just about enough of your cryptic-message garbage! I think I've put up with it darn well. I'm not Mulder, I'm not Scully, and I don't have the patience of a saint. And I want answers. Not questions. Answers."
"You think that this game is all cut and dry. It isn't. You expect what you would normally get. Your not dealing with average terrorists. Your not. Your not dealing with terrorists."
"How do you define domestic terrorism?"
"Using tactics of this world." He walked out, leaving Federico to mull in her own annoyance. Her anger soon turned to understanding, and she sped over to the headquarters.
"Lone Gunmen Office. Please leave a message."
Federico rolled her eyes and adjusted her cell phone as she drove.
"Hey. It's Federico, Pick up, now."
"Federico? It's Byers?"
"Hey, Merry Christmas. What'd you find?"
"We didn't expect to hear from you yet."
"What'd you find?"
"Alaska. The message came from Whitehorse, Alaska."
"Thanks. Listen, I have to stop at my office. I need you to book a flight to Whitehorse for me."
"You know what this is?"
"I have a hunch. Give me a call when the reservations are made."
The traffic that seemed to stretch on forever. The lights never changed.
"AY!!!! WATCH IT YOU MORON!"
Ah, yes. You could take the girl outta New York, but you couldn't take the New York outta the girl.
She was tempted to surpass the speeding limits, but she withheld. As soon as the light turned green she flew. The blue sky over head streaked passed her. She was acting on impulse, something she didn't like to do, but if Mr. X was right, she needed to uproot these guys fast.
She drove into the parking lot----what she learned to be a very dangerous place, indeed!----and jumped out like there was no tomorrow.
She waited as patiently as her impulses could allow on line to check in. She tore down the hallways as soon as she was passed security, didn't wait for the elevator, and flew up the stairs to her office.
"Come on. Come on." She booted up the computer. It was fast, but not fast enough for her liking that day.
FILE DONE!
She closed up the application and reviewed her field notes. Whitehorse, Alaska.....There was a field office in Whitehorse, Alaska....
She paused, reviewing the notes at her computer. Her mind raced until she made a connection.
It was only 6:00. Garaguso wouldn't be in for sometime yet. She had to leave now. Her cell phone rang, and she answered it while scribbling a hasty note to Garaguso.
"Federico."
"Hi. This is Frohike."
"Hey ya'." Garaguso-
"We've got your flight booked."
"Terriffic." I think I know what's going on. It's the feild office. "What flight is it?"
"It leaves at 8:00 sharp. Flight number 2244."
"Atleast that's easy to reemember." There's an E.B.E. controlling them. Loi is an anogram.
"Yeah. Federico, what are you planning on anyway?"
"I have a hunch as to what this biological terror is. And believe me, its biological." I'm going to Whitehorse, Alaska. My travel agents are Langly, Byers And Frohike. Call them. They should be able to hook you up quick.
"Oh, that's helpfull."
"Sorry, you know, I'm not really sure if anyone's tappin' into this. The FBI hides stuff, too, you know." Come up when you can. Garaguso, please be carefull. Our contact has warned me that this isn't something we may come out alive of very easily.
"Understood, of course. Do you need anything else?"
"Yeah. A tylenol." Take care. -Federico.
"Anything I can actually get to you?"
"No, thanks, Frohike. You've guys have been a reall help. I'll call you. If you see Garaguso, tell him."
She pulled off the note and thought about leaving it on his desk, but then she remembered the whole breaking into her office business. She decided to leave it with Skinner, he'd probably be the first person to see Garaguso.
"Of course, Agent. I'll give it to him. Where are you going?"
"I can't say, sir. I'm sorry, I must go now."
"Agent----"
"Sorrry, Sir!!!!" She called, running out the door.
She ran down the steps two at a time and nearly killeds Mulder and Scully who were just entering the building.
"Woah, there! Where are you going?" Mulder looked bewildred, something you didn't see very often.
"I think I know what's going on. Black oil!" She called spinning around them, and dashing down the stairs.
"Woah! WHAT!?"
"Can't talk now, Mulder! I gotta flight to catch to Alaska!"
Quantico Hangers 5:00 A.M.
"You were contacted last night online."
"That's right. He was a terrorist wasn't he?"
"He knows where you are. His connections put you, your partner, Mulder And Scully in a degreee of danger."
"Are you telling me to drop it, too?"
"No. Rather, you must stop them."
"I have no means of finding out who they are."
"If this pattern continues, they'll contact you again tonight. Be ready to track them."
"But if----"
"Tell no one you've met me. Do I have your word?"
"Of course."
Mr. X brushed passed her again.
Scully approached Federico early that afternoon.
"So? Anything?"
"Mr. X wants me to track the terrorists email tonight. Apparently, they're going to contact me again."
Scully glanced around.
"Not much of a talker, that guy, is he?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Mr. X, the contact."
Scully laughed.
"A regular riot, that Mr. X."
10:00 P.M.
"Keep him talking, Federico." Langly called across the room.
It was late, and Federico, Garaguso, Mulder and Scully were at the Lone Gunmen's.
Acrobaleno:What is this substance you threaten?
Loi:It will take over man.
Acrobaleno:Why are you doing this?
Loi:There is a cause of which you could never understand. It must be carried out, it is for all our good.
Acrobaleno:How will it benefit us?
Loi:You would not understand.
Acrobaleno:Try me.
"How's it going?" Garaguso hovered overt Langly's shoulder.
"This guy is good in scrambling his signal. I'm having trouble locking on to it."
Loi: You would not understand.
Acrobaleno:Maybe I would.
"Guys, this guy isn't cooperating. I don't know if I can keep this guy on much longer."
"You're gonna have to, Federico."
Loi:It will dominate us. This substance is superior.
Acrobaleno:A substance being superior? What is it? An animal? A parasite?
Loi:I've released too much information to a non-believer. GET OFF THIS CASE.
"He's going fast, Langly!" Mulder called inbetween sunflower seed crunched.
"I'm working! I'm working!"
Acrobaleno:Please! I want to believe!
"Oh, that was original."
"Shut-up, Frohike."
Acrobaleno:Loi? Loi?
"He's not responding." Scully called.
"Langly, what's taking you so long?"
"Byers, this stuff doesn't just hit you in the face."
"I'd like to hit you in the face." Mulder threw a sunflower seed at him.
Acrobaleno:Loi? You can trust me.
Loi is no longer currently signed on.
"DARN IT!" Langly hit the computer.
"Did we get anything?" Federico spun in her chair.
"Not much. I have part of his signal. I might be able to retrieve the rest. Maybe."
"And that will give you this guy's location?" Scully asked.
"We hope," Byers responded, "Though there's no gaurantee, as these guys usually use different signals each time."
"When will you have the results?" Garaguso frowned.
"Tomorrow night. Hopefully." Frohike frowned.
At 12 that night an X was taped to Federico's window, and a light shown on it. She waited for a few hours, then eventually fell asleep on her sofa.
She awoke with a terrible start at 5:00 that morning.
"Hi."
Mr. X brushed past her again.
"You shouldn't contact me so often. It puts us all in danger."
"We may have a lock on their signal. If we can piece the rest of it together, we may be able to track them."
He remained silent.
"Who are they?"
"You wouldn't expect them to work so closely with ag-------"
Someone outside stumbled, causing a racket, and putting Mr. X on his gaurd.
"They are highly dangerous. You won't be able to take them out."
"Then why am I on this case?"
A crash was heard in the hallway again, and Mr. X made for the door. He was stopped by Federico.
"Ay!" She put her hand on his shoulder, her New York accent sounding strange in the quiet. "I've had just about enough of your cryptic-message garbage! I think I've put up with it darn well. I'm not Mulder, I'm not Scully, and I don't have the patience of a saint. And I want answers. Not questions. Answers."
"You think that this game is all cut and dry. It isn't. You expect what you would normally get. Your not dealing with average terrorists. Your not. Your not dealing with terrorists."
"How do you define domestic terrorism?"
"Using tactics of this world." He walked out, leaving Federico to mull in her own annoyance. Her anger soon turned to understanding, and she sped over to the headquarters.
"Lone Gunmen Office. Please leave a message."
Federico rolled her eyes and adjusted her cell phone as she drove.
"Hey. It's Federico, Pick up, now."
"Federico? It's Byers?"
"Hey, Merry Christmas. What'd you find?"
"We didn't expect to hear from you yet."
"What'd you find?"
"Alaska. The message came from Whitehorse, Alaska."
"Thanks. Listen, I have to stop at my office. I need you to book a flight to Whitehorse for me."
"You know what this is?"
"I have a hunch. Give me a call when the reservations are made."
The traffic that seemed to stretch on forever. The lights never changed.
"AY!!!! WATCH IT YOU MORON!"
Ah, yes. You could take the girl outta New York, but you couldn't take the New York outta the girl.
She was tempted to surpass the speeding limits, but she withheld. As soon as the light turned green she flew. The blue sky over head streaked passed her. She was acting on impulse, something she didn't like to do, but if Mr. X was right, she needed to uproot these guys fast.
She drove into the parking lot----what she learned to be a very dangerous place, indeed!----and jumped out like there was no tomorrow.
She waited as patiently as her impulses could allow on line to check in. She tore down the hallways as soon as she was passed security, didn't wait for the elevator, and flew up the stairs to her office.
"Come on. Come on." She booted up the computer. It was fast, but not fast enough for her liking that day.
FILE DONE!
She closed up the application and reviewed her field notes. Whitehorse, Alaska.....There was a field office in Whitehorse, Alaska....
She paused, reviewing the notes at her computer. Her mind raced until she made a connection.
It was only 6:00. Garaguso wouldn't be in for sometime yet. She had to leave now. Her cell phone rang, and she answered it while scribbling a hasty note to Garaguso.
"Federico."
"Hi. This is Frohike."
"Hey ya'." Garaguso-
"We've got your flight booked."
"Terriffic." I think I know what's going on. It's the feild office. "What flight is it?"
"It leaves at 8:00 sharp. Flight number 2244."
"Atleast that's easy to reemember." There's an E.B.E. controlling them. Loi is an anogram.
"Yeah. Federico, what are you planning on anyway?"
"I have a hunch as to what this biological terror is. And believe me, its biological." I'm going to Whitehorse, Alaska. My travel agents are Langly, Byers And Frohike. Call them. They should be able to hook you up quick.
"Oh, that's helpfull."
"Sorry, you know, I'm not really sure if anyone's tappin' into this. The FBI hides stuff, too, you know." Come up when you can. Garaguso, please be carefull. Our contact has warned me that this isn't something we may come out alive of very easily.
"Understood, of course. Do you need anything else?"
"Yeah. A tylenol." Take care. -Federico.
"Anything I can actually get to you?"
"No, thanks, Frohike. You've guys have been a reall help. I'll call you. If you see Garaguso, tell him."
She pulled off the note and thought about leaving it on his desk, but then she remembered the whole breaking into her office business. She decided to leave it with Skinner, he'd probably be the first person to see Garaguso.
"Of course, Agent. I'll give it to him. Where are you going?"
"I can't say, sir. I'm sorry, I must go now."
"Agent----"
"Sorrry, Sir!!!!" She called, running out the door.
She ran down the steps two at a time and nearly killeds Mulder and Scully who were just entering the building.
"Woah, there! Where are you going?" Mulder looked bewildred, something you didn't see very often.
"I think I know what's going on. Black oil!" She called spinning around them, and dashing down the stairs.
"Woah! WHAT!?"
"Can't talk now, Mulder! I gotta flight to catch to Alaska!"