Chapter 3: Arrival in Arlen
I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Don't!" I moaned.
"Wake up, Scully," Mulder instructed.
"No. I don't want to go to school today, daddy," I grumbled.
"We're in Texas, Scully! C'mon!" Mulder persuaded.
I opened my tired eyes slowly. "Mmm!"
"You've been sleeping for the past six hours!"
"Uh huh."
"We've got to go check out the ghost towns!" Mulder exclaimed.
"No way. We've got a case to investigate, to the police station we go," I drilled.
"Cross the street, onto the bus, to the police station we go!" Mulder chimed to the tune of 'To Grandmother's House We Go'.
"Uh huh," I said, uncertainly, and we walked over to the bus stop. There were three others standing at the stop. There was a fat old man wearing a cowboy hat (yes, he was wearing more than just the hat!), a kid wearing overalls and had a piece of grass hanging out of his mouth. The third was a fat woman that had blond braids like a Viking, she wearing a red and white apron and a muumuu. I must admit; I had to snicker at these people.
"What!" Mulder cried.
I continued to snicker.
"Scully, if your not going to be mature, then I'm going to leave you at the hotel."
"Sorry," I managed to burst out between giggles.
Mulder rolled his eyes, but I knew that he wanted to laugh too. Soon, the bus arrived and we hopped on, asking the Texan bus driver for directions to the nearest hotel.
"Y'all is FBI, ain't ya?" the driver supposed in his rusty accent.
"Uh, yes," I told him.
"Y'all is investigatin' Carrie Porter's case, I reckon?" the man reckoned.
"I guess so," I replied, still not quite sure what he had said because of his strange accent.
"We need to find the nearest hotel, sir," Mulder said.
"Ah. Y'all should go down t' the Savior Motel, they say it's the best in the west."
"Ok," Mulder uttered, "We'll check it out."
The two of us went to the back of the bus where some Texan teens were smoking dope and listening to cranked up stereo. Mulder yelled over the music, "Hey!"
"What up?" the tallest boy asked.
"You got some extra weed I could buy off you?"
"Y'all can have this shit, I bought it off one a the finest dealers in out here in Arlen."
"Mulder!" I cried.
"Scully, its ONLY weed! Jesus!" Mulder exclaimed. He took the marijuana from the teen and paid him fifty dollars. I kept staring at my partner all the way to the hotel, feeling quite amazed that he was on pot. I had no idea he smoked the stuff.
Once inside the hotel, my cell phone rang loudly. "Goddammit!" I exclaimed, grasping the phone from my bag's front pocket. "Scully."
"Agent Scully, we've got him down at the police station, you and agent Mulder need to get here immediately," a male voice said.
"We're on it," I retorted, and hung up.
"They're at the station, lets get going."
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I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Don't!" I moaned.
"Wake up, Scully," Mulder instructed.
"No. I don't want to go to school today, daddy," I grumbled.
"We're in Texas, Scully! C'mon!" Mulder persuaded.
I opened my tired eyes slowly. "Mmm!"
"You've been sleeping for the past six hours!"
"Uh huh."
"We've got to go check out the ghost towns!" Mulder exclaimed.
"No way. We've got a case to investigate, to the police station we go," I drilled.
"Cross the street, onto the bus, to the police station we go!" Mulder chimed to the tune of 'To Grandmother's House We Go'.
"Uh huh," I said, uncertainly, and we walked over to the bus stop. There were three others standing at the stop. There was a fat old man wearing a cowboy hat (yes, he was wearing more than just the hat!), a kid wearing overalls and had a piece of grass hanging out of his mouth. The third was a fat woman that had blond braids like a Viking, she wearing a red and white apron and a muumuu. I must admit; I had to snicker at these people.
"What!" Mulder cried.
I continued to snicker.
"Scully, if your not going to be mature, then I'm going to leave you at the hotel."
"Sorry," I managed to burst out between giggles.
Mulder rolled his eyes, but I knew that he wanted to laugh too. Soon, the bus arrived and we hopped on, asking the Texan bus driver for directions to the nearest hotel.
"Y'all is FBI, ain't ya?" the driver supposed in his rusty accent.
"Uh, yes," I told him.
"Y'all is investigatin' Carrie Porter's case, I reckon?" the man reckoned.
"I guess so," I replied, still not quite sure what he had said because of his strange accent.
"We need to find the nearest hotel, sir," Mulder said.
"Ah. Y'all should go down t' the Savior Motel, they say it's the best in the west."
"Ok," Mulder uttered, "We'll check it out."
The two of us went to the back of the bus where some Texan teens were smoking dope and listening to cranked up stereo. Mulder yelled over the music, "Hey!"
"What up?" the tallest boy asked.
"You got some extra weed I could buy off you?"
"Y'all can have this shit, I bought it off one a the finest dealers in out here in Arlen."
"Mulder!" I cried.
"Scully, its ONLY weed! Jesus!" Mulder exclaimed. He took the marijuana from the teen and paid him fifty dollars. I kept staring at my partner all the way to the hotel, feeling quite amazed that he was on pot. I had no idea he smoked the stuff.
Once inside the hotel, my cell phone rang loudly. "Goddammit!" I exclaimed, grasping the phone from my bag's front pocket. "Scully."
"Agent Scully, we've got him down at the police station, you and agent Mulder need to get here immediately," a male voice said.
"We're on it," I retorted, and hung up.
"They're at the station, lets get going."
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