CHAPTER 4
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Mulder entered the apartment room first, with Scully following him close behind. He looked around the living area closely while Scully headed to a wooden desk by the window.
Mulder looked through shirt and pants pockets for anything that Skinner might have left there, but so far he had no luck.
Scully began picking through the papers that were randomly scattered across the top of the desk. Long distance phone bill..junk mail..ah, what was this. 'Warehouse on 6th Street' was all that the small piece of paper read.
"Mulder-" she said, calling him over to the desk.
He walked over to her retrieving the piece of paper from her hand.
"This isn't Skinner's handwritting," he said as he handed her the piece of paper back.
"Well then who's is it?" she asked while bagging the snippett of paper.
"That's what *they're* gonna find out for us," he replied as he walked out of the apartment.
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1 hour later at The Lone Gunmen's
The Lone Gunmen were happy to see their two good friends again, although it was under such upsetting circumstances.
Mulder explained their dilema, and they showed their sympathy all the same. Scully handed the piece of paper to Byers, who then placed it in the scanner.
Langly searched through the computer files for any signiture matches from the Identification tags. The computer was routing through various ID's when it suddenly came to a stop.
'Search is complete' said a browser window that popped up.
"From what we can tell, it looks like we've got your guy," Byers said as he handed Scully the results.
"The resemblence in the handwritting is unquestionable," she said in amazement. "And the suspect, isn't much of a surprise either," she grumbled as she raised an eyebrow to Mulder.
After overlooking it breifly, she handed the results to Mulder. He looked at it in anger, but like Scully, wasn't surprised.
"We're going to find him," Mulder stated simply as he threw the piece of paper down onto the computer desk.
And Scully knew that he was all too serious.
*two days later*
After a long day at work, and no luck on the investigation, Scully finally returned to her apartment. She placed her weapon and badge on the end table by the sofa. She noticed that she had one message on her machine.
"Who could that be," she thought aloud.
She listened to the message, It was Kersh saying that Skinner's funeral was going to be held on Friday. That was tomarrow. She didn't bother to call Mulder; she figured he had recieved a message as well. She went into the bedroom and was asleep in no time at all.
I'm walking through what seems to be an abandoned alley. I can hear the sound of the raindrops hitting the ground. But I'm not alone. I can see a figure standing next to me but I can't make out who it is. Everything is blurry...and is moving slowly. I hear something behind me; almost like a muffled talking. I look over my shoulder and there is a man standing with his knees, talking to me. Everything that comes out of his mouth is muffled..but I can see the man clearly. He is Skinner. He motions for me to stay where I am, and I do as he commands. Then from the corner of my eye, I can see the the figure of the person who I saw earlier coming towards Skinner. The person is still blurry as before. He raises his arm out in front of him, but before I can stop him, he fires his gun. I try hard to see who this man was...but he remains a blur in my memory.
Scully jerked up from her sleep. She was breathing heavily and was drenched in sweat.
She thought she was dreaming, but it all felt so real. She couldn't tell the difference, whether it was just a dream or if it was her memory coming back to her.
She told herself that she had to remain calm, and that she was overreacting. The clock showed that it was 6:10; her alarm wouldn't go off for another 20 minutes. She had no use in trying to fall back to sleep, so she just got out of bed and started her morning alittle earlier than usual.
She walked into the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on. Thats when she remembered that it was Friday- today was Skinner's funeral.
She prepared some more appropriate clothes for the ocassion.
This was not going to be a good day.
...
TBC
please R&R!
~*Jess*~
...
Mulder entered the apartment room first, with Scully following him close behind. He looked around the living area closely while Scully headed to a wooden desk by the window.
Mulder looked through shirt and pants pockets for anything that Skinner might have left there, but so far he had no luck.
Scully began picking through the papers that were randomly scattered across the top of the desk. Long distance phone bill..junk mail..ah, what was this. 'Warehouse on 6th Street' was all that the small piece of paper read.
"Mulder-" she said, calling him over to the desk.
He walked over to her retrieving the piece of paper from her hand.
"This isn't Skinner's handwritting," he said as he handed her the piece of paper back.
"Well then who's is it?" she asked while bagging the snippett of paper.
"That's what *they're* gonna find out for us," he replied as he walked out of the apartment.
...
1 hour later at The Lone Gunmen's
The Lone Gunmen were happy to see their two good friends again, although it was under such upsetting circumstances.
Mulder explained their dilema, and they showed their sympathy all the same. Scully handed the piece of paper to Byers, who then placed it in the scanner.
Langly searched through the computer files for any signiture matches from the Identification tags. The computer was routing through various ID's when it suddenly came to a stop.
'Search is complete' said a browser window that popped up.
"From what we can tell, it looks like we've got your guy," Byers said as he handed Scully the results.
"The resemblence in the handwritting is unquestionable," she said in amazement. "And the suspect, isn't much of a surprise either," she grumbled as she raised an eyebrow to Mulder.
After overlooking it breifly, she handed the results to Mulder. He looked at it in anger, but like Scully, wasn't surprised.
"We're going to find him," Mulder stated simply as he threw the piece of paper down onto the computer desk.
And Scully knew that he was all too serious.
*two days later*
After a long day at work, and no luck on the investigation, Scully finally returned to her apartment. She placed her weapon and badge on the end table by the sofa. She noticed that she had one message on her machine.
"Who could that be," she thought aloud.
She listened to the message, It was Kersh saying that Skinner's funeral was going to be held on Friday. That was tomarrow. She didn't bother to call Mulder; she figured he had recieved a message as well. She went into the bedroom and was asleep in no time at all.
I'm walking through what seems to be an abandoned alley. I can hear the sound of the raindrops hitting the ground. But I'm not alone. I can see a figure standing next to me but I can't make out who it is. Everything is blurry...and is moving slowly. I hear something behind me; almost like a muffled talking. I look over my shoulder and there is a man standing with his knees, talking to me. Everything that comes out of his mouth is muffled..but I can see the man clearly. He is Skinner. He motions for me to stay where I am, and I do as he commands. Then from the corner of my eye, I can see the the figure of the person who I saw earlier coming towards Skinner. The person is still blurry as before. He raises his arm out in front of him, but before I can stop him, he fires his gun. I try hard to see who this man was...but he remains a blur in my memory.
Scully jerked up from her sleep. She was breathing heavily and was drenched in sweat.
She thought she was dreaming, but it all felt so real. She couldn't tell the difference, whether it was just a dream or if it was her memory coming back to her.
She told herself that she had to remain calm, and that she was overreacting. The clock showed that it was 6:10; her alarm wouldn't go off for another 20 minutes. She had no use in trying to fall back to sleep, so she just got out of bed and started her morning alittle earlier than usual.
She walked into the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on. Thats when she remembered that it was Friday- today was Skinner's funeral.
She prepared some more appropriate clothes for the ocassion.
This was not going to be a good day.
...
TBC
please R&R!
~*Jess*~