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Scully sat down at the desk, looking through several files. Loyd Barry. A somewhat unusual name, but she wasn't concerned about finding him. Sometime later, though, she changed her tune.
"Scully," She answered her ringing cell phone after some degree of difficulty finding it.
"Scully? It's me."
"Hey, Mulder. You find the lady okay?"
"Yeah. We've got her protected, she's a Mrs. Fortunata. Maybe you could pull something up on her? You know, help find a motive?"
"Mulder, she's not dead."
"But A.D. Skinner had a vision of her dead."
"Proving what?"
"You once told me that if you look at the statistics you'll find a rational pattern. Everyone who had these premonitions later found out the murder had taken place."
"It's not easily categorized, or easily referenced, Mulder," She smiled.
"Just take a look for a motive?"
"I'll give it a shot. But I still know nothing about Loyd Barry."
"What do you mean?"
"Our computer crashed."
"Oh, that's great. Well, looks like we may be lookin' him up manually. There should be a copy of the most recent yellow pages under the desk. I originally had it on the shelf, but it broke it."
"Let's hope Mr. Barry is listed."
2:50 P.M. Loyd Barry's Residence.
"Mr. Barry?" Mulder called again. They'd knocked on his door repetitively, to no avail.
"Maybe he's in Italy again," Scully sighed, showing Mulder a postcard left at Barry's door. It was addressed from Barry to Barry.
"You know that's a federal offense, Scully." Mulder told her blandly, kicking open the front door.
"So is that, Mulder."
Guns raised, they made a quick sweep of the house. Once it was established that absolutely no one was home to see them, they began to look through his things.
"This is somewhat unethical, Mulder." Scully called to Mulder (Bedroom) from the living room. In the bedroom, Mulder mouthed Scully's words along with her. He'd heard that many times before.
"Find anything?" She asked, coming into the bedroom.
"Maybe....." He sat down on the bed. In his hands was a folder containing several newspaper clippings regarding the murders that people had reportedly seen him committing before they happened. "Looking guilty?"
"No. He just has a strange fascination with seeing his name in newspaper articles involving murders."
"Look. He's in Italy each time, why is that?"
"Maybe because he's an Italian citizen?" Scully said, looking at a desk behind Mulder.
"Barry doesn't sound like an Italian name. What makes you say that, Scully?"
"Because I just found his application for a new green card."
Mulder turned around and took the paper, glancing it over quickly.
"I don't think that's the case." He handed back the application.
"Then what is the case, Mulder?" Scully asked perturbed.
"I'm not sure," he said quietly, shaking his head. "See if you can determine when he's coming back."
"Two days." She answered immediately.
"Sheesh. For someone who knows nothing about the man, you certainly have a lot of information."
"Well, I've learned several things over the years. Like folders marked, 'Italy trip' often give clues to someone's travel plans." She said waving a folder.
"Well, it gives us sometime then." He said smiling, and taking Barry's laptop.
"What are you doing, Mulder?" Scully was beginning to sound concerned. She'd had her fill of illegal operations for one day.
"I think we know someone who may be able to get us some information about the man."
Scully sat down at the desk, looking through several files. Loyd Barry. A somewhat unusual name, but she wasn't concerned about finding him. Sometime later, though, she changed her tune.
"Scully," She answered her ringing cell phone after some degree of difficulty finding it.
"Scully? It's me."
"Hey, Mulder. You find the lady okay?"
"Yeah. We've got her protected, she's a Mrs. Fortunata. Maybe you could pull something up on her? You know, help find a motive?"
"Mulder, she's not dead."
"But A.D. Skinner had a vision of her dead."
"Proving what?"
"You once told me that if you look at the statistics you'll find a rational pattern. Everyone who had these premonitions later found out the murder had taken place."
"It's not easily categorized, or easily referenced, Mulder," She smiled.
"Just take a look for a motive?"
"I'll give it a shot. But I still know nothing about Loyd Barry."
"What do you mean?"
"Our computer crashed."
"Oh, that's great. Well, looks like we may be lookin' him up manually. There should be a copy of the most recent yellow pages under the desk. I originally had it on the shelf, but it broke it."
"Let's hope Mr. Barry is listed."
2:50 P.M. Loyd Barry's Residence.
"Mr. Barry?" Mulder called again. They'd knocked on his door repetitively, to no avail.
"Maybe he's in Italy again," Scully sighed, showing Mulder a postcard left at Barry's door. It was addressed from Barry to Barry.
"You know that's a federal offense, Scully." Mulder told her blandly, kicking open the front door.
"So is that, Mulder."
Guns raised, they made a quick sweep of the house. Once it was established that absolutely no one was home to see them, they began to look through his things.
"This is somewhat unethical, Mulder." Scully called to Mulder (Bedroom) from the living room. In the bedroom, Mulder mouthed Scully's words along with her. He'd heard that many times before.
"Find anything?" She asked, coming into the bedroom.
"Maybe....." He sat down on the bed. In his hands was a folder containing several newspaper clippings regarding the murders that people had reportedly seen him committing before they happened. "Looking guilty?"
"No. He just has a strange fascination with seeing his name in newspaper articles involving murders."
"Look. He's in Italy each time, why is that?"
"Maybe because he's an Italian citizen?" Scully said, looking at a desk behind Mulder.
"Barry doesn't sound like an Italian name. What makes you say that, Scully?"
"Because I just found his application for a new green card."
Mulder turned around and took the paper, glancing it over quickly.
"I don't think that's the case." He handed back the application.
"Then what is the case, Mulder?" Scully asked perturbed.
"I'm not sure," he said quietly, shaking his head. "See if you can determine when he's coming back."
"Two days." She answered immediately.
"Sheesh. For someone who knows nothing about the man, you certainly have a lot of information."
"Well, I've learned several things over the years. Like folders marked, 'Italy trip' often give clues to someone's travel plans." She said waving a folder.
"Well, it gives us sometime then." He said smiling, and taking Barry's laptop.
"What are you doing, Mulder?" Scully was beginning to sound concerned. She'd had her fill of illegal operations for one day.
"I think we know someone who may be able to get us some information about the man."