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"We're in!" Langly announced.
"Yay," Mulder clapped sarcastically. "Let's check out his email first."
"Mulder!" Scully scolded.
"Go ahead, Langly." He whispered quietly.
Langly frowned, and concentrated on the commands he was typing. Nothing worked.
"Let me try, Langly."
"Right, you're gonna hack into this thing before I can, Byers."
"Maybe. C'mon, Langly. I have an idea. I can hack into it just as well as you....nearly...."
Langly snidely pushed away from the laptop and let Byers take control. Byers hesitated, then pressed several keys. Immediatly the password clicked, and they were signed on.
"How----How did you do that!?" Langly couldn't accept this. He could surrender if maybe Mulder had defeated him, but being defeated by Byers??
"Ah. A little trick of mine, I'm sure its nothing you don't know already." He replied smugly.
"Email!" Mulder shouted, somewhat impatient.
"Right, right, email...." Langly huffed, searching through the Welcome screen.
"How do we distinguish junk from people he knows?" Scully asked, dissapprovingly.
"Easy. With AOL 8.0 you can click this option to read mail ONLY from people you know!" Langly smiled.
"You sound like one of those stupid commercials," Mulder mumbled.
"So easy to use, no wonder its number one!"
Mulder slapped him, "SNAP OUT OF IT!"
They read through the files, frowning at reports on the weather and how many times you say, "the" in one day. Finally, something of some use came up.
Subject: Newspaper From:CoffeeFanatic2112 To:
Heluhelu 'uhane
Loyd. I'm gettin' worried. I saw your name in the paper again. What's up? Is everything okay? Are you using your.....?
Subject: Re:Newspaper From:Heluhelu 'Uhane To:CoffeeFanatic2112
Jeffery. Don't worry. I wasn't even there at the time. There just looking for someone to blame.
"Oh, that was fruitfull!" Scully exclaimed.
"Disregarding your sarcasm, it may be....What if this guy uses........." He turned around. "What if this guy has psychic powers, okay?....Scullly. Scully, c'mon, listen to me......What if this guy has psychic powers? And he can.......kill his victims like this without lifting a finger, thus leaving no evidence."
"Doesn't make sense. These premonitions. Not to mention, he was in Italy, Mulder. Even Gibson Praise couldn't hear thoughts that far off."
"I don't know....I think,....I think you're wrong....." June 4, 2003 FBI Headquarters 9:40 A.M.
"It makes no sense. The....Look, Even Skinner must realize this case is useless," Federico complained. She and Garaguso were walking back to the J. Edgar Hoover building from the little cafe' down the block. They stopped there on the way to work, so Garaguso could get a bagel. He hadn't had a change to get anything to eat that morning.
"The job that ate your brain?" Garaguso asked, biting into his bagel, and quoting Federico's favorite Ramone's song.
"In, short, you could say that."
"Well, maybe if you had more brain cells it'd make sense. Wait, what am I talking about? You can't have more....if you have none to begin with."
Federico slapped him as they waited for the light to change, and laughed. She looked up.
"GARAGUSO!" She screeched, pushing him aside, and removing her gun from its slot. "I'M A FEDERAL AGENT! PUT DOWN THE WEAPON! PUT IT DOWN!........I WILL USE FORCE, SIR!"
The man, his peircing blue eyes staring straight ahead at Garaguso, aiming thought there was a gun facing him too, didn't acknoledge he'd heard anything. A shot rang oout, tterified to look around, she looked behind her.
"Oh, my gosh...." She felt his pulse. Nothing. "Garaguso....." She straigtened up, shaking still. Why didn't anyone else see this?
"PUT DOWN THE GUN SIR! PUT DOWN THE GUN!"
Suddenly, she felt someone behind her put a hand on her shoulder. She spun around, her gun still aimed.
"Hey. You okay?"
"Garaguso!" She looked around. Wild stares were flashing. The man was still there.
"Where'd he put his gun?"
Garaguso responded with a silent, questioning look.
"He had a gun. He-He shot you." She said more forcefully now, though she was still shaking.
"Sorry, sir. My----I'm....I'm really sorry. I thought----I-I'm sorry." She didn't know what to say. So instead, she marched forward, trying to ignore the looks, trying to make sene of that.
"We'll be right with you, Federico," Scully called. Federico had gone to the X-Files office to collect Mulder and Scully to vencher off to eat that noon. "Are you okay?" She added promptly.
"Yeah, all things considered. I mean, other than having a heart-attack this morning, yea, I'm fine."
"What happeneD?"
Federico leaned against the wall unit. "You're not gonna believe this. It's a fantasitc story....Garaguso and I stopped to get a bagle this morning. We were comming back....here.....and this man.....he.....shot Garaguso. I checked, and he was dead. I told him to put down his weapon, and that garabage, and then a hand in my shoulder, and it was Garaguso. Apparently, the man was just crossing the street. That's all that happened, everything else I saw? Nothing, I......"
"You're not gonna believe this, Federico. We're investigating a case where people see a man kill someone, but then they blink, and it never happened. Then, they find out sometime later, that the person they saw killed was eventually killed, but the man they saw didn't do it..........by all police reports."
"Really? Let me see..........That's him," she turned the file in her direction. "That's him. He shot Garaguso."
"His name is Loyd Barry. Do you recognize the name?"
"No."
"Wouold Garaguso know him?" Mulder asked.
"I don't think so, I can ask....Wait, they were all killed later? oh, boy...."
"We can arrange for extra protection."
"Garaguso will never go for that...." She complained. "Let me know what happens."
"Federico? I'd like to run a scan on you."
"Sure. What type?"
**** "Okay. What does this mean though?"
"It means," Scully was explaining to Federico, "That you could be phychic."
"What? That's nuts! Its..Do you know how many ESP, Telekenesis tests I've taken? That all have turned up NEGATIVE! I'm not phsychic...."
"The science would prove other wise."
"To Betsy with the Science, Mulder!"
"The same tests were run on Skinner, same results.."
"He saw this type of thing too?"
"Yeah."
Federico rubbed her face. The last thing she needed was to be phychic.
"Wasn't there a man.....you put in jail, Mulder,.....and he could have people kill themsleves using psychic powers.....recently, he went on a 'foxhunt'?"
"Yeah, Modell."
"What if.....what if this guy has that ability........Which is how he's in Italy and still kills."
"We already went through that," Scully chimed in, "But even Gibson Praise can't use his powers that far off...."
"But he could read minds."
"Yeah.....?"
"He couldn't control them."
"That's right.,....,?"
"So, maybe this guy can just do it long-range. I don't see how it's any more incredible than me being psychic."
"Did Garaguso know the man?" Mulder asked after a pause.
"HM? Oh, uhm, the name seemed familiar, but he doesn't recall having any dealings with him...."
"Which doesn't answer any questions for us.." Scully sighed.
"We're in!" Langly announced.
"Yay," Mulder clapped sarcastically. "Let's check out his email first."
"Mulder!" Scully scolded.
"Go ahead, Langly." He whispered quietly.
Langly frowned, and concentrated on the commands he was typing. Nothing worked.
"Let me try, Langly."
"Right, you're gonna hack into this thing before I can, Byers."
"Maybe. C'mon, Langly. I have an idea. I can hack into it just as well as you....nearly...."
Langly snidely pushed away from the laptop and let Byers take control. Byers hesitated, then pressed several keys. Immediatly the password clicked, and they were signed on.
"How----How did you do that!?" Langly couldn't accept this. He could surrender if maybe Mulder had defeated him, but being defeated by Byers??
"Ah. A little trick of mine, I'm sure its nothing you don't know already." He replied smugly.
"Email!" Mulder shouted, somewhat impatient.
"Right, right, email...." Langly huffed, searching through the Welcome screen.
"How do we distinguish junk from people he knows?" Scully asked, dissapprovingly.
"Easy. With AOL 8.0 you can click this option to read mail ONLY from people you know!" Langly smiled.
"You sound like one of those stupid commercials," Mulder mumbled.
"So easy to use, no wonder its number one!"
Mulder slapped him, "SNAP OUT OF IT!"
They read through the files, frowning at reports on the weather and how many times you say, "the" in one day. Finally, something of some use came up.
Subject: Newspaper From:CoffeeFanatic2112 To:
Heluhelu 'uhane
Loyd. I'm gettin' worried. I saw your name in the paper again. What's up? Is everything okay? Are you using your.....?
Subject: Re:Newspaper From:Heluhelu 'Uhane To:CoffeeFanatic2112
Jeffery. Don't worry. I wasn't even there at the time. There just looking for someone to blame.
"Oh, that was fruitfull!" Scully exclaimed.
"Disregarding your sarcasm, it may be....What if this guy uses........." He turned around. "What if this guy has psychic powers, okay?....Scullly. Scully, c'mon, listen to me......What if this guy has psychic powers? And he can.......kill his victims like this without lifting a finger, thus leaving no evidence."
"Doesn't make sense. These premonitions. Not to mention, he was in Italy, Mulder. Even Gibson Praise couldn't hear thoughts that far off."
"I don't know....I think,....I think you're wrong....." June 4, 2003 FBI Headquarters 9:40 A.M.
"It makes no sense. The....Look, Even Skinner must realize this case is useless," Federico complained. She and Garaguso were walking back to the J. Edgar Hoover building from the little cafe' down the block. They stopped there on the way to work, so Garaguso could get a bagel. He hadn't had a change to get anything to eat that morning.
"The job that ate your brain?" Garaguso asked, biting into his bagel, and quoting Federico's favorite Ramone's song.
"In, short, you could say that."
"Well, maybe if you had more brain cells it'd make sense. Wait, what am I talking about? You can't have more....if you have none to begin with."
Federico slapped him as they waited for the light to change, and laughed. She looked up.
"GARAGUSO!" She screeched, pushing him aside, and removing her gun from its slot. "I'M A FEDERAL AGENT! PUT DOWN THE WEAPON! PUT IT DOWN!........I WILL USE FORCE, SIR!"
The man, his peircing blue eyes staring straight ahead at Garaguso, aiming thought there was a gun facing him too, didn't acknoledge he'd heard anything. A shot rang oout, tterified to look around, she looked behind her.
"Oh, my gosh...." She felt his pulse. Nothing. "Garaguso....." She straigtened up, shaking still. Why didn't anyone else see this?
"PUT DOWN THE GUN SIR! PUT DOWN THE GUN!"
Suddenly, she felt someone behind her put a hand on her shoulder. She spun around, her gun still aimed.
"Hey. You okay?"
"Garaguso!" She looked around. Wild stares were flashing. The man was still there.
"Where'd he put his gun?"
Garaguso responded with a silent, questioning look.
"He had a gun. He-He shot you." She said more forcefully now, though she was still shaking.
"Sorry, sir. My----I'm....I'm really sorry. I thought----I-I'm sorry." She didn't know what to say. So instead, she marched forward, trying to ignore the looks, trying to make sene of that.
"We'll be right with you, Federico," Scully called. Federico had gone to the X-Files office to collect Mulder and Scully to vencher off to eat that noon. "Are you okay?" She added promptly.
"Yeah, all things considered. I mean, other than having a heart-attack this morning, yea, I'm fine."
"What happeneD?"
Federico leaned against the wall unit. "You're not gonna believe this. It's a fantasitc story....Garaguso and I stopped to get a bagle this morning. We were comming back....here.....and this man.....he.....shot Garaguso. I checked, and he was dead. I told him to put down his weapon, and that garabage, and then a hand in my shoulder, and it was Garaguso. Apparently, the man was just crossing the street. That's all that happened, everything else I saw? Nothing, I......"
"You're not gonna believe this, Federico. We're investigating a case where people see a man kill someone, but then they blink, and it never happened. Then, they find out sometime later, that the person they saw killed was eventually killed, but the man they saw didn't do it..........by all police reports."
"Really? Let me see..........That's him," she turned the file in her direction. "That's him. He shot Garaguso."
"His name is Loyd Barry. Do you recognize the name?"
"No."
"Wouold Garaguso know him?" Mulder asked.
"I don't think so, I can ask....Wait, they were all killed later? oh, boy...."
"We can arrange for extra protection."
"Garaguso will never go for that...." She complained. "Let me know what happens."
"Federico? I'd like to run a scan on you."
"Sure. What type?"
**** "Okay. What does this mean though?"
"It means," Scully was explaining to Federico, "That you could be phychic."
"What? That's nuts! Its..Do you know how many ESP, Telekenesis tests I've taken? That all have turned up NEGATIVE! I'm not phsychic...."
"The science would prove other wise."
"To Betsy with the Science, Mulder!"
"The same tests were run on Skinner, same results.."
"He saw this type of thing too?"
"Yeah."
Federico rubbed her face. The last thing she needed was to be phychic.
"Wasn't there a man.....you put in jail, Mulder,.....and he could have people kill themsleves using psychic powers.....recently, he went on a 'foxhunt'?"
"Yeah, Modell."
"What if.....what if this guy has that ability........Which is how he's in Italy and still kills."
"We already went through that," Scully chimed in, "But even Gibson Praise can't use his powers that far off...."
"But he could read minds."
"Yeah.....?"
"He couldn't control them."
"That's right.,....,?"
"So, maybe this guy can just do it long-range. I don't see how it's any more incredible than me being psychic."
"Did Garaguso know the man?" Mulder asked after a pause.
"HM? Oh, uhm, the name seemed familiar, but he doesn't recall having any dealings with him...."
"Which doesn't answer any questions for us.." Scully sighed.