The Lone Gunmen's Hideout- 0700 hrs

Frohike greeted them at the door of the Gunman's domain.

'Oh, hi you guys. Who's this?'

'A friend of ours. We think the Syndicate may be after him,' Mulder said.

'Oh-ho. Well, come in then.'

They entered the main room, which was as usual a mess of screens, wiring, tubing and various parts of old computers. Sitting in the middle of the fray, fiddling with whatever project they were currently working on, were the longhaired Langly and clean-cut Byers. Both looked round and greeted the two agents, casting puzzled glances in the third party's direction.

'This is Obi-Wan,' Mulder explained. 'It's a long story.'

'Well, why don't you sit yourself down and tell it?' Byers asked, gesturing to what Scully fervently hoped was a stool.

'Yo, man,' Langly remarked as Obi-Wan settled himself.

'Yo?' Obi-Wan echoed doubtfully, casting an apprehensive glance in Scully's direction.

Frohike grinned. 'Bit soft on you, Dana?'

Scully merely gave him a withering look.

'Erm, sorry. Agent Scully.'

'Woah,' Langly commented once Mulder had finished. He looked at Obi-Wan. 'Cool, dude. Talk about your unexplainable.'

The man looked a little confused, and then cocked his head.

'Dude?'

'Never mind,' Byers said briskly. 'How long were you planning to stash him here, Mulder?'

'As long as it takes to find out what's really going on.' Leaning closer, Mulder added, 'See if you can make any linguistic advancements, could you?'

Byers nodded. 'We'll do our best.'

Sighing with relief, the two agents left.