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Australia.
July 12th (3.42pm.)
Scully followed 3791 to the 'fridge' in room F321. The technician had finally found a way for Scully to perform an autopsy upon her first clone. A small mask, similar to those worn, in hospitals, would be worn by Scully. The Zigoran blood was really only fatal to her blood supply. It was a catalyst, which would de-oxygenate the blood and cause a complete shutdown of the human body's vital organs.
3791 opened the door allowing Scully to enter the room before her. She was faced with another, card-key locked, silver door. 3791 swiped a card through the lock and with a hiss and the release of a cloud of cold air the silver door slowly opened.
Scully stepped forward with trepidation. She could barely see through the thick fog-like cloud despite waving her hand in front of her face. After a few moments the smoke cleared leaving Scully open mouthed with astonishment for in the centre of the room stood the solitary steel, operating table containing the first clone. The surrounding walls were covered with row upon row of hanging, sealed, test tubes. Each one was meticulously labelled. Scully looked at one it read: Armitage, A. 12-5-66 the rest followed suit. Each test tube rail held them in alphabetical AND date order. Scully's fingers ran across the numerous rails making a clinking noise as the tubes knocked against one another. She stopped dead in her tracks when she reached the row labelled Scully. Her breath held in her throat she peered along the row until she came across exactly what she expected to see. A test tube with her name upon it and a date, that occurred during her abduction time. Scully held the tube in her hand and turned to 3791.
"Are these test tubes what I think they are? Do they contain ova from alien abductees? Does this one contain the ova stolen from me during my abduction? Tell me!"
3791's response was a small but visible nod to the head.
"We were using the ova to create the clones but when we saw Samantha and thought we had the proof you could self-produce we needed your help in order to learn how to do that. Human eggs are useless to us. The hybrid clones do not take to our bodies. In much the same way you think that the new clones will fair better with Zigoran blood. I am sorry that I could not tell you." Placing her ova back Scully began to wheel the table from the fridge. Her head swirled with thoughts. There had to be a way to prevent these abductions… for the useless purpose… there had to be and if there was a way she was determined to find it!
Washington DC
10pm (11th July)
Mulder lay back against the sofa. Tomorrow was the verdict of the trial. He was scared. He'd proved he was a good Father, the real Father, to Samantha. He'd held his hand up to shooting the military officer because they had threatened his life and also explained why he had been apprehended within the military base. His belief in the cover up of aliens was laid on the table. The prosecution were making him out to be crazy and to be frank now it was being aired on the TV he did sound slightly warped. On the plus side he'd been commissioned a $100,000 to write a few books on the paranormal and also been offered the chance to edit the 'Believe it' magazine which was dedicated to the cause of conspiracy. He was honoured but the job he was interested in was the Georgetown University who wanted him for his professional qualifications as a profiler. Their degree in psychoanalysis was strongly linked to the FBI's Quantico training and it sounded promising. He figured Skinner had played a hand in the job offer and it was worth considering. Lecturing 300 students per day about the criminal mind was the perfect job to impress the judge. He couldn't wait. If all went well he would start Monday. The course lecturer had suddenly quit. Mulder knew he had to provide for Samantha and also get the judge on side. He may have killed through self-defence and that wasn't an excuse but he had paid penance through his exile in foreign, often war-torn, lands. He hoped the judge saw it that way, too.
