Chapter 3: "One other thing ... I play, coach stays, he goes, I go."

T'was midnight when they reached their rooms
both were running just on fumes.
Long day, long week, long friggin' life;
they stayed in bed till well past nine.

They found the man who'd found the body,
his hair a mess; his clothing shoddy.
He worked at the convenience store
that got robbed just a week before.

"A bit past eight, yeah that was when
Saturday, two thugs walked in, 
Said to give 'em all the green"
He said (he looked about 18).

He went on with his sick, sad story,
"I wanted neither death nor glory.
I gave them all that they asked me for;
they took it and then left the store."

"Close by (and not a minute after)
I heard a shot and then some laughter.
9-1-1 I quickly rang
And then I told them everything."

"I snuck around behind the back
and saw a man had been attacked;
that he'd been shot, that he'd been killed;
his frozen face still gives me chills."

"The cops and ambulence arrived
They followed as I went inside;
I told them all I'd seen and heard
as best I could, you have my word."

I hope this helps, I really do;
I've nothing more to offer you"
He said and walked them to the door,
then turned to mopping up the floor.

The cops then told a much same story,
two small-time thugs, a petty robbery;
one man dead (wrong place / wrong time)
a side effect of a two-bit crime.

Scully asked to see the body
and to perform a full autopsy.
This she did that self-same night
But found there nothing that she liked.

The next day gave them some new facts
To mull while trying to relax.
The fingerprinting had been done,
the man who did it was quite stunned.

Like any normal home you'd find
Lots of people passed some time
within those walls and left some prints
There's nothing strange in there with this.

But two full sets were there, he claimed
quite similar but not the same.
The man in question, one was his,
they don't know whose the other is.

His maternal twin, they thought;
that would explain the prints they'd caught.
It would explain the dual location;
did he have such a relation?

"No", said Scully, "that's been checked.
'cause that's just what I did expect.
What we've got is, oh well, indeed
a wholly other sort of thing."

"Do you want to hear my thoughts?"
Mulder asked and Scully balked.
"Well I'll tell you none-the-less;
though you won't like it, I confess."

"We thought it just a strange deception
not a sinister confection;
but I think that we were wrong,
there is no twin, there was a clone."

Just then Scully's phone did ring,
Someone wished to say something.
Is was the lab; the test were run
The blood-work she had sought was done.

The only strange thing that they found
Something like rohypnol, how
did it get there; so much of it,
there was a lot, not just a bit.

Not just one night of fun and games
but chronic use, the data claimed.
Daily for some several weeks
He should have found it hard to speak.

He was drugged; quite well sedated
by choice or force cannot be stated
But the stuff was there, no doubt,
I've no more facts now to give out.

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Up next - Chapter 4: "I'll make it"

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Of what, here, I've so poorly said.
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