* * * *
FBI Office, basement
10:23 AM 3/22/04
Another pencil becomes somewhat permanently involved with the basements roof. Mulder whistles and allows another No.2 to join the other. Becoming progressively bored, he turns to another time-consuming activity, consisting of tapping his fingers onto the wooden desk...over, and over, and over again...
"Stop it!" comes a harassed cry in the far corner of the room.
"You would think Skinner would assign us anything by now," Mulder returns to his previous past time of pencil throwing, "...he just likes to torment us here in our cellar..." A thrown pencil hits a stuck one, proceeding to knock it down.
"Score! Mulder takes home the gold!" He imitates the crowd cheering and begins to chant his name repeatedly.
"Stop, Mulder...." No smile or hints of amusement cross Agent Scully's face, as she continues to clean and organize her seemingly already well-kept desk, the desk being the fruit of her labor of pleading her case to Mulder on why she should have one. "Don't you have any work to be doing?"
"Work? Ha, Scully, you and I both know that won't be happening until that idiotic phone decides to..."
Scully answers the phone on the first ring, and so does Mulder, making Skinner's clear austere voice heard to both proud Agents.
"Scully, you and Mulder report to my office now." With the final word and only word, Skinner hangs up and Mulder and Scully couldn't have moved fast enough.
* * * * FBI Office, Asst. Director Skinner's Office 10:46 AM 3/22/04
"Why the long wait for assignment?" Mulder asks somewhat innocently. Skinner ignored the question, and proceeds to root of the meeting.
"Virginia University students, leading the research for the Human Genome Project for the number 18 chromosome in their Bio Labs, have been reported to be experiencing...abnormal traits. First, their hearing begins to dwindle, until it seems it isn't even there. This is then followed by face disfigurement of and total mental retardation, and then suddenly these victims seemingly launch into the worst state of health..."
"...Death" Scully finished.
"I wouldn't give this to anybody else but you guys."
"
Another pencil becomes somewhat permanently involved with the basements roof. Mulder whistles and allows another No.2 to join the other. Becoming progressively bored, he turns to another time-consuming activity, consisting of tapping his fingers onto the wooden desk...over, and over, and over again...
"Stop it!" comes a harassed cry in the far corner of the room.
"You would think Skinner would assign us anything by now," Mulder returns to his previous past time of pencil throwing, "...he just likes to torment us here in our cellar..." A thrown pencil hits a stuck one, proceeding to knock it down.
"Score! Mulder takes home the gold!" He imitates the crowd cheering and begins to chant his name repeatedly.
"Stop, Mulder...." No smile or hints of amusement cross Agent Scully's face, as she continues to clean and organize her seemingly already well-kept desk, the desk being the fruit of her labor of pleading her case to Mulder on why she should have one. "Don't you have any work to be doing?"
"Work? Ha, Scully, you and I both know that won't be happening until that idiotic phone decides to..."
Scully answers the phone on the first ring, and so does Mulder, making Skinner's clear austere voice heard to both proud Agents.
"Scully, you and Mulder report to my office now." With the final word and only word, Skinner hangs up and Mulder and Scully couldn't have moved fast enough.
* * * * FBI Office, Asst. Director Skinner's Office 10:46 AM 3/22/04
"Why the long wait for assignment?" Mulder asks somewhat innocently. Skinner ignored the question, and proceeds to root of the meeting.
"Virginia University students, leading the research for the Human Genome Project for the number 18 chromosome in their Bio Labs, have been reported to be experiencing...abnormal traits. First, their hearing begins to dwindle, until it seems it isn't even there. This is then followed by face disfigurement of and total mental retardation, and then suddenly these victims seemingly launch into the worst state of health..."
"...Death" Scully finished.
"I wouldn't give this to anybody else but you guys."
"
