While all this was going on, Cattet was in Washington DC. In fact, he was
in Skinner's office. In FACTUAL fact, in Skinner's closet. Why was he in
there? Well, you see, Skinner's closet is actually a hiding spot for a
wormhole. Yes, a wormhole. A wormhole to where? I guess we'll find out...
Cattet stepped out of Skinner's closet. As it turns out, the cigarette smoking man was sitting in Skinner's office, smoking a pipe. "How nice to see you, Agent Dogget." "Yeah... sure. What are you doing in here?" "Well, aren't I always here at the most inopportune times?" "Come to think of it... yeah. That's weird." "Kind of like an FBI Agent in a closet for 6 hours? I've been watching the closet the whole time, you know." "I figured that. In fact... I was hoping you would be." A rather perplexed look crossed the cigarette smoking man's face, and he dropped his pipe. A cruel smile played on Cattet's lips, as he grabbed the cigarette smoking man and tossed him into the closet.
TBC
Cattet stepped out of Skinner's closet. As it turns out, the cigarette smoking man was sitting in Skinner's office, smoking a pipe. "How nice to see you, Agent Dogget." "Yeah... sure. What are you doing in here?" "Well, aren't I always here at the most inopportune times?" "Come to think of it... yeah. That's weird." "Kind of like an FBI Agent in a closet for 6 hours? I've been watching the closet the whole time, you know." "I figured that. In fact... I was hoping you would be." A rather perplexed look crossed the cigarette smoking man's face, and he dropped his pipe. A cruel smile played on Cattet's lips, as he grabbed the cigarette smoking man and tossed him into the closet.
TBC