A/N: I re-wrote this entire section, the previous part three was impossible to read, sorry this makes much more sense.-Millie

Disclaimer: AHEM, I neither own James Bond or the Lone Gunmen. The Gunmen belong to the wonderful people at 1013 and the Fox Network. James Bond and The Spy Who Loved Me belong to the late Ian Fleming. Now on to the Fic already!

Interlude: Program by Langly, QBASIC WAR

Byers started his laptop in the bus, only to find a blank screen and the suddenly repeating phrase "CAN WE GO HOME NOW!!!!" typeing itself across the screen. He sighed, not like it took a lot of imagination to figure out who had done this. Langly had been complaining since they arrived on this ghost chase. They only spent two nights camping in Northern Michigan and Langly had already had an alergic reaction to everything, and attracted all the Mosquettos in the entire peninsula. Langly showered toxic and probably mind altering poison all over himself and the bugs still wouldn't leave him alone. "If I die of west nile it's on YOUR heads!" he wined about fifty million times in the past hour.

Byers found a way to close the program (it wasn't easy Langly was clearly pissed) and sent Langly an email as, with the exception of complaining about west nile, the two gunmen were not on speaking terms.

To: LORDMANHAMMER Yahoo.com

From: JFBYERS MAGICBULLET .org

Langly,

Very funny. But we can't go home yet, we are very close to proving this ghost is a hoax. I know it's not a big corporate conspericy, but think of the people who have been misled! Who have lived in fear! Think of the service we are doing them!

-Byers

Byers almost jumped at the speed in which Langly replied. He suspected Langly had an automated response set to send a nasty reply to anyone trying to talk sense into him. Byers opened it anyway.

To: JFBYERS MAGICBULLET.org

FROM: LORDMANHAMMER YAHOO.com

Dear Shaggy,

I don't care what a bunck of drunken hics who use the word "aboat" instead of "about" think of a guy in a rubber mask, and neither do our readers!. We aren't frickin Scooby-Doo, and the bus, dispite it's color scheme is NOT the mystery mobile.

I am so outta here. See you back in reality.

-Langly

Byers frowned. "He's hysterical over a few bugs!" he said. But he realized there wasn't much he could do. He and Frohike could finish the story by themselves and return to the lair once Langly cooled off. If he cooled off…