Title: Failure to Comply, Chapter 3
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: See first and second chapters for disclaimer
**Chapter 3 - Back from the grave... again**
Ever since all five of them resigned from the FBI, they realized that there was a sudden decrease in income. Skinner would help them now and again, but they still had to save up, so tonight, they were sharing a room, with Mulder and Scully getting the good bed since Mulder had paid for it with money he got from selling his mother's house.
In Mulder's quest to find a good night sleep he heard the phone ring, and picked it up before it could wake anyone else. He didn't put it to his ear strait away though, since he had told Skinner to call his cell phone if he needed anything, and this was the hotel phone...
"Mulder," He said, like he was an agent again.
"Like old times uh, Mulder?" said a VERY familiar voice
Mulder's eyebrows raised and his anger overrode him suddenly.
"You black-lunged son of a bitch! I heard you were resting in pieces!"
"Well, Mulder, like father like son, you and I both don't die very easily..."
Mulder shook his head and went to hang up the phone...
"And before you hang up, I have a way to make this all better, to make it so you aren't a guilty man anymore. That murder really changed your image no? First, before the X-files, you were a man with a good future... smart, able to profile better than anyone out there. And now? A dog with your tail between your legs running for cover. Kind of dramatic if I say so myself."
Mulder sighed, "What do you want from me?"
"I just want you to help. I want to meet with you, I have some information you will consider vital to your freedom."
Scully and the rest started hearing over the conversation, and Mulder put the phone on speaker so they could all hear.
"Why should I trust you? After everything that has happened?" Mulder asked, as he always asked the CSM.
The CSM acted like he was right in the room: or watching over them. "Hello Scully, Doggett... Reyes... and Harrison. You all want to find out my reasons, I'm assuming? Well, Mulder, consider both sides: on one end, if you do not trust me and find out what information I have for you, when you are caught there is no change in hell you are not going to be stuck with the deadly syrup. But on the other hand: you take the risk of meeting me and your chances of not dying increase to a 50/50 chance. And maybe, you can live to prevent the little green men from taking over."
There was a moment in which everyone just kept thinking, instead of saying anything, and the CSM continued.
"I will give you the information you need to find me and then you can make the decision for yourselves. At the front desk tomorrow there will be a piece of paper with coordinates on it and a GPS locator. Go to the EXACT spot that is on that piece of paper, and there you will find me waiting for you. Be there by 9:00 tomorrow night. I shall see you later." The CSM then hung up without another word. Everyone just stayed in their positions as Mulder hung up also.
Harrison was the first to speak, "You know, he has a point."
Scully nodded her head, and looked at Mulder, "Yes, the whole point is to keep you from dying. You're the only one who can save the world, according to what I read."
Mulder just had a blank look on his face, still thinking. Then he finally spoke, "We should get more sleep. I think we'll have a long day tomorrow."
Everyone did exactly as Mulder said, without saying anymore, the air in the room to tense to say another word.
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9:00 P.M
"We're in the middle of nowhere!!!!" Said Doggett, his yells of anger echoing into the desert night.
"Come on John, you should expect that. I'm assuming the CSM doesn't want anyone to know we're meeting him. I don't think most people think he's alive." Reyes said, tugging on his sleeve to make him calm down
"Yeah but there is no sign of him, or anything else. This is all bullshit, he led us out here to die!!!"
As Doggett and the rest argued, Mulder concentrated on the piece of paper and the tool he was given. He remembered what the CSM had said before, how they had to be in the EXACT SPOT, so he was carefully adjusting his position until he got the same thing that was written on the paper.... and all of a sudden, there was a crack, a fall, and a thump. Mulder was gone.
The rest of the group gathered around the huge hole that was made in the ground, and then saw Mulder's lifeless body at the bottom of the pit
"MULDER!!! YOU OK??!!"
"MULDER!!!"
Their screams of panic where not heard by him, only the horse voice of the man who claims to be his father.
"Nice of you to drop in, although I suggest moving now before your friends join us."
Rating: Pg-13
Disclaimer: See first and second chapters for disclaimer
**Chapter 3 - Back from the grave... again**
Ever since all five of them resigned from the FBI, they realized that there was a sudden decrease in income. Skinner would help them now and again, but they still had to save up, so tonight, they were sharing a room, with Mulder and Scully getting the good bed since Mulder had paid for it with money he got from selling his mother's house.
In Mulder's quest to find a good night sleep he heard the phone ring, and picked it up before it could wake anyone else. He didn't put it to his ear strait away though, since he had told Skinner to call his cell phone if he needed anything, and this was the hotel phone...
"Mulder," He said, like he was an agent again.
"Like old times uh, Mulder?" said a VERY familiar voice
Mulder's eyebrows raised and his anger overrode him suddenly.
"You black-lunged son of a bitch! I heard you were resting in pieces!"
"Well, Mulder, like father like son, you and I both don't die very easily..."
Mulder shook his head and went to hang up the phone...
"And before you hang up, I have a way to make this all better, to make it so you aren't a guilty man anymore. That murder really changed your image no? First, before the X-files, you were a man with a good future... smart, able to profile better than anyone out there. And now? A dog with your tail between your legs running for cover. Kind of dramatic if I say so myself."
Mulder sighed, "What do you want from me?"
"I just want you to help. I want to meet with you, I have some information you will consider vital to your freedom."
Scully and the rest started hearing over the conversation, and Mulder put the phone on speaker so they could all hear.
"Why should I trust you? After everything that has happened?" Mulder asked, as he always asked the CSM.
The CSM acted like he was right in the room: or watching over them. "Hello Scully, Doggett... Reyes... and Harrison. You all want to find out my reasons, I'm assuming? Well, Mulder, consider both sides: on one end, if you do not trust me and find out what information I have for you, when you are caught there is no change in hell you are not going to be stuck with the deadly syrup. But on the other hand: you take the risk of meeting me and your chances of not dying increase to a 50/50 chance. And maybe, you can live to prevent the little green men from taking over."
There was a moment in which everyone just kept thinking, instead of saying anything, and the CSM continued.
"I will give you the information you need to find me and then you can make the decision for yourselves. At the front desk tomorrow there will be a piece of paper with coordinates on it and a GPS locator. Go to the EXACT spot that is on that piece of paper, and there you will find me waiting for you. Be there by 9:00 tomorrow night. I shall see you later." The CSM then hung up without another word. Everyone just stayed in their positions as Mulder hung up also.
Harrison was the first to speak, "You know, he has a point."
Scully nodded her head, and looked at Mulder, "Yes, the whole point is to keep you from dying. You're the only one who can save the world, according to what I read."
Mulder just had a blank look on his face, still thinking. Then he finally spoke, "We should get more sleep. I think we'll have a long day tomorrow."
Everyone did exactly as Mulder said, without saying anymore, the air in the room to tense to say another word.
____
9:00 P.M
"We're in the middle of nowhere!!!!" Said Doggett, his yells of anger echoing into the desert night.
"Come on John, you should expect that. I'm assuming the CSM doesn't want anyone to know we're meeting him. I don't think most people think he's alive." Reyes said, tugging on his sleeve to make him calm down
"Yeah but there is no sign of him, or anything else. This is all bullshit, he led us out here to die!!!"
As Doggett and the rest argued, Mulder concentrated on the piece of paper and the tool he was given. He remembered what the CSM had said before, how they had to be in the EXACT SPOT, so he was carefully adjusting his position until he got the same thing that was written on the paper.... and all of a sudden, there was a crack, a fall, and a thump. Mulder was gone.
The rest of the group gathered around the huge hole that was made in the ground, and then saw Mulder's lifeless body at the bottom of the pit
"MULDER!!! YOU OK??!!"
"MULDER!!!"
Their screams of panic where not heard by him, only the horse voice of the man who claims to be his father.
"Nice of you to drop in, although I suggest moving now before your friends join us."