The X-Files
Chapter 3
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"A microchip, like for what?" Mulder asked. "Don't know, technology really isn't my regimen." Dr. Sanders said. "Well, luckily I know three guys who make technology their life." Mulder said with a grin.
"Glad you three could make it." Mulder said with a grin as they entered the lab. "Now, what was so important that you couldn't send it to us?" Frohike said. "Take a look for yourself." Scully replied as she gestured to the microscope. "That is something." He said as he invited Langley & Byers to take a look. "Do you mind if we study this further?" Frohike asked Dr. Sanders. "Be my guest." She replied.
"While we're waiting for your friends to finish their research, what do you say to a drive? I have a hunch I want to follow." Dr. Sanders said as they headed to her van. "I'm not usually one for death & destruction, but it's not like this person isn't doing society a service." Dr. Sanders said as she turned down one of the towns many narrow, country roads. Scully opened her mouth to reply when something hit her window. Suddenly, they were under attack by thousands upon thousands of birds. "See why I replaced my windows with shatter-proof plexi-glass?" Dr. Sanders said, jumping involuntarily as one hit her windshield. The further they drove down the street, the worst the attack became. Soon, the sir was so thick with birds that Dr. Sanders could barely see where she was going. "We're going to have to turn around." She said, the attack lessened & eventually stopped. "I think that was our first clue." Mulder said as his cell phone rang. "Mulder, its Frohike. You're going to want to get back here."
"What do you have?" Mulder said as they all came hurrying into the lab. "This chip appears to be some sort of mind control device that operates on high frequency sound waves. They some how override the brain's center for independent thinking." Langley said. "It's implanted in the base of the neck just above the cerebellum." Frohike added. "Is there any way to trace it?" Dr. Sanders asked. "No, but how many houses in rural Texas are going to have a giant dish on top of them?" Byers said wryly.
End of chapter 3