"How does he know about magical constructs", I asked Murphy. "Well, he has an interesting reputation. They call him spooky Mulder, and it's said that he's on a crazy chase for aliens. But he's brilliant, if a little cracked in the head. I guess his methods work and he's found some interesting things.
His partner has a solid reputation, evidently she's a doctor." "A lot of UFO sightings and "aliens" are actually someone spotting a magical event. The elves have been using the alien disguise to abduct people for years", I told her.
"Somehow that doesn't surprise me", said Murphy, disgusted, "Does the government know this?"
"That wouldn't surprise me", he said, echoing Murphy's words.
He didn't mention the White Council, or the operatives that probably worked for every government they could infiltrate, and with magic at their disposal, probably most. I studied this man called Mulder and wondered what his story was, and I really needed to find out how he knew about magic. He seemed like someone who was focused on aliens, not on magic.
I figured that we should probably talk, and I wanted to talk to this potentially dangerous man on my own turf, where I could be in control, and where death was less likely to occur. "Hi, my name is Harry Dresden", I said to the two FBI agents, sticking his hand out, by way of greeting.
"Fox Mulder, and this is my partner, Dana Scully", said the man, introducing himself and the so-called doctor, "Who are you? Murphy hasn't been very forthcoming with information as to what you're actually doing here."
"I'm a consultant for the Chicago Police Department", I told him, "But if you want to discuss it more, then just come by my office, I have another case I have to work on."
I handed him my business card, then left, I did have another case I needed to work on. It wasn't like I was lying, well not really. And I pretended not to notice the two FBI agents tailing me as I went to my next appointment. I got to my office just in time to meet with my newest client, a Mr. Felton Johnson. He explained what the problem was and I nearly laughed.
"I keep seeing large purple elephants in my left bathroom mirror", explained Mr. Johnson, looking terrified, "should I be worried?"
"Well, I'll have to assess the mirror, and then I can let you know", said Dresden, trying to keep a straight face, "Let's head for this mirror."
He followed the man in The Blue Beetle, and tried once again the two FBI agents following him.
"There really are purple elephants in your mirror", said Dresden, watching them dance around in awe, "Do you realize the danger of this? The actual entities in this alternate universe are not a threat, but if they got out, we could be having purple elephants rampaging through downtown Chicago. I'm really glad you called me. I need to cast a seal on this mirror and take it, before they figure out that there's a portal into our realm."
The man looked relieved, someone believed him and was doing something about it. Harry cast the seal, and left with the mirror and his paycheck a happy man. He was even able to recommend a place that would give him mirrors that would be pre-sealed away from magic.
He got into his car and went to his house a happy man, it had been a good day. Well, aside from the magical construct and the suspicious FBI agents, but he could deal with that tomorrow. Then he heard a knock on his door and groaned. When he opened it he came face to face with Fox Mulder, FBI.
"Can I come in", asked the man.
"Come right in", said Harry, gesturing the man in, "I figured we needed to talk anyways."
He came in hesitantly, and looked around his basement apartment, lit only by the soft glow of candlelight.
He touched things with wonder and awe.
"So, I'm curious, how do you know what a construct is", asked Dresden.
"I found an old book, in a language that I didn't know. I finally found someone who did, and I spent a great deal of money getting it translated", said Mulder, still tracing things with his hands, "It talked of magic, and at first I was very skeptical, but I kept reading and it started to make sense. So I read some more. I didn't show it to Scully yet, because I knew that aliens were hard enough to believe in, but magic, that was a whole new game."
Then there was a flash of pure white, and Mulder was lying on the ground in confusion.
"What is your choice", asked Dresden, looking at the confused agent.
"Choice", he asked, looking confused.
"You have been chosen to be a Knight of the Holy Cross, to do the bidding of God. In other words, you get to beat shit up with magical sword", said Dresden, pointing to the sword he still unconsciously clutched, "Do you want to weld this sword? It is a big responsibility, but it is also powerful."
"Yes, yes I do", he said, looking at the sword in his hands.