-1CHAPTER 12: Why All the Secrecy?
I'm back. Sorry for not posting anything in over a month, but I have just had the worst month I have ever had in my life. Many of you may have heard the rumor, and it is true...I resigned my position with the organization I was with, and am no longer a paranormal investigator. I now spend every waking hour sitting behind a computer, counting my losses, and brooding a month, a year, and a life that I have come to have no love for, kept sentient only by copious amounts of caffeine and chocolate, and the fact that I'm moving out of this state soon. So now that I have acquired ultimate Otaku-hood, and have resolved to live in the internet until God on high chip shoots me to Pennsylvania, expect to see more chapters and more stories from me soon. Enough of my emo-ing all over your screen, you've been wanting this chapter, and here it is.
Mulder walked into the police precinct with a determined air. Several of the officers looked up strangely as Mulder walked past the desks. Mulder stopped at Sergeant O'Reiley's desk. The old sergeant looked up at Mulder nervously.
"Ah, it's you, agent lad." O'Reiley said. Mulder detected a hint of fear in his voice.
Can I speak to Lieutenant Pembrey?" Mulder asked. O'Reiley looked around.
"I don't think that'll be possible, sir." O'Reiley replied. "He's been transferred." Mulder gave him an incredulous look.
"Transferred? By who? When?" Mulder asked.
"I can't say." O'Reiley confessed, going back to his paperwork.
"Well can I talk to his superior?"
"That'll do ye no good." O'Reiley replied. "Orders came from…" He nodded his head upward.
"Where?"
"The highest, I think." O'Reiley said. "I said too much." He paused for a moment. "I guess the Lieu did too. You best be on yer way, agent lad. You have places to go, and people to see."
"Yeah." Mulder said, a little disappointed. He started to leave, when Sergeant O'Reiley slid a piece of paper. Mulder picked it up and looked at it. It was a few lines written in a strange language. Mulder understood the meaning behind the message, and tucked the paper into his coat pocket. "Take care." Mulder said.
MylifeisbeingruinedbecauseIgottooclosetothetruth
In the Impala, Scully sat, staring out the window, anxiously awaiting Mulder's return, as Dib talked incessantly about aliens, UFO's, government cover-ups and something about a sasquatch breaking into his garage to use a belt sander. She rolled her eyes as he went into a rant about how he's had proof of Zim's plot to take over the world, but had time and again lost it. She finally spoke up.
"Dib," She began "You realize that we live in a world that demands concrete evidence of everything."
"I know..." Dib said.
"What people like you and Mulder fail to understand that such an unrequited and obsessive search for the answers you're seeking is what alienates you from others, and if you never find them, you may as well have thrown away your life." Dib looked at Scully with defiance in his eyes.
"When you believe in something," Dib said. "It doesn't matter who or what is against you, even if it takes you down, if you know it's true, you have to fight for it." He looked out the window. "Because some truths are worth dying for. I think Mulder gets that." Scully smiled. She had never know so many adults who had this much determination, so much dedication to a cause. Until she had met Mulder, she had never given any thought to the fact that such people even existed in this day and age.
"I think Mulder invented that mindset." She said lightly. Dib looked back at Scully, and for a moment, there was something virtually unheard of in the world today: A silent understanding between skeptic and believer, between an adult and a kid, and on a deeper level, between cold rationality and unproven belief. Suddenly, the driver side door opened, and Mulder dropped into the car with a sigh.
"Mulder?" Scully asked. "What's wrong?" Mulder sat silently for a moment.
"They got to him, Scully." Mulder replied.
"Who got to him?" Scully asked. "What happened?" Dib stuck his head between the agents, not to be left out of the conversation.
"He wasn't there." Mulder said. "He's been transferred to an undisclosed position in an undisclosed place. They must have bribed him...or threatened him." He sat for a minute, then hit the steering wheel. "Damn it!" He said angrily. "Pembrey was the key to this whole thing. He was the only one who put two and two together about Zim's involvement in all the activity in this town, and now..."
"He's been taken out of the equation." Dib muttered. "Mulder, they knew that you'd be coming back here."
"He's right." Scully said. "If there is someone else involved in this, they somehow knew you would need his help again."
"The hotel." Mulder nodded. "They wanted to destroy all our evidence, then destroy our ability to get it back."
"I don't know what scares me more, Mulder." Scully said. "Your theory, or ther fact that I'm beginning to believe it."
"Soooo...what now?" Dib asked.
"Well," Mulder said. "I think we should find out what this means." He handed the piece of paper to Scully, who opened it, and looked at it for a moment.
"What is this?" She asked.
"I don't know." Mulder sighed. "An officer in there gave it to me."
"I can't decipher this..." Scully said. "I've never seen a language like this...some sort of code, maybe? We'd better get it to a lab and..."
"I know what that is." Dib said, reading the paper over Scully's shoulder. The agents both turned and looked at him. "It's Gaelic."
"You can read Gaelic?" Scully asked incredulously.
"Sure." Dib said. "I had to translate a bunch of Irish and Scottish texts once while researching the history of Loch Ne..."
"Can you decipher this?" Scully asked." Dib sighed and took the note. He looked at it, adjusting his glasses. He laid down in the back seat, staring at the words, pursing his lips, scratching his head, and running a finger along the words for a couple minutes.
"Make your move before they do, or you'll lose the game..." Dib read. "...the wind be at your back."
"I think we'd better find Simon before they do." Mulder said gravely. "Buckle up."