Chapter 3
The stacks of dossiers and personnel folders before him, stood tall and ragged on the conference room table. He had intended to do this in his office, but there was not enough space on his desk for all the buxom brunettes and bottled blonde's hidden in these massive paper piles. He sat with his coat hanging on the back of his chair, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled to the elbow, and lit cigarette dangling precariously from his bottom lip. There was no mirror in the room, but he was certain his current appearance rivaled that of any caricaturized reporter from some classic comic book or cartoon. He stared down at the blonde beauty contained in the open file in front of him. She was stunning. A former life guard, she was currently assigned to Quantico as a physical training and first aid instructor. She had a bachelor's degree in criminal justice from the University of Florida. She was beautiful, but no where near Mulder's intelligence level. She would never work out. He needed a woman who could keep up with Mulder mentally, not some one and done brainless bimbo he would have to replace in a year. He closed the folder and pushed it away from him with an air of utter disgust. Leaning back, he pulled a drag from his half burned cigarette, then removed it from his lips, for what felt like the first time that day. His search was not going well.
"Still playing Matchmaker, I see." The Liar stood in the doorway, his voice rank with condescension.
" We need some leverage where Mulder is concerned." his voice remained surprisingly flat, as he drew the next folder from the pile.
"His mother's still alive."
The statement from the doorway stopped the smoker dead, but only for a second. "We'll need more leverage that, for what is to come."
"So, you're in here combing through files trying to find what?" The jowly man moved as he spoke seating himself next to the smoker. "The love of his life?"
" Don't under estimate the power a woman can have over a man." the smoker turned to face his colleague.
"When it's the right woman." the liar corrected, "What make's you think you're gonna find her in here?" he nodded toward the sloppy stacks.
"Affection can be manufactured, given the right frame to hang it on." he replied a little too wistfully.
The liar laughed, fully and heartily as he rose and made his way back to the door. Just as he was leaving he turned back "You should pick a red head." he smirked at the smoker's dour but vaguely quizzical expression. "Every man wants a red head." and with that he was gone.
The smoker returned to his work. He opened the next folder to reveal bright read hair and piercing blue eyes. She was striking in her own way. He quickly glanced over her credentials. She was a medical doctor with an undergraduate degree in physics and a forensic pathology instructor at Quantico. A scientist. If she couldn't be used as leverage, she would at least be thorn in Mulder side, an over confident voice of reason to refute his outlandish claims. She was a win-win situation. He let his eyes flit up to her name, Dana Scully. Perfect.
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