Chapter 3
His supervisor was waiting outside the door, cleaning his
glasses.
"Nobody can make heads or tales of those files of yours,
Mulder. Check them over. You've got an hour, then, in my office.
And until we find out what the hell is going on, you've got
twenty-four hour protection. This is getting out of hand! It's
getting completely out of hand. You too!" he snapped at
Scully as he walked by. "One hour. No excuses!"
Scully headed off for her lab while Mulder began to go through
this files. An agent stood nervously outside his door. "For
God's sake, Harry," Mulder finally barked, "come in and
sit down. I'm going to be a while."
As Mulder began to go through the files he noticed something.
There was a letter written on the corner of each file folder he
did not put there. On each left hand corner was an N, a U, or an
M. Aside from this everything was intact. He checked his
computer. The files in that were secure.
"N, U, and M," Mulder muttered aloud.
"What?" the other agent asked. "What in the hell
do they mean...N, U, and M?"
The agent stuck up his finger. He got up and walked over to a
large trash can by the door. He pulled out a scrap of paper and
handed it to Mulder who read it aloud. "Natural, Unnatural,
Me. Me?"" Mulder repeated looking up at his companion.
Mulder folded the scrap of paper and slipped it in his pocket.
"Let's go!" he snapped. "I need a cup of
coffee."
His companion nodded and they headed for the cafeteria. When
Mulder entered his supervisor's office he was on the phone, and
motioned him to a seat. "Yes sir," he kept saying,
"Yes, sir!" as Mulder sat nervously. "Yes
sir," the supervisor continued. "Better psychological
screening might help. But we're bound to get a couple of rogues
once and a while."
Scully entered and the supervisor motioned her to a seat. After
several more minutes of "Yes sirs," he hung up.
"Well?" he asked, looking at Mulder.
"My files have been gone through, sir," Mulder began,
"not only that, they've been marked; Natural, Unnatural, and
Me. Most of the Mes refer to the disappearance or deaths of well
known Satanists or other occult members that carry on similar
practices. I cannot understand the use of the word 'Me', because
some of those cases go back a hundred years.
That's all I could determine in a quick search."
The supervisor pointed to Scully.
"Both men died because an incision was made in the back of
their head. Something incredibly hot was inserted and the entire
brain stem was incinerated. I have never seen anything quite like
it. The destruction area is almost perfectly circular and that
just doesn't happen."
The supervisor shook his head. "Well, we're not going to
make heads nor tales of THIS in a hurry," he yawned. "I
think a good night's sleep will do us all some good. We'll see if
we can make some sense of this in the morning. Good night!"
As Scully got up she looked down at her clip board.
"What the hell?" she snapped. "Mulder, look at
this. It's addressed to you!"
Mulder took the clipboard. "What is it?" the supervisor
asked.
"It says," Mulder answered, "'Your kidnap victim
is alive in the garage behind the house at 3,000 Eastern Avenue.
But you'd better move quickly. One of the kidnappers thinks he's
Dracula, and intends an early breakfast. You owe me.'"
The supervisor stared for several moments then nodded. "I'd
consider that an anonymous tip!" he remarked. "It is
still your case, agent. Act on it!"
"Yes, sir!" Mulder snapped, and hurried out.
Half an hour later the kidnap victim was on his way home.
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