Chapter 5

"Hey, Scully!" an agent cried, sticking his head in the door, "They want you back in Washington, double quick! They just found Senator Richardson hanging from a chandelier in his livingroom, wearing nylons and women's underpants."
Scully looked at Mulder. "Wasn't he the one that..."
Mulder nodded. Scully hurried off. Mulder finished his breakfast and headed for the office. They were stopped at a traffic light when he noticed the agent in the front seat nodding off, and began to smell something sickly sweet.
"Gas!" he muttered, and tried to open the door. But numbness and darkness overcame him. When he came to, he was tied to a chair. Several men stood around him and one man sat opposite him, smoking.
"Cancer Man," Mulder moaned. "Should have known!"
"Cut the small talk, Mulder!" Cancer Man snapped. "Where is he?"
"Where is who?" Mulder asked.
'The alien agent. The one who works for The Old Ones. You know where his physical form is. We were safe, but now he's got information and is targeting us. I want his name and address, Mulder, I want it NOW!"
Mulder shook his head "Haven't got the foggiest idea what you're talking about!" he answered.
"I'll tell you a cute little story, Mulder," Cancer Man continued. "Back around 1947 aliens started visiting Earth, aliens that had designs on eventually taking over. But they don't like war. They prefer to seek out those that would prefer to profit from serving them and set up a take over using local force, supply them with technical information that will make them the big boys in the neighborhood in exchange for raw materials they need.
Unbeknownst to THESE particular aliens and the local boys, twenty years later another group of aliens arrived, that don't believe in advanced races messing around with primitive ones. Now, this still wouldn't have interfered much, except here comes the real stinger, Mulder....there's already an alien race on Earth that's been here for hundreds of thousands of years, existing in some kind of Spiritual form, waiting for mankind to evolve to a level of intelligence when they can start inhabiting their bodies. And these aliens are REALLY against the newcomers....so much so, that they get the don't get involved people to blow away the home world of the lets take over aliens, and force them to surrender all the information on their planned takeover.
So now one of these ancient aliens is systematically disposing of the newcomers' operatives. And those operatives don't like it, Mulder! They don't like it at ALL!
Now, these ancient aliens have one weakness. They can't operate in this world without a physical form to empower them. Find the physical form, kill it; POOF! Ancient aliens have to wait a few hundred more years to return to the stars. And the people that should rule this world continue to rule it. So you've got to understand, Mulder, why we need that name and address. We KNOW this damned nightmare has been helping you, so you must be in contact with him."
Mulder shook his head. "Good story," he laughed. "I ALMOST believe it! But I can't help you. I don't know a damned thing about what you're talking about. I've suspected something like that for a long time, but I haven't got any knowledge of such a person!"
"Let's see if we can get rid of that sense of humor!" Cancer Man snapped. He nodded to one of the men who stepped in front of Mulder and drew back his fist. But before he could hit him the door into the room flew off its hinges, crashed against the wall, and SOMETHING came in.
Mulder only got a glimpse of it...something tall with wings. Then his chair got knocked over, his head hit the floor very hard. Darkness again came over him. When he came to he was lying on a couch. Scattered on the floor about him were several bodies. Across from him a man sat in a chair. His right hand was holding his side, and a blue glow shone beneath it. Mulder managed to sit up. His companion smiled.
"Agent Mulder, isn't it?"
"Yes," Mulder answered.
"Thought so!" the man continued. "All the time I was carrying Agent Scully there was a very strong throught of you in her mind. You know, you're really going to have to marry her some day, don't you?"
Mulder shook his head. "We're just friends," he answered.
The man across from him shook his head, too. "We'll see!" he chuckled, "We'll see!"

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