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| I waited until the waitress had given up on trying to listen in on our conversation, going back into the kitchen that was heavily at work making baked goods for the morning rush, and then I said, �I know that your department deals with cases that are less than normal.�
Mulder snorted softly. I realized that what I had said was probably the understatement of the century, so I moved on quickly, not allowing my fair complexion time to color with the slight embarrassment I was feeling at that moment. �And I know that you have a reputation for going after leads that aren�t always as conventional as other agents would like.� �If you called me out at three in the morning to tell me not to screw around you�ve wasted both of our time,� Mulder said. �I didn�t call you out here for that,� I promised. I dragged my fingers through my hair and sighed heavily. �Look, off the record and on pain of castration and slow dismemberment should this become one of your X-Files, in the past I have a history of precognitive dreams. And I wouldn�t even be bringing this up�it�s not something I like to talk about�but before I called you...� �You saw the next victim?� Mulder asked, his voice lowered. �I did,� I nodded gravely. �At least, I think I did. Sometimes these thing just turn out to be brought on by what I�ve already seen or read or whatever, but this... it felt really real.� Mulder nodded, motioning for me to elaborate. I recounted the dream, alarming detail for alarming detail, and then I said, �There�s a park, like the one I saw in my dream, not far from the base. I can�t remember what it�s called... Harm might know... growing up here and all. Anyway, I think... I think that you should check it out.� �You got a weapon?� Mulder asked, pulling out his wallet and throwing down some bills to cover our drinks. �Didn�t really count on my tagging along,� I admitted. �I need your memories to find the baseball diamond,� Mulder said as we headed out to his car. He popped the trunk and spun the dials on a lock box, opening it up and pulling out an FBI edition SIG Sauer P22OS. He haded the gun to me and I tested the weight. �You know how to use that?� he asked. �Before I joined the JAG corps I trained as a weapons specialist,� I said as I checked the gun over as best I could in the low light of the coffee shop�s parking lot. It was in good working order, was obviously cleaned regularly and thoroughly, and had been fired more than once but not recently. �You always go off like this without your partner?� I asked as we got in his Taurus. �All the time. Drives her crazy,� Mulder said as he threw the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot. |
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