At 5:37, a black car pulled up to the house of Gregory Klutz, and Mulder,
Scully, and Sam stepped out. Robert and Al appeared from thin air a second
later, and as everyone else took off for the woods, Scully went up to the
house.
The air was warm and fresh with the scent of maple. The sun beat down
from the sky above, but as she stepped onto the porch, the sun went away,
and she could concentrate on more important things.
She knocked on the wooden door. It was very thick, so she decided to
knock harder to make sure the person inside could hear her. No one came,
but she knocked two more times before getting a response, that of a round
man opening the door. He was 5'3" and heavily built. According to his file,
he worked as a demolition man, tearing down buildings and anything else
that he was paid for. He wore a tank top and Bermuda shorts, and his hair
was greasy, making it look as if the man hadn't bathed in a week. She took
out her identification and flashed it.
"Mr. Gregory Klutz?" she asked.
The man stared momentarily at her badge, then looked up at her and said,
"Yes?"
"My name is Dana Scully; I work for the FBI. Mind if I come in and ask
a few questions?"
Gregory looked behind him. Scully peered into the room and found it
littered with trash. "What's the matter?" he asked. Clearly he didn't want
to show someone his dirty house unless he had to.
"A man robbed a few banks and we believe he's hiding out somewhere in
these woods."
Gregory fiddled with his hands, seeming to make a decision. He looked
over his shoulder once more and said, "All right, you can come in. Please
excuse the mess; I haven't had the proper time to clean up."
The door opened up to the living room. To the right was an arched entrance
to the kitchen, which was dirtied with unclean dishes, and a little further
along the right wall was another wooden door. Scully had no idea where
it led, but she didn't find it important to find out.
Nearly across the room was a recliner chair with bits of Cheetos stuck
in the nooks and crannies, and in front of it was a twenty-one-inch TV
on a TV tray. After sitting down into the chair, Gregory grabbed the remote
from one of the arms and turned the TV off. Scully looked around for a
chair to sit in, but even the sofa was covered in Honey Bun wrappers and
an assortment of boxes. She opted to stand and make this a short visit.
"Mr. Klutz," she said. "As I understand it, you own the five hundred
acres of woods out there."
Klutz nodded. "That's right."
"Do you go out there very much?"
Gregory looked out a window near the TV. "Only to chop wood; I normally
stay within the vicinity of the house. I bought the woods about five years
ago for privacy, and I never leave except to get groceries or gas or to
go to work."
"As a demolition man," Scully stated.
"That's right."
"So if someone were to enter your property and say, build a temporary
encampment, you wouldn't notice?"
Klutz shook his head. "I'm afraid not; unless that encampment was in
eye sight."
"And if someone were to build a house and live on your property, you
wouldn't find out about it?"
Again, Klutz shook his head. "As long as I'm not bothered, I don't know
anything that happens out there."
"I see." Scully looked around the room once again, then turned back
to Gregory and said, "Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Klutz."
"No problem, ma'am," he replied, and as Scully left the house, Gregory
turned the TV back on.
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