**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~ SeCRET DoCuMENT(1/1) Chel Scully chelscully@hotmail.com **~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~ Classification- SH Rating- PG Keywords- Summary- A secret document leads Mulder to a group where finding the truth is checked on their "To Do" list. Disclaimer- I’m not sick, but I’m not well, and I’m so good, cause I’m real swell! I’m not sick, but I’m not well, and it’s a sin, to write this well.. I, want my fic to be read, and bash in TeA’s head, I wanna own this show it costs a lot of money though, I don’t own this show, that’s very true you know, not this show, not this show-ohh, show-ohhhh-ohhh.. Paranoia, paranoia, Fox’s lawyers comin to get me, just say you never met me, I don’t even have any cash, kiss my ass. I hear the insults in my head, I thought I told you never to flame me, and if it’s bad then don’t blame me, the editors and the publishers are crampin me! Author's note- Strange! After "Spider in My Room" I knew I’d better do the world a service and write some more REAL fanfiction. ;) The "SeCRET DoCuMENT" is an actual document my friend once gave me.. it royally confused me. But now that I’m a ‘phile, it’s just cool. =) X~~~~~~~~~~~~ SeCRET DoCuMENT ~~~~~~~~~~~~X 2:45 PM Squalicum High School Bellingham, WA A lone Sophomore in a tree frog cap and a black trenchcoat crouched in a dark corner outside of Squalicum High School. School had been out for at least a half an hour, and no one was in sight. He reached into his trenchcoat’s inside pocket and pulled out a worn piece of paper. He scanned over it quickly, flipped it to the back, and shoved it back inside his trenchcoat. He peeked out from around his corner. As soon as he stepped out into the light, something shoved him back into the wall. He looked up in horror at the faces of two unfamiliar but extremely intimidating men. One of them had a cold iron grip on the front of his shirt. "H-hey! What gives??" He croaked. Nothing scared the bejesus out of him like strange intimidating men. "Give us the location," the man with the iron grip hissed. "What are you talking about?" Stammered the bejesus-less Sophomore. "Give us the location, Frogger!" The man shouted, and pushed a gun against the boy’s throat. The men did not react well to his silence. They threw him on the cement ground with a calculated coldness, like they always threatened high schoolers with their life. The Frogger tried to pull the gun down with him, and was shocked to see the arm go with it too. It clattered to the ground, and man without it cursed something nasty. He stared at it in surprise, then glanced back up at the armless man. He didn’t give himself time to finish the thought. He scrambled to his feet and tried to run. The second man pulled out a gun, and with one silenced bullet finished the Frog off. *** "We’re cursed," she said glumly. He could only manage giving her a strange look. "You don’t believe in curses." She stopped. "Well.. today I do." She squinted up at him. "Even you don't find it remotely strange that any time either of us try to take a vacation we end up *not* taking one?" "You the agents we called up here?" A large police officer approach them. They nodded. "Sorry to pull you two off your vacation, but..." He looked somewhere away from their eyes. He almost looked embarrassed. "This has really got us stumped." He led them to the crime scene. A boy in a black trenchcoat was dead and bloody on the ground. His hair looked unusually flat. "No weapon, no suspect, no witnesses, no clear motives.." The officer sighed. "Was this boy once wearing a hat?" The taller agent asked, pointed at the boy's head. His partner stared at him. "How could *that* be relevant?" "We assume he once was, yes," the officer answered. She shook her head, and studied the body, subconsciously running through the injuries. "Officer Cutcheon!" A female cop appeared at the yellow tape. "Can I see you for a minute?" The officer shrugged apologetically at the agents. "'Scuse me." He crossed under the yellow tape. "Hey.." The male agent crouched down by the body, and pulled at a slip of paper sticking out of the boy's trenchcoat. "Mulder!" She protested. "That's evidence!" "I'll give it back." He read the slip.. He blinked. Scully raised an eyebrow. "Paranoid? You should get to know these people." "Us trenchcoaters gotta stick together." He flipped the paper to the other side. In sprawling capital letters was written "DOWNTOWN BARNES AND NOBLE SQUARE TABLE 5:06" "That could be a meeting place," Scully suggested. "Why would an underground association meet in a public bookstore.." He thought out loud. She snorted. "Mulder, it's probably.. it's probably a flyer for a school club or group this boy was a part of..." "Then why were the directions hand-written on the back instead of typed on the front?" He held up the paper with two fingers. "And there are only five names listed on the front. Pretty small club." "Those could be the names of just the leaders," she argued. "Agents?" The officer called. Mulder quickly stuffed the paper in his trenchcoat and stood up. "I appreciate you helping us on this case," the officer started. "But I realize you probably can't do much to help now. You two can go back to your honeymoon.." "Vacation," Mulder corrected him sharply. "And we'll call you if we need any more assistance," he finished. With that, the officer crossed back under the tape. "Honeymoon." Scully raised her eyebrows. *** A teenage girl in a sharp suit and dark shades stepped through the doors of the bookstore. She couldn't have been older than 15, but she walked like a 35 year old army vet. She irritably pushed a few stands of hair out of her eyes, and glanced at her watch. <5:10.. well, it's good to keep 'em waiting.> She took off her shades and glanced around the store. A few people were staring at her. She was used to that though.. teenage girls in suits don't exactly blend in with the crowd. Not even being a former MiB could teach her how to do that. Tucking the shades inside the suit jacket, she marched herself to the other end of the store, occasionally looking over her shoulder. She made a disgusted noise. Nobody was at any of the tables. The only thing there was some dumb person's stupid hat.. Her heart jumped. She approached the hat on the table. There was a green tree frog on the front of it. And there was blood splattered on the bill. She inhaled deeply and slowly. She looked around quickly. Someone in the store stood out. A tall man in a trenchcoat was striding towards the tables, and appeared to be looking for someone. She picked up the hat and tried to make an inconspicuous exit. But, as it has been established before, teenage girls in suits are not inconspicuous. "Hey," he called after her. She put on her shades and picked up the pace. "Hey!" He was a little louder. She ran out the doors. He ran after her. she thought wistfully. Running away from being an MiB agent took away her access to all those really neato weapons. She ran through the downtown streets, and quickly ducked down an alley way. Unfortunately, she miscalculated it's length, and ran into a wall at it's corner. Before she could redirect herself, something pinned her to the wall. "Don't make me muss up your suit," he growled in her ear. "I'd say the same to you." She kicked back at his leg. "Rapist! Child molester!" He turned her around and shoved a badge in her face. "FBI." She narrowed her eyes. "What's so important about that hat?" "It belonged to a friend of mine," she said coldly. "I'm bringing it back to him." "Why's it got blood on it?" She glared at him from behind her dark shades. He released her. "Which one are you?" He asked. "C? Nikkey Fishh?" She narrowed her eyes, and took off her Ray-Bans. "I'm.." She looked him over for the first time, and drew a blank. She fought down a gasp. She redecided her statement. "..Not going to tell you." He glared at her. "You work for the government. The government is killing us." "I'm not going to kill you," he said with very little assurance at all. "Yeah, like your little friends didn't kill Frogger," she snapped, and waved the hat. "I don't know who killed your friend!" "He wasn't a friend!!" She shouted. Then she lowered her tone and said "he was very important to the group." He almost looked sympathetic. "I can protect your group from them. But you need to give me more information.." "I don't think you can protect us," she growled, and pushed past him to walk out of the alley. "I can help you!" He said, following her. "I know people who could.." "My friends are picking me up soon," she interrupted, putting on her shades and still walking quickly. "I can help you work to uncover the truth.." "The TRUTH?!" She whirled around. "I was recruited once as a Man in Black, at an early age because of my intelligence and my skills. I worked to *cover up* the truth. I *know* the truth. We have found THE TRUTH!" She threw her arms out in an exasperated gesture. Then she put them back to her sides, and said quietly "It's making the truth public that gets to be hard." Across the street, a black car honked impatiently. She turned around and walked across the street to meet it. "Caz.." She climbed in the passenger seat and sighed. "I got bad news." She showed her the hat. "Oh God.." The driver uttered in a filtered English accent. "Frogger!" "And we've been discovered.." She pointed across the street. "By another truth seeker." Caz followed her point. "Aah!" She yelped. "He's a babe!" "He works for the government." "He's also very cute and very alone." "Caz. HE WORKS FOR THE GOVERNMENT." "Well..." The driver turned to her passenger. "If he was out to get us, and he knew you worked for us, you'd be very extremely dead right now, wouldn't you?" She didn't say anything. "C, you said he's a truth seeker. Maybe he'd like to see it." Caz pulled the car up alongside him. "Get in," C growled at him. *** BZZZZZ. "Get the door," a bored English someone called around the mess of hacker's wires and technology. Nikkey Fishh rolled her office chair to the security computer. A black and white image showed her a teenage girl in a suit and a street clothed girl hanging on a taller man in a trenchcoat. "Oooh, C, who's the new man?" Nikkey squealed into the mic. The security image showed C glaring up at the camera above her. "Let us in, Nikkey," her tinny voice ordered. "What's the magic wo-ord?" Nikkey called. "Let us bloody in, Nikkey!" Caz protested. "You're no fun," she grumbled, and tapped in the access code. The doors on the computer image opened, and the three people stepped inside. "Bad news guys," C called as she stepped in the tiny crowded room and took off her sunshades. "You were followed?" Adam 10 asked flatly from his corner, playing with a slinky. "Frogger's dead," she copied his tone exactly, and threw the hat onto the table. "That.. is bad." Dr. Daria turned from her half-built machinery and stared at the hat. "We didn't even have time to initiate him!" Nikkey protested. "They're really cracking down on us," Daria mused. "Exposure is their greatest fear," Adam commented dryly, still immersed in his slinky. He sounded more like a British spy than a 15 year old hacker. "Who *is* that?" Nikkey asked, pointing at the man who had come in with C and The Caz. He brought out a badge. "Agent Fox Mulder, FBI." "*What?!*" Adam looked up. "You brought a G-MAN here?" "He's protection," Caz smirked. Adam snorted. "He's instant death." "Just add water." Nikkey Fishh moved on to another beeping computer. "So, ya come ta see the truth, dija?" She drawled. Mulder was at a loss of what to say. "Speak up, man, I can't hear you." "Yes," he said finally. "I was told you all already knew the truth, and were trying to go public with it." "How can you people talk about it as if it were one statement?" Adam 10 complained. "It's more than just simply 'Aliens are taking over the world and there are sub-governments helping them.'" "A lot more," Daria offered. "We're still receiving most of it," Nikkey added. "Speaking of that, have you heard anything from Group yet?" C asked. "He didn't talk about you," Nikkey said, examining her computer screen. "He talked about tennis and the virus." C looked pissed. "I don't care if he talks about *me*, I just wanted to know if.." "You want to see what we have so far of the truth?" Adam asked suddenly. The room fell silent. Mulder stared at him. These kids could be pulling something. It was all much easier than what he had ever imagined. "Here." Adam pressed a button on a computer, and a text document popped up. "This is your truth." He cast a suspicious glance at the computer screen, before finally sitting down at the computer. C thought anxiously. He stood up suddenly. "This is wrong." Everyone stared at him. "This can't be right!" He protested, pointing at the screen. "There's.. there's no way.." He collapsed back into the chair with his head in his hands. C rubbed her temples. Mulder raised his head, and gave the screen one last stare. Then he stood up, grabbed his trenchcoat, and was about to walk out the door. EEP EEP EEP.. "Schmonk!!" Nikkey screeched, and wheeled over to the screaming computer. "Uh oh.. not good, not good.." "Can you please make it stop beeping?" Daria asked, covering her ears. "Guys, guys.. you were followed!" Nikkey pointed at the black and white surveillance image on the other computer. Two big men in suits were standing at the doors, trying to get in. "Our one-armed friend is back," Adam said, staring at the screen. "Krycek," Mulder hissed. Everyone stared at him. "You know Alex Krycek?" C asked, astonished. "He's a God-awful rat bastard," he snapped. "Omigod!" Caz jumped 6 feet. "You know Ratboy! NOW I remember why your name sounds so familiar! Your sister was.." "SCHMONK!" Nikkey screamed. "They're getting through the doors! We need to get out of here, now!!" The members frantically ran around the small room, grabbing anything important. Mulder pulled out his gun, and C ran to get the only weapon she had left over from being an MiB. "Fire exit! Fire exit!" Nikkey yelled, snatched up a plastic box full of disks, and shut down all the computers. "Shoot the comps," she told Mulder. "What?!" "Just do it!!" He flinched, and fired into the hard drives of all five computers. "Fire exit!" Nikkey yelled, and pointed the way. They scrambled out the window onto the fire escape one by one. "C!" Caz yelled back into the room. "We're going, NOW!" "I'm coming..." C burst into view suddenly, and dove through the window. Just as they were sliding it shut they saw Krycek and his comrade storm into the room. "Down! Now!" C ordered, and climbed down the steps. They ran as fast as they could. The two suits above them had opened the window, looked down in amazement, and emptied their guns at them. "Shit.." Mulder tried to shelter himself from the sparks as the bullets bounced off the metal stairway. "End of the line!" Caz yelled. There was still seven feet to the ground. "Who's first to jump?" "You! Tall boy!" Nikkey shoved Mulder. "You go first!" "Who'm I to argue.." He jumped down, and landed painfully on his feet. One by one they were quickly helped down off the fire escape. Krycek and his friend were a few feet above them now. "Kay.. now's when we run for it," Caz announced, and they all took off down the alley. At an intersection, as the rest of the group went left, C shoved Mulder right, into a dark dead end. She threw herself at him, pinning him against the wall. Quickly she put on her Ray-Bans, and pulled a silver cylinder out of her suit. She pushed a button on the back of it, and said "You never saw anything." FLASH *** "Listen, I know it must have been boring in the hotel today, but you didn't have to ditch me." "I didn't ditch you," Mulder protested. "Then what were you doing?" Scully demanded. "And how did you end up in that alley?" "I told you, I don't remember.." He rubbed his head. She sat down next to him on the bed. "Did someone drug you again?" He gave her a bitter look. "Are you thirsty?" He blinked. "What?" "I have a sudden craving for iced tea," she said in a low voice. He looked at her curiously. "Iced tea?" She blinked, and stood up. "I'm going to get something to drink," she said, and left the room. He closed his eyes, and rubbed his head. Everything was giving him a headache. He thought he remembered some seeing some aspirin in the bathroom.. Mulder stood up, and a sudden crinkling noise in his pocket caught his attention. He reached in his pocket, and pulled out a strip of paper. It read: He shook his head. It was the same paper with the directions on the back. He flipped it over. It read: X~~~~~~~~ Trust no one. Suspect everyone. THEY are watching. ~~~~~~~~X To send compliments, constructive criticism, cute Mulder pics... On AOL Instant Messenger: ChelScully On ICQ: 14580789, Chel On HoTMaiL: chelscully@hotmail.com On Mailcity: delphia@mailcity.com On WBS (rarely): Chel12562 Any flames will be used to heat up the water to turn Ranma and Ryoga back into guys.. if anyone understood that, then YAY! for you. Ris: "It’s not George Clooney hair, it’s Muffin hair, so stop calling it that!!" Me: "Oooh the cutesty widdle piggy is so cute just gotta squeeze the cute widdle piggy wiggy boy!" Liv: "That.. is.. BAD." David: " The productive song. Doo doo-doo doo-doo.." My answering machine: "F!" Matt: "*squish noise* SPUCCSH." 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