Smecker sits in his hotel room, watching Dinotron eat the last of the small dog-food cans left mysteriously by his hotel room door, and looks over the planner on his laptop, trying to find a good time to meet with Clare in the park and talk mutts. As he waits for the planner to load, he checks his e-mail for any results on the cleaners from Shaw's
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Nothing personal at all, Smeck, I know how it can be.
You staying around the city, or heading out some place else?
-Liv
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~ Smeck
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Smeck - Yeah, don't blame you. We're getting nowhere. I'm damn certain that idiot Shaw is going to get himself or someone else killed, but I really don't know what else we can do. I'm gonna contact Bauer and tell him if he wants anything from the Bureau files to call me.
Although ... considering all the other shit I've seen since arriving here, I'm also thinking of applying to have the X-Files re-opened. That should be a lot of red-tape fun.
Stay in touch, OK?
~ Mulder.
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But the X-Files? ... Ha, good luck. I don't hold much stock in 'em, but if you think you can do it, go right on ahead and I'll wish you as much luck as I can muster.
~ Smeck
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::Smiles to himself::
Well, good luck with that, man. I'm planning on calling in there a few times before I go. Talk to Modell or Rak when they're not in their ivory tower.
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Dear Mr. S,
I am writing to make sure that both you and Dinotron 3000 are still in capital shape and getting along with one another. I'll be returning in another three days or so, and as long as my dog is in one piece and doesn't growl whenever I say the word "pancake" or anything, we'll still be on capital excellent terms.
A thousand thank yous,
Audrey Gould
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