A Phone Call

[stsmecker]

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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[agentspooky]

::Sighs, replies all::

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.

[stsmecker]

Course I will ... hell, didn't I tell you I might try an' move into the Garage? Well ah, I might.

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

[agentspooky]

Oh, you don't, huh? And you're moving into the Garage?

::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.

[stsmecker]

Thanks ... I will. Where you headed, or is that all classified and stuff?

[agentspooky]

As soon as I know enough to be classified, I'll let you know! ;)