A few streams of light cutting through tattered window-blinds, one illuminating a hand
with a smoking cigarette. Hum of distant traffic, smell of tobacco, and a deep,
methodic voice:
"So why did you want us to meet? You know it's against the protocol.""There might be... complications. Someone knows about the operation.""Someone?""We are not sure yet. But we have to move the whole site. It's too dangerous.""How much time do you need?""48 hours."
A phone rings."Special agent Scully.""Mulder! Where the hell are you? I've been trying to contact you whole day!""Scully, I can't talk right now. We have to meet. Do you remember Jennings?""You mean that obscure case from '96...""Yes, that one. Meet me at the warehouse in one hour, do you understand?""Mulder, I...""Scully, there is no time! I gotta go.""Okay, see you in an hour.".