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Part 16: The Shore Of The Promised Land

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The files are complete, the info. compiled.
Mulder and Scully enlighten their FBI allies on
fighting the future.



For them all to be meeting together in the first place,
especially since the events of the past few months, seemed
odd to say the least. If she asked her mother what she had
to say about the whole business, she would have asked her
daughter, "Are you sure you TRUST these people after everything
that's happened?"

Her daughter would have replied, "They were there for us, Mom.
When we needed them in the end, they were there. And they're
here for us now. Just pray it all turns out as planned, okay,
Mom?" And she said exactly that when the time came.

Dana Scully's apartment was not exactly the grand ballroom
of the local Sheraton, nor was it the boardroom of the FBI,
but for the purposes she and Fox Mulder had in mind, it would
suffice. Scully hadn't occupied the place for months. Only
her mother was seen entering and exiting the place lately,
and Mulder and Scully were considered dead.

"Coffee for everybody, I insist." Dana Scully brought a large
coffee pot, milk, sugar and cups into her livingroom. "I know
this is rather sudden, and I'm glad you could all make it on
such short notice."

"I just hope you have something we can use this time," Kersh
shook his head, as he poured milk into his coffee. "They
have tightened security as well as the screws around the
Bureau."

"Kersh is right," Skinner added. "We found that his place was
bugged last week. We removed them and I had my place scanned.
Ditto."

"This whole business bunches up my shorts," Doggett agreed.
"I go over the house every night and again in the morning. A
guy can't even talk to himself anymore, if you know what I
mean."

Mulder smiled at him reassuringly. "Yeah, I do know. I went
through it five years ago and shot the man who was
surveilling me. So, what do you think about the proposals
Scully and I have laid out?"

Reyes spoke out first as she knew the men were all itching to
have the first word. "And you think you and William will be
safe if we use this information over the efforts of the
Consortium? I don't know if all this can be pulled off."

"Well, the sooner the better," said Mulder, "because I say
they're going to move pretty fast to prepare for 2012. The
clock is ticking away."

"I think we'd better move on it as soon as we can get the
technologists on it," Skinner replied, wiping his brow. "Mass
production and testing of the vaccine will take time, and they
must never find out what is going on. Never."

"And finding and mining enough magnetite, let alone figuring
out how to employ it is going to take a lot of effort as well,"
Scully added. "But it's worth it if we want to win. And we all
know WE WANT TO WIN!" What an impassioned plea from one who
was once not a believer.

"Thanks, coach. We needed that," Doggett said, with his
dead-pan look.

"John," Monica cautioned. "This is your life, our life, not
just theirs. Show some enthusiasm. Sometimes I think you need
more hope than they do!"

"I just want to KNOW we'll win. I am not one for games, not this
time around. I want 100% assurance that nothing will go wrong."

"Well, Mulder told him. "We all want that. I'd say we have a
high chance of success. Nothing is ever perfect or entirely
predictable."

"That's for sure, "Scully added. "One more thing. Our focus is
on our son right now. You have the information, we have given
you names of people who will help, lab technicians, experts.
All we ask is that we be allowed to step back and get our son
back home where he belongs."

Skinner had a look of disbelief on his face. No, not disbelief,
shock. "Mulder? You don't want one last kick at your dream?
Your life's work?"

"I have my dream, Sir. I want to go on. Samantha died a long
time ago, we've found the truth, we've given you the
information to fight the future. Now, I would like a real life.
Maybe that's what's been missing all these years. We can ALL
do that once this whole thing is put to an end. One man cannot
do it. All I ask is, can I have a new job if you succeed?"

"Oh boy," Doggett snickered. "A normal one?"

"Yeah."

"Investigating what?" Skinner inquired.

"Kidnappings, violent crimes, and old-fashioned profiling
would be a start."

"Maybe some hostage takings, fraud schemes, interstate
theft..." Scully added. "Just mainstream investigations. What
we were originally intended to do, many years ago... no more
manure piles or telekinetic zombies."

"How would you adjust to that?" Kersh meant it as an aside, a
rhetorical question.

"Gee, I don't know," Mulder replied sarcastically. "As a
psychologist, it would take gradual exposure. What do you
think, Dr. Scully?"

"I think it's a fine idea. Nothing for me to debunk here."

"Well, it's late," Skinner looked at his watch. "I have a
physical in the morning and a lot of paper work. Are we all
in agreement, people?"

There was a resounding "Yes", and the meeting was adjourned.

"Next Tuesday, same time."

"I'll spring for beer," Doggett added. Well, we may as well
pretend it's my poker night, right?"

Mrs. Scully saw the group out.

"I guess it's true what they say," Scully remarked after
everyone was out and her door was locked.

Mulder was puzzled. "About what, my dear?"

"A man is never alone as long as he has friends. You know,
what Clarence the angel said to George Bailey in 'It's a
Wonderful Life'?"

"Come here, you.. I think I hear a bell ringing... If any
angel has earned their wings, it's you..."

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