Late to the Party
Characters: Fox Mulder & Dana Scully
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Landing Pad --- cutting through ---- > The Culpeper Garden
Relative Date: Evening on the day after most people arrived.
Status: We be FINISHED here, mon.
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Mulder's leg bounced up and down as he looked out the window of the helicopter, chewing thoughtfully on a sunflower seed. He certainly hadn't been expecting a flying escort, and he was wondering exactly how high up this new contact of his was on the food chain. He swore that they'd actually been flying over water, though it was too cloudy to really tell. He figured this was big though -- the moment he'd sighted that black, unmarked chopper waiting for him, his pulse had quickened. It highly resembled the same helicopters that had chased him and Scully away from a secret government testing site months before. He knew he had to be cautious, however. This could easily be a trick, yet another layer of deception.
Or maybe... just maybe... he could find himself one step closer to the truth. And if there were even the smallest possibility of that, he knew there was nothing on earth that could have kept him from hopping into this helicopter.
There was a beeping noise on the seat beside him. He glanced down, and saw a simple black phone-like device laying there. He glanced up front, at the suspiciously quiet pilot.
"Looks like your last guest dropped their cell phone. You leave the blindfold on them or something?" he said, with a wry chuckle. The pilot met the attempt at levity with stony silence. The beeping continued. Mulder looked down at it, then once more at the other man. He gave no sign that he meant to even favor Mulder with a single glance. "Real big on establishing atmosphere, these guys," he muttered to himself. He reached over and turned the phone over on the seat, flipping it open surreptitiously. He pressed 'ok' and the beeping stopped. The pilot, again, seemed not to notice. He fiddled with it for a few moments, but it seemed key-locked. He wondered, suddenly, if this had been left here for him. After considering for a moment, he dropped it in his coat pocket.
The helicopter finally landed, and Mulder leaned out, examining his surroundings with surprise. A castle? This was... new. He turned back to ask the pilot something, but he was already starting the chopper back up. "Hey, buddy, where's the welcome committee?" he asked, but it was lost in the growing noise. He quickly backed away from the chopper, holding a hand up to shield his eyes from the dust stirred up by the blades. He squinted at the helicopter as it rose into the air and then disappeared out of sight.
"Huh," he said, bottom lip jutting out to the side, as he looked back at the enormous castle. He had flashbacks of the well dressed British man who had offered him information several months ago. Maybe these were friends of his. He couldn't shake the bad vibe, however, that he was getting from the place. He pulled out his regular cell and tried dialing. Putting it up to his ear, he cursed, as a high pitched noise shrieked out of it. He slammed it shut. Was this place jamming signals? There must be a reason... Someone trying to hide from satellites?
That meant someone with something to hide. He pulled at his suit jacket, straightening it, and picked up his small briefcase. He figured he'd better go make it known that he'd arrived - although he was assuming they knew already.
Rating: PG
Time Period: Modern
Location: Landing Pad --- cutting through ---- > The Culpeper Garden
Relative Date: Evening on the day after most people arrived.
Status: We be FINISHED here, mon.
--
Mulder's leg bounced up and down as he looked out the window of the helicopter, chewing thoughtfully on a sunflower seed. He certainly hadn't been expecting a flying escort, and he was wondering exactly how high up this new contact of his was on the food chain. He swore that they'd actually been flying over water, though it was too cloudy to really tell. He figured this was big though -- the moment he'd sighted that black, unmarked chopper waiting for him, his pulse had quickened. It highly resembled the same helicopters that had chased him and Scully away from a secret government testing site months before. He knew he had to be cautious, however. This could easily be a trick, yet another layer of deception.
Or maybe... just maybe... he could find himself one step closer to the truth. And if there were even the smallest possibility of that, he knew there was nothing on earth that could have kept him from hopping into this helicopter.
There was a beeping noise on the seat beside him. He glanced down, and saw a simple black phone-like device laying there. He glanced up front, at the suspiciously quiet pilot.
"Looks like your last guest dropped their cell phone. You leave the blindfold on them or something?" he said, with a wry chuckle. The pilot met the attempt at levity with stony silence. The beeping continued. Mulder looked down at it, then once more at the other man. He gave no sign that he meant to even favor Mulder with a single glance. "Real big on establishing atmosphere, these guys," he muttered to himself. He reached over and turned the phone over on the seat, flipping it open surreptitiously. He pressed 'ok' and the beeping stopped. The pilot, again, seemed not to notice. He fiddled with it for a few moments, but it seemed key-locked. He wondered, suddenly, if this had been left here for him. After considering for a moment, he dropped it in his coat pocket.
The helicopter finally landed, and Mulder leaned out, examining his surroundings with surprise. A castle? This was... new. He turned back to ask the pilot something, but he was already starting the chopper back up. "Hey, buddy, where's the welcome committee?" he asked, but it was lost in the growing noise. He quickly backed away from the chopper, holding a hand up to shield his eyes from the dust stirred up by the blades. He squinted at the helicopter as it rose into the air and then disappeared out of sight.
"Huh," he said, bottom lip jutting out to the side, as he looked back at the enormous castle. He had flashbacks of the well dressed British man who had offered him information several months ago. Maybe these were friends of his. He couldn't shake the bad vibe, however, that he was getting from the place. He pulled out his regular cell and tried dialing. Putting it up to his ear, he cursed, as a high pitched noise shrieked out of it. He slammed it shut. Was this place jamming signals? There must be a reason... Someone trying to hide from satellites?
That meant someone with something to hide. He pulled at his suit jacket, straightening it, and picked up his small briefcase. He figured he'd better go make it known that he'd arrived - although he was assuming they knew already.