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Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2000 09:35:00 -0600
Subject: Myths & Legends by David Ogilvie
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Title: Myths & Legends
Author Dave Ogilvie daveogilvie@yahoo.com
Rating Standard X File stuff so say a 12  Spoilers, don't think so.
Synopsis: Set in Season 6, Scully is assigned to an MI6 agent who is
looking for a killer/assassin who has started killing in the US. 
However
being an X File all is not as it seems.
Disclaimer: These are not my characters and they belong solely to 
those
whose minds created them and of course own the copyright.

You can archive this if you want, just don't change it without 
permission,
thanks.
PS This is only my second piece of fan fic, so please excuse grammar 
and 
punctuation mistakes.  Some feedback would be nice.



Westerton, Washington. 11:09 p.m.
The TV was showing the weather forecast for tomorrow and the 
following day.
George Dollberg got up and went to the kitchen to make a fresh pot 
of 
coffee
for himself and his wife. George a senior vice president at Aries
Technologies was in his late fifties and lived alone with his wife 
in a
secluded estate of ten mansion style houses. His wife Beverly, was 
at her
mothers who had recently been ill so she had probably put her to bed 
and so
Beverly was due home soon. George got the kettle and filled it about 
half
way when the TV suddenly started blaring out some loud rock music. 
George
walked quickly into the lounge to turn the TV down. Strange he 
thought the
volume was at full and the channel had changed. George went back to 
make
the coffee. On the worktop the coffee was ready in its little coffee 
pot
ready for serving. George's heart raced. George called out his 
wife's name
three times, each time louder than before but his wife was not their 
to
answer. George heard the garage door bang shut. George made his way 
to the
garage to welcome home his wife. He went to the door which led to 
the
downstairs garage. George opened the door and called out his wife's 
name
but again she did not answer. George went downstairs into the garage 
and
went to the garage door it was firmly locked and his wife's car was 
not
there. This was strange and his nerves were on the verge of 
collapse. He
went up the stairs and into his drawing room. Once there he went to 
his
desk drawer opened it and pulled out his little snub nosed revolver 
from
underneath one of the files inside the drawer. He put the gun in his 
hand
and turned around.
"That's not a nice way to greet someone, George" said a voice from 
the 
other
side of the room.
"Who, who are you, what do you want ?" asked George his voice full 
of fear.
"Questions, questions, well George I suppose I can answer you." The 
intruder
walked forward and went to the drinks table and poured himself a 
drink. The
intruder drank a mouthful of George's expensive malt whisky. "Well 
George,
my name is Radimov and to answer your second question, I want to 
kill you."
Radimov was in his early thirties, he was about 5,9 tall and wore a 
black
combat suit. He spoke with an east European accent and was very calm 
so far
in his conversation with George.
"I think you should leave or I will shoot you, now leave, now," said 
George.
Radimov walked towards George, a wicked smile was on his face. 
George
raised the gun towards Radimov's head and started shooting. Click, 
click,
click was all George could hear.
"Uh, Uh, Uh, George your little gun seems to be missing these 
bullets," 
said
Radimov with the palm of his hand open towards George. Radimov let 
the
bullets fall to the ground.
"Please don't kill me, I have done you no wrong, please I am sure we 
can
work something out," Said George frantically
George looked at Radimov his eyes were wild with rage and his mouth 
was
salivating. George took a step back. Radimov leapt forward and 
grabbed
George and pushed him to the ground. George began to yell. Radimov's 
grip
on George's arms was immense he could not move. George was fighting 
for his
life. Radimov opened his mouth and his canine teeth had become 
longer he
twirled his head back then ferociously forward in a single swoop 
tore into
George's neck. George wriggled for a few seconds but then his body 
became
lifeless and he was now another victim of Radimov.
Beverly Dollberg arrived back at the house just after 12:00 am, she 
noted
the lights were on downstairs. She realised George would probably be 
up
waiting for her. He was a caring husband, other women may have seen 
it as
being a bit over protective. She parked her car in the garage and 
walked up
the stairs that connected the garage to the house. She shouted out 
George
but no one answered. She went into the kitchen and seen the glass 
coffee
pot near full. Again she shouted George, but still no response. She
thought he would be upstairs in bed listening to Wagner on his 
headphones.
She proceeded to walk upstairs as she got to the top of the stairs 
she
turned round and screamed. The beige carpet was full of blood 
stained
footprints. Her footprints but whose blood? She shouted out for 
George
fearing the worst, quickly she ran down the stairs following the 
footsteps
she had made. As she entered the hall a heavy pool of blood she 
could see
emanating from the drawing room. Beverly slowly opened the door. 
Beverly
screamed and screamed.
"George, no please God, no God, no, not my poor George."
From the quiet avenue of the secluded estate the screams of Beverly 
Dollberg
rang out into the moonlit night.


FBI Building Washington. Assistant Director Kersh's office.
The office was as it usually was, not well lit and the little light 
that 
did
come through the blinds was directed into the eyes of the person 
visiting
the office. The office reminded Special Agent Scully, who was the 
person
in the visitors chair, of an interrogation room and this was brought 
out
more so by the unemotional face of her interrogator, Assistant 
Director
Kersh. Scully had been summoned to the office for a new assignment. 
She
had been given a file and had flicked through a couple of pages when 
Kersh
interrupted.
"So what do you think ?"
"Well Sir, it's a very interesting case but perhaps it would be more 
suited
to Agent Mulders attributes, this is more his specialist area."
"Mulder is currently involved on a case at present."
"Yes Sir, I know, but any agent could do what he is doing now," she 
said
suggestively, well aware that Mulder was involved in a case that for 
him
would be mind numbingly boring. Mulder was checking out a woman who 
was
involved in credit card fraud.
"I do not have the time to go about changing agents for cases, just 
because
one agent is sympathetic to another agents plight."
"Yes Sir," said Scully aware that there was only so many times she 
could
argue with her superior in the one conversation.
"Anyway agent Ramsey is in the building and I want this case wrapped 
up a,
s, a , p, ok."
There was a knock at the door and agent Ramsey walked into the room. 
Ramsey
was tall, a little over six foot, with black hair and was smartly 
dressed 
in
a charcoal suit. He observed the layout of the room and headed 
towards the
front of the desk of Kersh.
"Good morning, Assistant Director Kersh, I'm Lewis Ramsey, MI6."
"Good morning, agent Ramsey, pleasant flight ?"
"Yes thanks," said Ramsey
"This is Special Agent Dana Scully who you will be working with her 
during
your time here." Scully stood up and shook his hand. He was about 
the same
height as Mulder but was more broad shouldered with a more muscular 
build.
The two of them exchanged pleasantries and then both sat down in the 
chairs
in front of Kersh.
"I had requested agent Fox Mulder be assigned to me," said Ramsey
"Mulder is unavailable at this time," said Kersh
"I thought in the interests of diplomacy between our two countries 
that it
would be most helpful for agent Mulders expertise to be used in this 
case."
Ramsey looked for a reaction to what he had suggested.
"As I said Mulder is unavailable at this time, however if you are 
here 
later
in the week when Mulder is expected to be finished his current case, 
then 
in
the interests of diplomatic relations he will be at your disposal."
"Understood," said Ramsey. "Well I am sure Special Agent Scully will 
be 
just
as adequate for the case." Ramsey looked across and gave a small 
smile to
his new partner which was reciprocated with an even smaller smile.
"Agent Ramsey, here is some information that came in an hour ago, 
it's a
possible lead for you." Kersh handed Ramsey a brown file. Ramsey 
opened
the file and looked at its contents. Ramsey stood to his feet.
"It looks like a positive lead, so I don't want to take up more of 
your
valuable time," said Ramsey with his hand out stretched to say 
goodbye to
AD Kersh.
"Well don't let me keep you, if you have any problems I am sure 
agent 
Scully
will be able to rectify them for you," said Kersh with a look which 
hid
the thought that he was glad to see the back of his guest from 
across the
pond.
Ramsey and Scully left the room and proceeded to the corridor that 
would
lead them to the elevator and to Scully's car. On their way down to 
the car
they chatted briefly.
"So why did you ask for Mulder specifically," asked Scully.
"An old friend of his from his university days said that he was a 
promising
criminal profiler with some abstract ideas on a persons motives for 
the
crimes they commit. It was this break from the norm that I was 
looking for.
Do you know Mulder."
"Yes, Mulder and I have been partners for several years. Of course 
you are
right when you talk about him having unconventional ideas concerning 
a
persons actions."
"Well I suppose if you have worked with him for so long his openness 
to new
theories has rubbed of on you?"
"Sorry, when it comes to me and Mulder, I believe in science fact 
not
science fiction." Scully pressed the elevator button and within a 
few
seconds the doors to the elevator opened, and they got into the 
empty lift.
Scully pressed the button for the car depot. "Having read the report 
on
this case, I don't see much more than a man who has went from being 
a mass
killer to a multiple murderer and being motivated from political 
ambition 
to
commercial gain. Am I wrong?" asked Scully as the door of the 
elevator
opened and they proceeded to the car.
"No, but if you look at the way in which he now kills his victims, 
you 
would
ask the question, what was the trigger for such a transition?" 
Ramsey 
opened
the car door and sat in the passenger seat of the car.
"Well tell me what you know about him, what's your picture of him." 
Scully
started the engine and began the journey to the morgue.
"Ok then. Dariusz Radimov, Commanding officer of a regiment which 
was
heavily involved in war crimes during the Bosnian Conflict. No known
family, described as ruthless, single-minded and self-driven. 
Articulate
and intelligent with a keen interest in East European history and
literature. Wanted by NATO for war crimes. Has escaped capture by an 
SAS
snatch squad sent to arrest him and also evaded capture by other 
agencies.
Has ceased being involved in conflicts of war and has been 
positively 
linked
to the murders of two highflying industrialists and six other 
possible
murders. General consensus is that he is now working as an assassin 
price
$5 million dollars fed through electronic banking to multiple 
accounts.
Arrived in the US three weeks ago using a doctored French passport. 
Method
of killing, tearing of jugular vein by teeth. Also victims were 
badly
mutilated afterwards and suffered severe head and body cavity 
trauma. No
weapons other than his bare hands and his teeth were used."
"I suppose he is just your average homicidal maniac."
"Quite."
Scully drove the FBI car to the back of the Washington city morgue 
car 
park.
The two agents headed into the mortuary.
Scully and Ramsey headed for the mortuary a route she had been many 
times.
"Hi Max, I believe you have a body for us, one George Dollberg."
"Hi Dana, yes he's here, came in this morning, he's been positively
identified, but there been no autopsy yet. Do you want a hand with 
it,"
asked Max.
Scully looked at Ramsey who as yet not said a word. Ramsey shook his 
head
slightly to indicate no.
"No it's fine Max, I'll handle this one myself, I'll tell you when 
I've
finished."
"Ok, see you later Dana," Max gave a smile towards Ramsey. Ramsey 
just
nodded back at Max, who thought this guy can't be much of a talker.
Scully and Ramsey opened the doors to the autopsy room and 
immediately
Ramsey locked the door behind them. Scully looked at Ramsey for an 
answer.
"Did n't see a do not disturb sign," said Ramsey quietly.
Ramsey went and got the body from storage and then put the body on 
the
trolley cart. Scully got changed into her green surgical scrubs and
accessories. The body was covered and the pair lifted the body onto 
the
autopsy table.
Scully pulled back the cover over the body. "Oh my God, I've never 
seen
anything like this," said Scully taken aback by the sight in front 
of her.
The head was bloodstained with deep lacerations on each side of the 
face.
The neck was torn out on the right hand side. His shirt was torn 
open and
from the sternum down to the lower part of his abdominal cavity it 
was open
and its contents largely missing. Scully looked up at Ramsey for 
answers.
"From first impressions I would say this man has been cannibalised."
"I've seen this sort of thing before, eight time before." Ramsey 
looked at
the body and deep into the cavity in front of him. "You'll find that 
his
heart, liver and probably kidneys are missing."
"Ok, I'll check that out," Scully coughed and said "What's that 
stench."
"We have never been able to figure that out, it has been present on 
all
previous victims." Ramsey went to the wall cabinet and grabbed an 
empty
small container, he then got a spatula and went over to the body. 
Just
between the crevice of the shirt and neck, Ramsey noticed a drop of 
opaque
saliva. He scooped it with the spatula into the empty container. "I 
know
this is a little bit out of the scheme of things, but after 
identification
and external examination, could you please do the toxicological
examination."
"Why."
"Please just for me, run with me on this, please."
"Ok, it's your call."
"Thanks."
Ramsey then went and sat on a wooden stool out of Scully's way. 
Scully then
started the tape recorder. Scully spoke about who the body had been
positively identified as, one George Dollberg, aged 58. She then 
proceeded
with the rest of the examination. Scully completed the initial part 
of the
autopsy. She then started on the task Ramsey had set for her. She 
took a
little of the sample and ran it under the microscope. Scully fiddled 
about
with the magnification and then gave a puzzled look at Ramsey.
"I think your sample has been tampered with. There appears to be an
non-human element in it."
"May I," Ramsey got off the stool and approached the microscope. 
Scully
stepped aside. "Yeah you are probably correct, what would you say it 
has
been tainted with, just out of curiosity?"
"Well my initial guess would be wolf or jackal, but I would have to 
check a
book to be certain."
"That's fine, you can carry on the autopsy as you see fit."
Scully carried on with the rest of the autopsy and just over an hour 
later
she was finished.
"So Ramsey, what now?"
"Well do you want to go for something to eat?"
"Ok, I have this autopsy report to type up, lets say give me an 
hour."
"That sounds fine, you name the place and I'll pay."
"Alright, I'll type this up downstairs in the office and what will 
you do?"
"I am a little tired, and would n't mind taking a nap in the car to 
adjust
to local time , do you mind?"
"No, go ahead, are you sure you don't want to go to your hotel and 
make a
fresh start tomorrow?"
"No, I would prefer a nice meal and perhaps some conversation with a 
good
looking woman."
"Well I'll see you in an hour." Scully walked away. She was taken 
aback by
this out of the blue flattering comment. During their time together 
so far
Ramsey had been vague, yet here came this direct statement.
Ramsey watched as Scully turned around the corner of the corridor. 
Ramsey
went back into the autopsy room. He collected the specimen of saliva 
and
put it under the cover of the body. He wheeled the body out of the 
room and
into the corridor. Wheeling the trolley along the mortuary corridors 
to the
incinerator. He followed the directions he had seen earlier and was
surprised no one seen him.
The incinerator room door was open and he pushed the trolley inside. 
The
incinerator was on, so it was unattended, he knew someone would be 
back to
watch over it. He opened the incinerator door and lifted the body, 
what was
left of it. Someone was coming there was no option but to proceed.
"I'm Randy, can I help you sir," said a young sounding voice from 
behind
Ramsey.
Ramsey turned around quickly, He was smiling pleasantly. The name 
Randy,
a quite American name, which in UK slang meant horny, always 
childishly 
made
Ramsey smile. Ramsey looked at the young man. There were few options 
as to
how Ramsey would proceed, killing was the hard option.
"I am going to destroy this body, $200, you have seen nothing."
"Make it three."
"You got it, now help me here."
Randy obliged. The body burned in the intense heat. Ramsey thought 
for a
split second about throwing Randy in. Randy held his hand open, 
Ramsey went
for his wallet. Instead he quickly pulled out his gun. He held it to
Randy's head. Then pointed the barrel for Randy to follow. There was 
some
cabling on the floor. Ramsey ushered Randy to sit down. Ramsey then 
tied
Randy to a pipe that was running up the wall. He then pulled out a
handkerchief from his top pocket and stuffed it in Randy's mouth. 
Ramsey
put his gun away and pulled out his wallet. He took money from it 
and put
it in the pocket of Randy's overalls.
"There's your money. You have never seen me and you have never seen 
a body
being put in the incinerator. If you give a description of me to 
anyone,
that will be the last $300 you will ever make, OK. Someone will find 
you
soon."
Randy nodded. His blue overalls had a deeper shade of blue around 
the groin
area. Ramsey gave a sympathetic look towards Randy. Both knew what 
had
happened.
Ramsey walked to the car. Inside he listened to the radio for a 
while.
Then he made a phone call on his mobile phone. The call was to his
superior. Ramsey spoke about how the case was going.
"The body I can confirm was a victim of Radimov. Sir the body", at 
this
point the door opened and Scully stood their. "The body has been 
cremated,"
Ramsey said and then turned of his mobile phone.
"Do you mind telling me what is going on here," said Scully in a 
stern
fashion.
"What do you mean?"
"Dollberg's body has gone missing and you are talking about bodies 
being
cremated. Now what is going on here!"
"Get in."
Scully walked around to the drivers door and got in. She sat down 
and
looked at Ramsey her face slightly red with anger.
"Wolf"
"Pardon me"
"The specimen contaminated by wolf or jackal. It's a wolf"
"Radimov you said killed these men, not some wolf."
"Radimov is the wolf. Sorry, that should be is a wolf."
"I don't believe in werewolves Ramsey. From the short time I've 
known you,
I did n't think you did either."
"I wish Mulder was here."
"Yes, well you are not the only one."
"Listen why don't we go for that meal now and I will fill you in on 
the
details."
"This should be interesting." Scully started the car and headed for 
the
restaurant.

The pair arrived at Michele's, a little French restaurant. The place 
was
fairly brisk with people. However there was a booth free and Ramsey 
and
Scully ordered a main course of their liking and a bottle of wine.
"So do you care to explain." Scully sat back in the seat of the 
booth
looking at Ramsey
"Ok what I am about to tell you is very hush-hush stuff, do you 
understand.
Scully nodded. Ramsey took a sip from his glass of wine. "Two years 
ago a
four man team of SAS men were sent to arrest Radimov for war crimes. 
The
operation was sanctioned by NATO. The unit monitored Radimov for 3 
days,
until one night he settled with a small army of his men, mostly his 
personal
bodyguards, in a farmhouse on the outskirts of a village called 
Tarishka, 
45
km south west of central Bosnia. The unit decided that the chances 
of a
successful capture was good and final clearance was given for the 
operation.
At 0100 hrs the SAS men moved in. At around 150 ft away from the 
building
heavy gun fire was heard from inside the building. Very shortly 
after
Radimov was seen escaping in a Jeep. The team leader decided not to 
open
fire on Radimov and therefor let him go. They decided to investigate 
the
farmhouse. The unit moved in, wearing full combat gear. Strange 
sounds
were heard from inside the building. The unit split into two, for 
front and
rear door entry. 0104 hrs Delta Three Zero unit of the British 
Special Air
Services stormed the building. The team approaching from the rear 
opened
fire within fifteen seconds of entering the back door. One soldier 
was
dead, the second told the others with his dying words of a creature
attacking them. The two soldiers coming in from the front witnessed 
what
appeared to be a blood bath in the front room of the farmhouse. They
approached the hall then one of them opened fire, the second officer 
fired
in the same direction. They managed to kill the creature. They 
approached
the creature it was like nothing they had ever seen before. It was 
described
as being about five feet tall, black fur, wolf-like and walked 
upright.
One of the officers touched it with the end of his assault rifle. 
Then
without warning the other officer was grabbed from behind and thrown 
against
the wall. The second officer pulled up his rifle and went to open 
fire. A
second creature tore into him, within seconds his protective combat 
vest 
had
been ripped from his body and the officer received near fatal wounds 
to his
torso. The first officer opened fire, the creature lunged at him. 
The
creature and the officer fought to the death. The officer firing a 
full
magazine and the creature using its teeth to rip into its adversary, 
within
seconds both were dead. The second officer lay dying in a pool of 
his own
blood. Using the little energy he had left, he made a request for an
extraction team to collect him. An extraction team was sent and 
arrived at
the location five hours later."
"Did he make it, did he survive," asked Scully with an inquisitive 
look.
"The officer survived and gave an account of what happened."
"So what happened next."
" The British Government and NATO launched an investigation into 
what
happened at Tarishka, however the investigation proved inconclusive 
and a
cover story was contrived to explain for the death of the officers. 
The
surviving officer was relieved of duty from the SAS."
"So what about Radimov, are you saying that this creature bit him, 
and he 
is
now a werewolf," said Scully shaking her head in disbelief.
"Radimov is not a werewolf, but something happened that night, that 
would
change him forever."
"And Radimov, does his bite contain a communicable virus?"
"The saliva that we found has no way of transforming its victims, 
its just
that the British Government do not want the DNA it contains to fall 
into
anyone's hands."
"Wait, wait, what about the surviving SAS man is he running about 
the UK
killing anyone."
"The soldier died in a motorway crash, a month after the incident.
Admittedly his DNA had altered but there is no evidence that he 
killed
anyone."
"So what's your story."
"Well I was assigned to track down Radimov after he started killing
prominent businessmen. MI6 don't usually spend our time on detective 
work,
however this case came from on high and I had no alternative to take 
it."
"I suppose you will need a silver bullet to kill him."
"I don't know about that, but a good head shot is all I'm after."
"So what next."
"Well after this meal, a good nights sleep."
"I mean how will you find him, surely he will be long gone."
"Yes possibly, but we will check Dollberg's company and any rival 
companies
to see who hired Radimov."
Scully agreed. They both tucked into their meal and exchanged in 
small talk
for the rest of the meal. They both sat drinking their coffees 
slowly.
During that meal Ramsey and Scully laughed and talked about things 
other
than work. Scully had never met an agent or a government employee 
who was
so interesting. Ramsey had not met an American woman like Scully 
before, a
woman who seemed so relaxed and so at ease in his company.
"Well Scully, I must say I have enjoyed tonight."
"Yes me too. I'm glad we did n't talk about work all night."
"Waitress, can I have the cheque please," Ramsey said to the passing
waitress. "Yes, I like a woman who is a good conversationalist," 
Ramsey
said to Scully. Ramsey looked at Scully his face now quite serious. 
He
turned towards the door.
"What's wrong."
"He's here. Radimov." Radimov was at the door accompanied by a 
gentleman in
his forties.
"He looks a bit different to the photo you showed me."
"It's him."
"Do you want to take him now."
Before an answer could be given, Ramsey had stood up and headed 
towards the
door. Radimov seen his adversary coming. He pushed his companion 
into
Ramsey's path. Radimov left the restaurant. Ramsey shouted to Scully
"Arrest him." Scully told the gentleman not to move. Ramsey got 
outside,
Radimov was running and had a head start on him. Ramsey chased and 
pulled
out his gun. Radimov had already withdrawn his gun and fired a 
couple of
shots at Ramsey. Ramsey jumped behind a parked car. He got up to 
return
fire, but when he did he saw Radimov get in a taxi. Once again 
Radimov had
evaded Ramsey's clutches. Ramsey headed slowly back towards the 
restaurant.
"I guess you did n't get him."
"Good guess, Scully. So who is the sharp dressed man, " said Ramsey 
looking
at the gentleman who had entered the restaurant with Radimov.
"He's not talking," said Scully
"Well that will change, lets take him downtown as they say," said 
Ramsey,
who picked up the man from where he was sitting and bundled him out 
the
restaurant.

FBI Building Washington
After sometime interrogating the suspect the duo of Scully and 
Ramsey found
out all they needed to know about the man they had arrested. His 
name was
Martin Philips, his company OPL Inc were involved in a take-over of 
Aries
Technologies and George Dollberg was the stumbling block. George was
against the take-over, so Philips hired Radimov to kill him, to make 
the
multi-billion dollar take-over go smoothly. Ramsey and Scully went 
to the
outside of the FBI building.
"Well, that went quickly."
"Yeah, I guess when you think you can play hardball with the FBI and 
MI6,
you are sadly mistaken," said Ramsey rather smugly. "Look lets call 
it a
night."
"Right, well I'll see you here tomorrow. Are you sure you don't want 
a
lift."
"No I'll take a cab. So 9 a.m. ok with you."
"Yes, Goodnight Ramsey."
"Night, Scully." Scully drove home and Ramsey caught a cab to his 
hotel.

Agent Scully's Apartment
Scully arrived at her apartment at just after 2 a.m. It had been a 
long and
intriguing day, in fact just like a normal day with Mulder. A day in 
which
you start off in a normal world, where you can deal with what life 
throws 
at
you and end up in a world of myths and legends, where you just don't 
know
what is going to be thrown in your direction.
Scully went to the fridge and got some milk to make a drink of hot 
chocolate
before bed. She put her jacket in the wardrobe and then went back to 
the
kitchen to check that the milk had not boiled over. Fortunately it 
had n't,
she poured the hot milk into the mug with the chocolate powdered 
mixture 
and
gently stirred the drink. She walked into the living room of her 
apartment.
"Hello, Special Agent Scully," said Radimov his right hand holding 
her FBI
ID and rather more worryingly his left hand holding her handgun.
Scully dropped the mug onto the floor. "How did you get in here, how 
do you
know where I live."
"For a government agent you are n't very security conscious, you 
should 
have
put the chain on your door. Secondly after escaping your partner I 
went 
back
to the restaurant and followed you two to your FBI HQ, then after 
you left
Lewis, I followed you here." Radimov threw the FBI badge to the 
floor and
from his jacket pocket pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "I suppose 
these are
for your work," said Radimov smirking. "Well sit over there, on that 
wooden
chair." Scully sat down on the wooded chair. Radimov told her to put 
her
hands behind her back, which she did, then he pulled her hands 
through
either side of the slat in the back of the chair and handcuffed her, 
she 
was
now handcuffed to the chair.
"What are you going to do with me."
"Well killing you is a definite possibility."
"You said Lewis, you know him well."
"Oh Lewis and I are old adversaries, we have a lot in common," 
replied
Radimov who went to the window. He surveyed the street it was quiet. 
"I
suppose he has told you all about me." Radimov walked around the 
room, he
looked at the pictures on the mantelpiece of Scully's family."
"Yes, he's told me how you were a war criminal and how you have 
started
killing for money."
"I suppose he has told you that I am some sort of werewolf, agent 
Scully.
What do you think about that."
"Yes he did, but I don't go in for fairy tales, you may not be a 
werewolf
but you certainly are a monster."
Radimov had picked up a picture of Scully as a kid. "Agent Scully,
sometimes fairy tales are based on fact." He turned around to face 
Scully.
Radimov had transformed into some grotesque creature. His face had 
mutated
slightly. His eyes were black like crude oil and the white parts 
were
bloodshot. His mouth seemed to be bigger and his teeth were like 
those of a
wolf. His hands had become longer and so were his fingers and finger 
nails.
"So, agent Scully, have you heard the tale of little Red Riding Hood 
and 
the
Wolf."
"Yeah, he gets killed by the woodsman," said Ramsey. Ramsey looked 
at
Scully to see if she was alright and then spoke to Radimov. "I knew 
you
would come here." Ramsey had his gun pointed at Radimov.
"I came here to get to you. I suppose you have arrested that idiot 
Philips
and cost me a couple of million dollars plus some shares in his new 
company.
Well I need now, to get some satisfaction in other ways don't I?" 
Radimov
was standing behind Scully. "Perhaps I should kill this red head, is 
she
worth $5 million."
"Leave her alone. Are you alright Scully?"
"Yes I'm fine," said a visibly frightened Scully becoming all the 
more 
aware
that Radimov was not completely human.
"You like her don't you, you like this American woman?" Radimov ran 
his
long thing claw-like finger along Scully's chin. Scully lifted her 
head as
far away as she could from his touch.
"No, No, I don't, she is just a work colleague."
"Oh come on, Lewis don't forget I can tell, or should that be smell 
the
attraction between you two. I'm sure you can smell it yourself." 
Radimov
took in a deep breath and laughed at Ramsey. Ramsey denied what was 
being
said. Radimov looked deep into the eyes of Ramsey. "She does n't 
know
does she. Well, well. Agent Scully do I detest you."
"Yes, you make me sick and your breath smells."
Radimov laughed loudly, still beside Scully. "Agent Scully, no Dana 
seeing
as we are now so close, shall I let you into a little secret. Your 
new
boyfriend suffers from the same affliction as I do."
"Your lying," said Scully, she looked at Ramsey then back at Radimov 
,"You'
re a liar."
Radimov put his hand around Scully's throat and squeezed it to the 
notice 
of
Ramsey. "Lewis show her."
"No, let her go," Ramsey Reaffirmed his stance with the gun pointing 
more
determinedly towards Radimov. He knew that one shot may not kill 
Radimov so
Scully would be in danger until Radimov was away from her.
"I am losing my patience Lewis," he squeezed tighter.
Scully tried to draw breath. Lewis Ramsey put his gun down on a 
small table
that was near the entrance to Scully's kitchen.
"Sorry Scully," said Ramsey as he lowered his face. Lewis started to 
clench
his fists, the unclenched them and put his hands at his side. Scully
noticed his veins coming to the surface of the skin. He slowly 
growled,
then there was the painful and chilling sound of bones cracking. 
Scully
looked at his hands, slowly but surely they were growing right in 
front of
her eyes. His nails like Radimov's, turning into razor sharp claws. 
Scully
could just make out his forehead, his face was bubbling, the muscles 
on his
face were either expanding or contracting. Ramsey cocked his head 
back and
faced both Scully and Radimov. Ramsey let out a consistent animal 
roar, his
metamorphosis was complete. His appearance was more terrifying than
Radimov's.
"Very impressive Lewis, very, very impressive," said Radimov, he had 
never
before seen Ramsey transformed into the beast he was. Radimov had
underestimated his nemesis. He let Scully go.
"Ramsey is that you, can you hear me," said Scully still trying to 
take in
what was happening around her.
Lewis looked at her almost as though he could n't understand what 
she was
saying.
Ramsey seizing the opportunity sprang forward, with his right hand 
he 
pushed
Scully in her chair to the ground. Quickly in the same leap he went 
to grab
Radimov. Dariusz Radimov still carrying Scully's gun managed to let 
of a
single shot before Ramsey twisted the gun from Ramsey's grip. The 
gun fell
to the ground, however the single shot hit Ramsey in the gut. Such 
was
Ramsey's new found strength, that the bullet had no obvious affect. 
The two
beasts started wrestling in Scully's apartment.
Scully lay on the floor trying to wind the chair around to the front 
of her
body. Theoretically this was a simple manoeuvre , but physically it 
was
proving impossible.
Ramsey in the battle of the beats seemed to be having the upper 
hand. Both
animals were reigning blows and biting furiously at each other. 
Radimov
managed to push Ramsey off him and onto Scullys bedroom door. Such 
was the
force that the door came clean of its hinges. Radimov went in after 
Ramsey.
Scully meanwhile, finally got the chair around to the front of her 
body.
The key to her handcuffs was in her jacket pocket, which 
unfortunately for
her was in the bedroom wardrobe. She decided the only way to free 
herself
was to smash the chair of one of the protruding wall corners in her 
living
room. This chair was one her grandfather had made himself as a young 
man.
Scully grabbed the chair and smashed against the wall. "Sorry 
Grandpa,"
said Scully her face looking towards heaven Scully could hear police 
sirens
from outside. She quickly found her gun that was lying on the floor 
and
picked it up and headed for the bedroom.
The bullet and its affect seemed now to be having a bearing on the 
outcome
of the battle. Radimov was on top of Ramsey on Scully's bed.
Scully shouted "Freeze Radimov."
Radimov the beast, turned towards Scully who was standing in the 
doorway
with her gun pointed at him. He looked at Ramsey then instantly, 
animal
like leaped towards Scully. Scully without hesitation fired the 
automatic
pistol. Radimov in mid-flight, was hit on the forehead with the 
bullet.
His body fell like a stone and landed at Scully's feet. She used her 
right
foot to turnover Radimov's body. He was dead, finally he was dead.
"Ramsey are you OK," said a concerned Scully. She walked over to her 
bed.
Ramsey lay on the bed still in his beast-like state.
"Yes." His voice a low quiet growl. His clothing ripped, with deep 
cuts and
lacerations everywhere, his bullet wound was bleeding heavily.
"I assume you are the SAS man who survived Tarishka?, said Scully 
now
sitting on the edge of the bed. She took a small hand-towel from her 
bedside
cabinet and pressed it against the bullet wound to stem the 
bleeding.
"I am sorry, I am truly sorry I lied." Slowly he was changing back 
into the
Ramsey she knew. "Scully, I want you to kill me, I don't want to 
live my
life like this. Please shoot me."
"I can't, I won't," Scully said tearfully. She could understand the 
pain
and the torment he was going through.
Ramsey saw Scully's gun was lying on the bed beside Scully. He took 
it and
placed it in Scully's hand. "Please Scully, please."
"Police, Police open up." Outside were the Washington Police 
Department.
From outside the apartment a single gun shot was heard.

FBI Building Washington, Special Agent Scully's Desk.
"Good morning Scully," said a surprisingly cheerful Agent Mulder
"Morning Mulder."
"I heard you had an interesting time while I was away. James Bond,
international assassins and shootouts. Care to tell me about it," 
said an
inquisitive Mulder sitting against the edge of Scully's desk.
"Sure Mulder, do you want to go for a coffee?" said Scully grabbing 
her
jacket.
"Yeah sure, the coffee in Arizona was terrible," said Mulder 
standing up to
escort Scully out of the room.
Scully went to turn off her computer. She noticed she had new mail. 
She
opened the message. It read simply:
Scully thanks
A new friend
LR
Scully closed her mailbox. She smiled radiantly then said to Mulder, 
"Come
on I'll treat you to some decent coffee."
The End

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