From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 01:01:39 -0500
Subject: Placing Blame (SERIOUS Gunmen series spoilers) by Surreal
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Placing Blame (SERIOUS Gunmen series spoilers)
By Surreal 
Feeback:  Dude, go for it:  surreal666@hotmail.com
Rating:  PG
Archive:  Are you kidding?  If you want to do anything
with this, be my guest.  It's just a ranting, after all.
Spoilers:  Written in reaction to my viewing of "The
Lone Gunmen" trailer today.  Man, I am so 
freaking excited about that series, I'm about to 
wet myself.  
Disclaimer:  Yeah, Chris Carter still owns them, but 
since we won't get to see them until, like, January, I'm
taking incentive and having some fun!

***Warning: If you haven't seen the trailer, go to
"Proof Undeniable" and GET IT!! Otherwise, why 
are you even reading this?  It won't make any
sense!***

    "What the hell is wrong with you?" Frohike 
yells.
    Great, now he's blaming ME.  Like it's MY fault
the harness broke.  It's not like he didn't have some
warning; I mean, he was six feet off the ground, he
had time to catch himself with his hands.  He didn't
have to land on his face.  And Langly was right there;
he could have done..I don't know, ANYthing.
    "Christ, you drop me right in Spender's lap, and you
think he's going to take it lightly?  Next time, *I* do
the rigging, and you punks don't touch the equipment. 
And YOU!" he spins around and points an accusing 
finger at Langly, who has the nerve to look surprised.
Well, at least it gets the heat off of me so I can try 
to figure out a way to talk us out of this one.
    "It was YOUR job to keep them away from the 
office!  Weren't you paying attention?  Jesus, why do
I let you guys talk me into these things?  It should 
have been *Ringo* here dangling from that death trap
he built, not me..."
    Okay, time to tune Frohike out.  How can we convince
the FBI that we are innocent civilians?  Stupid Spender.
Why did he have to show up?  He already hates us; I'm 
sure he's cooking up a great story for his superiors.  
Wonder who he reports to...Kersh?  Probably.  Skinner?
God, that would be interesting.  At least he knows us;  but 
is that a good thing?  
    Grrr...this jacket is driving me nuts.  Freaking nylon.  
Itches like crazy.  I look at Frohike.  He's wearing the 
same thing I am, but appears to be too absorbed in 
yelling at Langly to be bothered by his clothing.  All black, 
and very tight.  Hmmm, I can hear Mulder now:  "Well, pick 
out something black and sexy and prepare to do some 
funky poaching."  Sigh.  Yeah, right.  How much longer 
do we have to sit in this stupid room?  What are they 
doing, taking a vote on how to ruin our lives?  
    "...BYERS!  Are you listening to me?"
    Oops.  He's back to yelling at me.  "Yeah, I'm listening."
Sigh.
    "How could you not notice someone screwing with our 
network?  Didn't you set up a layer of firewalls?"
    "Yeah, I did.  There are other poachers out there 
besides us, you know.  They just...I don't know how they
got in!  They just did!"  Now I'm starting to get mad.  Why 
didn't I leave the hacker stuff to Langly?  How did we 
end up in that position in the first place?  I mean, I would 
fit in better with all those feds, and we could have used 
Langly's much faster fingers on that system.  You'd think 
we would have learned by now.  
    Frohike finally sits down and thumps his head down on
the table.  I think he's done, at least for now.  He knows
they are watching us and doesn't want to get into our mess
too heavily until we get back to headquarters.  There's 
something to look forward to.  
    
    We all look up when the door finally opens, over an hour
since we were caught.  As expected, Spender leads the 
pack, followed by (answer to my earlier question) AD
Skinner, looking less than pleased to see us.  
    Following Skinner is an agent I don't know, and then...
oh, crap.  We're toast...we are SO dead.
    Scully.
    She is even less happy to see us than when we showed
up at her desk and told her Mulder was lost at sea in Bermuda.
    I look at my, well, I guess 'accomplices' would be the 
correct term at this moment.  They've both dropped their
jaws, which I'm sure is the mirror of my own expression. 
I can't believe they would let Scully get involved with this!
    Despite being in a room with six formitable men (so to 
speak), Scully takes control.  "All right, boys.  What have 
you done this time?"

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The end...of this random story.  Wonder what really 
happens?