"No." You plainly state. "We have an obligation, Scully. I expected more than this from you." You end your conversation, flashing her one of your patented heart-melting grins.
Scully looks at you, and sees that you are actually being quite serious. She turns away, leaving, while muttering something about the Bureau's cafeteria.
You begin turning around and around in your swivel chair, staring up at the celing. Before you know it, 15 minutes have passed, and your stomach is warning you of how close it is to being completely empty.
You choose a quiet booth near the window to watch the people outside mill about like ants.
Wait a minute. . . Is that Scully?
You jump to your feet, and rifle through your wallet, taking out a crisp new $10 bill.
Sure enough, it is Scully. She is being lead by Assistant Director Skinner into a warehouse across the street. You run to the door, while the cafe occupants look at you somewhat slyly.
Crossing the traffic-cluttered road, you se Scully and Skinner slip into the warehouse's locked steel door.
You quickly sprint as fast as you can to catch the door
Enter the warehouse
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