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My job had the old annual holiday party this week. I'm sure it was a lot of fun. I had fun for the whopping hour I was there. I'm making a note to myself, never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever go to my sister's house on the day I have to go to a party except to have her style my hair on the way there. I was so annoyed I almost didn't go. But I spent too much money on an outfit, hair and nails to bother. (Okay not that much the prices at H & M are reasonable but the hurt I caused to my poor feet with the running around… But I digress, moving along…) I did go to the after-party so not all was lost. And I so enjoy laughing at the antics of the drunk and stupid. Especially when said stupid drunk is a supervisory type. I'll be surprised if he showed up for work on Friday. I wonder how holiday parties are at the FBI. Of course with all those people packing weapons an open bar is probably out of the question. (Okay so it's not the most subtle of segues.)
On to the "show…"
Two Fathers (4): Look Who's Coming To Visit
Abbreviations to date:
Dr. Eugene Openshaw: DO
Nameless Doctor: ND
Cassandra Spender: CS
Cigarette-Smoking Man: CSM
Agent (Return to Sender)Spender: RTSS
A.D. Skinner: SK
Nameless Basketball Player: NBP
Mulder: M
Scully: S
Number of times I refer to (Return to Sender) Spender by
Mulder's usual epitaph: 2
Number of times Mulder calls Scully by her last name:
1
Number of times Scully calls Mulder by his last name: 2
St. Marks Medical Center
Arlington, Virginia
CSM enters a room where a badly burned DO is lying in a hyperbaric chamber.
DO: I expected you sooner.
CSM: I've been at the train yard. I'm trying to tidy things up. <I had to find the freshest doughnuts.>
DO: The overkill will be hard to divert attention from. But not as hard as from Cassandra. You have no idea, do you? Cassandra is a success.
CSM: [shocked] No, she can't be. Not now. <Hmmm. Me thinks that you really didn't want your little scheme to succeed. One would think that these "brilliant" men would be better at sabotaging the research.>
DO: I had prepared a syringe for her as agreed. But the rebels came. <What are the odds that the syringe contained something deadly rather than something like oh say pain killers.>
CSM: [realizing] They saved her to expose us.
DO: She's the key to everything.
CSM: I won't let her out of our hands.
DO: They will run medical tests on her. It's only a matter of time. Cassandra must be terminated.
CSM looks off] <Speaking of terminations…>
DO: They will come and question me.
CSM: I know. [CSM and DO look at each other] I'm sorry. <Yeah right!> [CSM turns a knob that shuts off the oxygen to the chamber.]
DO: A man should never live long enough to see his children or his work destroyed. <Some men's work needs to be destroyed.>
CSM watches as DO begins to have trouble breathing.] <Surprisingly CSM doesn't light up during this scene. I guess even he doesn't want to risk getting blown up.>
Silver Springs, Maryland
[Large mansion. The phone rings. The Second Elder (2ndE) picks up the phone.]
2ndE: [on phone] Hello.
CSM: [on phone] Have you heard the news?
2ndE: [on phone, looking out the window] No.
CSM: [on phone] The rebels have struck.
2ndE: [on phone] Where?
CSM: [on phone] In Virginia. During one of our medical procedures. <That would be using the words "medical procedures" in the loosest manner possible.> They killed the project doctors. Burned them.
2ndE: [on phone] All of them?
CSM: [on phone] Yes. Dr. Openshaw died in the hyperbaric chamber this evening. <After you cut off the oxygen.>
[Orderlies move DO's corpse being wheeled out of his room covered in a sheet.] <Oddly enough the staff moved faster for the corpse than they did for the man when he was dying.>
2ndE: [on phone] My God. <The pretence of carrying is a mite disingenuous don't you think?>
CSM: [on phone] I've called an emergency meeting of the Syndicate. Only the future rides on our response.
2ndE: [on phone] I'll be on a plane.
As he hangs up, the door bell rings. He opens the door. The man looks like DO. Clearly as we just saw his corpse being wheeled out he is not.
2ndE: [surprised] Dr. Openshaw? <You're looking good for a dead man.>
Faux Dr. Openshaw (FDO): I've come to see you.
[2ndE reaches out and scratches off FDO's face. Underneath, we see that it is actually a faceless Alien Rebel. (I'm not going to give each alien rebel their own name. They all look alike. I can't tell them apart.) The Alien Rebel grabs the 2ndE by the throat as the camera pans up. We see flames rising up and hear screaming.] <Ouch!>
To be continued…
Note to self: If St. Marks Medical Center in Arlington, Virginia actually exists, do not ever allow anyone to take you to this facility.
What's up with this St. Marks Medical Center. DO is in a hyperbaric chamber. He's attached to a heart monitor. CSM turns off the oxygen, DO's heart starts racing and… No one shows up to check the monitor. Are you kidding me? These people moved faster to pick up the corpse. This has to be the worst hospital on the planet! I wouldn't even want to go in to pick up a band-aid.
I don't understand the Syndicate. CSM talks about their brilliance. I suppose if one hangs around complete imbeciles, and you find a couple of people who have a modicum of sense, these people might seem brilliant in comparison, but it doesn't make them the brightest bulb in the box by any stretch of the imagination. This group of men are dumber than dirt. I don't get it. Okay, you decide that you're going to work on a hybrid. But if you succeed then colonization will begin and you don't really want that to happen. So what would most people do? Pretend to do the research and spend the money on booze or something. What do the brain trust do? Work on the actual research and succeed! Argh!
Here's a group of people I would never have come over my house. Every time one of the shows up at another's door someone ends up dead. These people are only allowed to visit my worse enemies.
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