TITLE:JUNGLEHEAT (1/2)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: April 25, 1997 to May
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: "The X-Files" is the creation and exclusive property of Chris
Carter and 1013 and FOX.
I'm just burrowing the caracters in it.

SPOILER WARNING: None, I think.
RATING: * Warning: NC-17 but not all the time.
CLASSIFICATION: T, A,R

SUMMARY: MSR and Skinner/Maggie (it's not that he couldn't have had a
stunning one, etc. but in this line of story it couldn't be.) - A Crash in
two ways. A jungle adventure. And a Sequel to Dark Shadow in a way but it
can be read totally without reading the previuos one.

CONTENT WARNING: Anti Mulder and Scully Romance shippers
be warned and bag out . The story is mine and I love them together. And
there are some very bad things too which happened in a way or other in which
some high rank people were involved and forgotten as so many things and not
such in this country.

COMMENTS: And please excuse any spelling and so on errors again, English is
not my native language, neither remotely, so don't shoot me because of it.
In this one I'm showing you a bit of my new home country.
But the most important of all, I wanted Fox and Dana once here. They are no
CIA so I had to put them somehow here, there's
when me came this very idea.
I hope you enjoy it as well as I did in writing it. Well, the most part I
loved to write and it was getting all huger as I intended.
They wouldn't have so much trouble here as there, there are toomuch true
believers here and a lot of UFO sightings as well and surely strange stuff,
in good ways and in very, very bad ones, as some I relate here, which give
me the creeps and I will show you the two ways. But beside this it's a
wonderful country, turist all the time come back or stay forever as it's a
country full of contrasts and horrondeous things happen everywhere in all
continents. Sometimes I think, we watch toomuch news or they forgot, they
could bring sometimes good ones.
I hate unfinished stories by the way, but I think, if I post these parts I
finished, I will finish the rest most surely quickly. I'm still waiting for the
sequel to Going Nowhere. I almost had a shock when I perceived in the end it
wasn't finished yet. I'm still waiting, and waiting , and waiting......
GIMME THE REST.

Please distribute it as you wish, just keep my name.
XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF XF Part One

"JUNGLE HEAT"
by marianne mailto: marianne@coastalway.com.br

WASHINGTON DC
FBI HEADQUARTERS
Edgar Hoover Building
Friday, June 6th
08:55 am
First Day

"Mulder, you look like shit."

"Thanks, Scully, nothing as a good morning greeting in this pleasurable way,
to lift someones spirit." Said Mulder and sat widelegged in his chair,
throwing by the way his trench coat over an archive in the corner, but
missed it, then leaned forward and put his chinn in his hands and observed
Scully through heavy lids.

"You're welcome, and," said Scully arching an eyebrow. "You're late! Again!"

"Sorry, but traffic was as usual a headache. And I couldn't sleep. My new
neighbor was nothing but reforming his apartment in the middle of the night.
It had to be. There were bangs and hammering just on my side all night."

Scully did comment nothing to that. Only raised her eyes in a faint.

"We have a meeting with Skinner in exactly 5 min. So arrange yourself.
Arghh." Scully looked disguasted at him.

"What?!" asked Mulder with his puppylook disfarcingly looking down his suit
jacket if there was something wrong with it. No, just great a little rumpled
perhaps but not so bad.

"Give me a break, Mulder. And I have to put up with a guy with the worst
taste in ties all over the world, or so far Galaxy."

"Scully, that's the rarest of all. I had to pay more than 100 bucks for it.
It's unique." Said Mulder really hurt.

"You paid for it? Mulder, I think you need a shrink. Now let's go before
Skinner has an attack. Well, with this tie he would've one anyway."

As they entered Skinner's office, he was standing at the window, lost in his
own mind, with his hands burried in his trouser pockets. But turned soon
around when he heard them, he was back to work nearly more than a month now,
after his kidnapping experience in April.

"Agent Mulder, Agent Scu..." he began but frowned in the middle as he looked
better to Mulder, and continued, shaking lightly his head, "lly. There have
been strange occurences and killings with some drugdealers and kids, where
also the New York's Mafia is involved and, " he made a pause as his eyes
glanced again at Mulder's tie, "so far it's more in a X-File." And handed
them some files which Mulder grabbed rapidly.

'Finally a new X-File' he thought but thinking that it was odd that the
Mafia was involved and not so pleased as it dealed with kids.

"You're plane takes off in exactly one hour. Your contact in NY will be
waiting at the airport there. If there are any questions, it's better to
make them now." Skinner said with a stern voice.

"An hour?! No, sir, we're on our way."

As Skinner was alone he sat frowning in his chair and suddenly began to
laugh out loud. Only Mulder to wear something just that awful.

He was feeling much better, but still had nightmares holding him awake at
night. If it wasn't for Maggie and his two Spooky agents he would have
feeled much worse.

Weekend had been pleasurable, he went to the theater with Maggie watching
Cat's. Then dinner till late night and much talking. And that was it. He
didn't want to push. He wasn't in a hurry and not certain he was himself
ready for more. He was really thinking in marriage, well, if he could raise
the courage, when he thought in Dana and Maggie's other kids, he didn't know
yet. He didn't have a big family but an older sister and her family.

On the plane to New York
Later that morning

"Scully, you're not going to believe that. This case is really weired." Said
Mulder excitedly and handed her the file he was looking through. On the
other hand, when he took the second file he grewed pale, as he saw the
pictures in that one, Scully looked as well to find out what made him that pale.

"It's as all his indestines exploded inside out. I've to check that, I've
never seen something like that either." She said and took the file from his
hands. "You should really take a little nap, Mulder. There's still a couple
of hours till we get to New York." She was really a little concerned with
him. Lately he was getting very odd to her. She couldn't quite decerne what
it was, as well he was so cheerful she could sense his eyes more then once
locked on her to, when he saw she perceived it, look away as if it was
nothing. On the other hand it could be because of her cancer, but it hadn't
developed anymore, 'till last week. It was not cured as they meant, but she
didn't tell him that. She had promised herself to let him in the dark in
this one till she couldn't hide it anymore. He had suffered toomuch the last
time she told him.

She observed him as he slept beside her in his seat, he had definitifely too
deep ringlets around his eyes. It was time he got more sleep.

She sight, thinking then of Skinner and her mother, she had been shocked at
first, but her mom was still young and deserved to be happy, and if it was
Skinner she wanted so it'll be. Who was she to say something on the
contrary, but that it was wired it was, after all, when she saw him on
office festivisties with women, they were always the tall stunning ones.

She always thought, she had time enough to grew up her own family, but time
was getting short. And it had almost been short for Skinner as well. He was
just a strong man and nevertheless it had happened to him too, there was
always someone bigger, like the goverment. Some tried to help but were soon
overpowered by the dark ones. Or you go with the stream or you go under. It
had to stop sometime, but she didn't think she would see it by herself still
in this life.

All through her thoughts she had been observing Fox in his sleep. Fox - when
she was by herself she frequently called him this way. Somehow it was just
like him. How she longed she would have had more than the friendship with
him, 'cause she knew for a long time, that she loved him more than anything
else. In a way he loved her too, but she wasn't sure in what way. As a lover
or a brother or just a great friendschip? She was content, what she had and
wouldn't have it otherwise, or it would be harder on him or his task for the
truth when she was gone. She had felt very desperate before but now she was
calm.

Fox stirred in his sleep taking her away of her referree. He opened his
sleepy eyes when he heard a hostess asking Dana if she wouldn't like to wake
her husband up for lunchtime. He thought that it was really amazing how
everybody thought when they where together that they were a couple.

"The husband is already awaken." He said smiling. 'If I'd've the courage I
would've asked her a long time ago. But with my luck she 'd say no. And
besides, I'm not a great deal, why would she want me? So it's better to
forget it for a while.' In fact carried all the time an engagering around,
and found himself quite silly, doing so, but... .

"So, my beloved husband, should we talk about the case?" Scully said in a
cheerful voice.

"Argh, let me eat first, my beloved wife. Hm, should I? I feel so weak, just
thinking about the picture."

"Oh, my poor sweetheart." A wicked smile was forming on her lips, and put
all files aside. "No more of this till we reach New York, Mulder. We're
already in an hour there."
"Gee, I really passed out."

New York City
FBI-Bureau
17:00 pm

"So far it's all we encountered. The biggest involvment of the Mafia is
through the drugdeal itself, but the abductions of some drugdealers and
children seems coming through another organization. Insofern it's dealing
with some kind of demoniac rituals. But we're stuck." Said the chief Agent
Drexler to Mulder and Scully still pissed of to have been put on by the two
most unwanted of DC. He had heard some weired stuff of these two agents. But
he had made very clear the first hour they arrived who was the boss here. He
had enough heard from Colton to let them have their way to endanger his
case, but they could deal with the demoniac rituals and stuff like that he
wasn't very fond of.

"I want to see the retrieved corps of the abducted." Said Scully in her
tritening professional tone, she had had enough from jerks as this Drexler
to perturb herself with his demanding behaviour.

"It's not a lovely sight, Agent Scully. And..."

"It surely isn't but as a pathologist I'm used to see corpse in all states."
She interrupted him before he could make a chauvinist statement as it looked
like he would since the first instant they came to this Bureau, when he just
looked her from downup they came in. Thank God Mulder had never looked her
as she was a silly woman which liked to play FBI. And she had to hold her
temper.

General Hospital's Morgue
Two hours later

Scully took off the rubber cloves and turned distrained to Mulder who was
sitting outside the room after the first hour. It hadn't been a pleasurable
sight at all, when he took the first glimpse of the corpse of one of the
boys which was found buried in an abandoned ground at Southside he felt
really sick and threw all but his guts out. He felt still miserable and was
still hunted by his memory cursing it as it would be impossible to forget
for him as all such other horrible things he had seen since his FBI assignment.

He watched Scully take the rubbercoat off in a slow motion and could see in
her eyes she was feeling as hunted as he.

"Mulder, the victims were in the most part of the sacrifice or what it was
alive. Who for Christsake could do something as horrend as that to a human
being?" Scully said in a still shocked voice. Mulder stood up and embraced her.

"Let's call it a night, Scully. I'm really exhausted." Suddenly he became
aware, he embraced her and shortly stood away pretending to keep walking as
if nothing had happened at all. But it felt so good, he had to struggle more
often to keep his hands off her. He couldn't help, it happened unconscious,
as to make himself sure, she was still beside him.

They headed to their rented car and he drove to the hotel.

End of part one

TITLE:JUNGLEHEAT (2/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: April 25, 1997 to May
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br

Part Two

Southside NY
Monday, June 9th
10:15 pm
4th Day

The first leads had drawn them to this site. Mulder and Scully were hunched
behind huge boxes at a little private airport outside New York City used for
charges of some private enterprises. From far away they could makeout a
transation being hold. They already had called for backup. Mulder tried to
move closer to the group as he felt a guncane on his temple.

"One move and your dead", said a man in a foreign accent, he never had heard
before. "Stand up, you too over there, "he addressed to Scully's hiding
place, "or this puppy get's it."

Bevore she could move, she felt herself a guncane at her temple giving her
no other chance as to accomplish with the order. They were shoved afar the
group, which didn't perceive the movement on the other side of the warehouse
behind the huge boxes and were lead to a room. Mulder tried to retrieve his
gun but was soon knocked out by his captor and fell unconcious for a moment.
One of the men stayed, with the gun pointed still at them. He observed them
silently as they were him. A foreigner, but they couldn't decerne from where
as he was darkblond but with dark eyes and marron skin not just by sunburn,
handsome in a different way. Soon after the other came back with nylonropes
and began to tie them together.

"Stay with them, Jorge, till the boss decides what to do with them." Said
the man with his strange deep accented voice. He eyed the couple for a
moment with a strange interrest, took them each by the jaw observing them
well and hissed some words in a foreign language in an odd form recembling
spanish and left.

"Well, I hope for you two he doesn't want you for his sacrifices." Jorge
said to them.

Mulder was already stricken to know more and was going to ask some questions
as the other came back and also another fat welldressed man.

"Who are these two? Search for identification." The fat man said. "Very
inoportune hour for you two to show up."

"Feebies, Senhor. Foxi Muldér and Daná Sculi." The huge one said
misspronouncing their names.

"FBI? No good." He observed them for a while and comunicated with the others
in the foreign language rather quickly.

"Well, Mister. I'll warn you, it's not a good idea to treat FBI agents."
Scully said trying to intimate them. She didn't like the look the huge guy
was giving them.

"This I know, my bella redhead." and left saying to Jorge. "Do what I said."

"Sim, senhor." He answered and took a bottle and a handkerchief out of a
drawer and held it first on Mulder's nose and mouth and then over Scully's
saying. "Sweet dreams dear Foxi and Daná."

Warehouse in the Private Airport
11:45 pm

"Chef, what do we do with the Fibee puppies?" asked Jorge eyeing the
unconscious tied couple in the corner of the warehouse.

"Throw them into the big transatlantic case over there and then into the
plane with them. They have to disappear from the USA with no trace. There
Soares can see to them and what to do. And be careful, we want them alive
for the time being." Said the fat man and took the moneycase and left with
the other man.

"João, come here and help me with the two puppies." Jorge said and took
Scully while the other took Mulder over his large shoulders to the big
suitcase.

"Put him first in,... well, so, that's right." He said under his breath, as
he took a white nylonrob from a near box and tied the two special agents
together that they laid interwined as two lovers, João then took the funny
tie from the guy as Jorge wasn't looking and put it in his trouserpocket,
that's America he laughed to make ties such as this one. He surely liked it.

A lovely pair Jorge thought to himself, and was happy it wasn't him to kill
them, he was no killer he was in there just for the money and while there
was no other way. This would be the last time, he had to handle with drugs
so he hoped, but it wasn't an easy one to get out, beyond all, when you
lived in the middle of all. But he decided to take his luck in his hands,
when he was back home and search for another city to live, in the country,
where no one would find him with Sarah. Perhaps a little farm, with the
money he had been able to save, there would be a chance, for a new life,
still it was bloody drugmoney, but after all, he never killed someone he was
just the driver when much. But he perceived, that his chef was thinking to
put him in another position, as he was studied and not like João an
Analphabet and a lot of the others which could poorly write. Till now he
managed to stand out of it.

On the Airplane
Tuesday, June 10th
04:55 am
5th Day

"Mulder, wake up, "said Scully shakely. She was really concerned with him.
With his luck he had surely another contusion and the sticky air in this
box, or what it was, wasn't helping either.

She could make out the steady brumming of the airplane they were on. She had
woken up about an hour ago she guessed, but Mulder was still
unconsciousness, and she couldn't move an inch, but was happy it was her on
top and not him. But much more, and she would have to deal with
claustrofobie, lack of fresh oxigene as well and throwing up, as the box
they were in rocked a bit by the steady motion of the plane. It seemed to be
held in the air. She tried to wake Mulder again, and finally she heard him
grumble and trying to stretch.

"Outch", he said when he felt the nylon rob itching in his wrists, and as he
opened his eyes he saw simplesment nothing at all. There was just the
rocking motion.

"Scully?! Scully?" he called her first and then because he could feel a
diminutive body over him. "I always wanted you in this position, but that is
ridiculous, that way there wouldn't be fun at all." He whispered still
feeling very dizzy.

"In your dreams, Mulder, in your dreams. Are you feeling OK?"

"So far very well." He said and thought it was rather marvelous to feel her
that near for once. "Just a little headache and... I can't see anything, am
I blind?"

"Well, then I'm too."

"We're in trouble again. I take it. Sorry, I messed up in the warehouse,
Scully."

"It wasn't surely your fault the backup never came, so break up to make all
as your fault as always. We better get somehow out here, before they land
wherever it'll be." She said already trying again to free herself, when she
could hear that the one motor of the airplane began to stotter and than
stop, the airplane began to slender and soon after the other one stopped
too, and they could feel it was about to crash as the plane began to drop
its nose. They held each other very tight as the big impact came, their case
arranced from the holders it was attached and then it flew far away through
a hole in the plane trunc from the crash. They cried with the impact and
then there was nothing.

Unknown Place
05:45 am

Jorge felt miserable. The pilot and the others were dead and he managed it
the last minute to get out of the burning plane, before it exploded till
there was nothing valuable left he could use. As he looked around, he could
make out near a trunc the old huge transatlantic suitcase with the two
puppies in there. He went towards it, and was surprised to see the two still
alive as he managed to open it and just bruised and with some cuts as he
could make out. What a lucky pair. Now they'd just had to travers the
jungle, only that that was the worst part, as no one knew they crashed and
so far'd known where they were heading.

They were awakening with mouns, as he gazed heavyeyed to them still tied
like lovers. He felt very dizzy and had to sit down as they looked back to
him with a steady unfeared starr, but not before they made for certain they
were OK first. He laughed slightly. Surely two lovers. And was happy and
hoped they would succeed to go back to civilization. Even when he couldn't.
With some effort he reached out with his real Swissknife, not a false one
like some chinese imitations which snapped all but your fingers away when
you tried to use them for real. Their feet were nearer, so he freed them
first but when he reached for the wrists off the woman which was almost
crashed by the heavier frame of the tall guy now he felt an immense pain go
through his body and the knife fell to the ground.

"Sorry, the rest you have to manage alone, " he said with a pained voice,
and fell unconscious.

"What a fuck!" exclaimed Mulder with a sigh. "Couldn't he pass out a little
later?" With the feet unbound at least they managed pretty well to get off
the case. It was difficulter to get to the knife. Already on their knees
they let themselves fall to one side and Mulder could gasp it and rolling to
his back with Scully above him he began carefully to cut the rope and
hurridly freed Scully as well. She headed for the uncouscious man and
checked him out, as he awoke and said whispering softly.

"Tell Sarah I love her, please. And that I'm very sorry."

"Rest a little bit and let me check your wound." Said Scully and began to
open his shirt.

"No need. It's really to late." He looked at the two and smiled a bit.
"Nobody knows we're here. So keep going. Find a river and then keep walking
by its margin and sure you will find a village some day, and when natives
offer their food eat it all even if it's disgusting for ... " His voice
drifted off and his hand which was holding on Scully fell limb to the earthy
ground.

Scully checked him again.

"He's dead." She stood up and taking a better look around. They were in a
forest somewhere she couldn't find out. And nothing like the ones in America
at all. It was strangely damp and dense. A real jungle and there were
suddenly strange sounds around just now she was perceiving how silent it had
been until now.

"It seems to be a rainforest, Scully. I don't know where. It can be in
Southamerica or also the islands in Oceania or Asia. It's hard to tell, I've
never been in neither of them, just saw some movies and pictures." Said
Mulder in a whisper, as Scully stood beside him. He really wasn't feeling
well at all and could just think in all the stories he had heard of jungle
expeditions and crashsites never found in the dense forests and above all,
the animals. And he hadn't found nothing which they could use as a weapon
just the Swissknife, but that was really the best as it was one of the
originals but enhanced ones with sew and all. The only gun he had found, was
an amount of melted metal.

"There's nothing here we can use but this blanket, Scully. And there's no
food at all left, and no water." He ended with a sigh all the well
remembering, that he managed to get lost in a simple wood once. He was no
hiker at all.

After they burried the men as good as they could without proper tools they
took what they could use. There was an old backpack in the big case they
were in which Mulder was going to wear.

End Part 2

TITLE:JUNGLEHEAT (3/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: April 25, 1997 to May
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br

Part Three

Unknown Place
Thursday, June 12th
High Noon
Seventh Day

It was the hottest day they could remember in all their lives, the sweat was
running down their bodies like streaming water. They barely managed to put
one foot in front of the other as they hadn't eaten for four days now. Water
they got from the daily rain which soaked them in an instant, but it only
refreshed them for a moment as it seemed after it the air was hotter and
damper as before. When Mulder stopped, Scully plummed in him, as she was
steadily walking as exhausted she was.

"Scully, let's rest. We can't continue without water, and it's Noon. The
hottest time of the day." Whispered Mulder, he already had enough of the
jungle and was really hungry, today he promised himself he was going to hunt
anything down, even if it was a monkey, they heard sometimes. Without any
food they couldn't survive at all. And he was worried about Scully. She was
weaker and very pale. And seemed to be in pain.

They surely looked like they hadn't bathed for weeks and their light clothes
where torn and shred by the thorns and branches all around. Their footwear
was not in a better contition either and soon they had to lookout for
something to wear instead.

Scully plumbsed down with a sigh, she wasn't feeling very well, but smiled
at Mulder who sat beside her.

"What would I give for a hot bathtub right now and a really soft bed, Mulder."

Mulder pulled her to him and he laid back using the backpack as a pillow to
rest.

"Be my guest." He said then and hold her tighter and brushed his lips over
her forehead and kissed her softly. "Am I soft enough, Scully? I couldn't
arrange a Presidents room in the hotel, that's all we got, so far."

The nights they spent on the trees as in the first night they heard the roar
of a big cat roaming towards them and other junglesounds. It wasn't very
comfortable for them and in the morning they could hardly move a limb. Since
the first night, they nestled together as it became very cold at night and
shared the one blanket.

They laid awhile nestled together as Mulder's stomach pronounced itself with
a long roar. Scully looked at his barded face, for a moment.

Suddenly they heard a burst through the bushes and a small animal appeared
they never saw before. It was rather cute with a brown fure covering it all,
little dark eyes and no tail at a first glance. It squicked as it saw them
and rushed back from where it had come. They ran behind it, but it was
already too far to be reached and Mulder decided against throwing the only
knife they had, the strange animal could not die if he hit it and it would
be lost.

"Mulder, we have to make some weapons for hunting, the ones we used to as
kids. Like bows. My brothers and I used to make them down in the woods." The
little adventure made her face shining, in expendence of a good meal. It was
the first big animal they saw till now, that wasn't a wild cat.

Mulder looked around and near a bush he saw some bamboos which could be used
as spears with some cutting. Fervently they went after the items and worked
to accomplish their task as efficient a team as they were as agents and
partners. Then they nestled together again, sitting near the fireplace they
made, exhausted but content. Somehow they would manage to survive, and if
they had to eat worms at all.

FBI Headquarters
Edgar Hoover Building
Thursday, June 12th
High Noon
Seventh Day

Skinner was preocupied with his worrysome two agents. There had been no
trace of them for four days now. They hadn't come back to their hotelrooms
nor to the New York's FBI office. He had just been informed of those facts
by the New Yorker's agents now. No one had thought much about it till now.
He slamt his fist hardly on his wooden table and then hit the button of the
interphone to his secretary.

"Kimberley, mark a flight to New York for this afternoon." He demanded,
startling Kim out of her seat by the strong angry voice.

He was really pissed off, someone screwed up in NY he had to check by
himself. He looked angry up, as his door was opened by no order.

"What are you doing here?" He growled with a fierce stare. For the first
time the cigarette smoking man was taken aback by a look, but recomposed
himself rapidly. "Whatever it is, I don't have time for your crap." And
Skinner pushed him aside taking his suitjacket by the way and headed out the
door without looking back.

The man left behind took a new Morley out and lit it thoughtful. 'It's time
to give him a punishment. He thinks he's too tough. No fear, no power.' And
smirked in a crippling devilish smile.

Outside Society's Restaurant
One hour later

"Maggie, I promise, I'll do what's in my power to find them and beyond. It's
not the first time, they have disappeared. I'll do find them." Skinner said
reassurengly and embraced her in a tight huge.

"I know, Walt. It's just, I can't help but be worried, they just seem all
the time... " she closed her eyes. Skinner gazed at her concerned he's dark
warm eyes showing his love to her that she smiled at him. "It's OK." She
finally said patting his arm. "It's better you go now your flight isn't
waiting. And be careful."

"All the time. We'll be back soon." He said and put her in the waiting taxi
and went back to his new BMW with his luggage and drove to the airport.

New York's FBI Office
Friday, June 13th
07:40 am
Eighth Day

"They called for backup and no one showed up before two hours?" Skinner
growled at the department chief and some agents around.

"Well, Assistant Director Skinner, Spooky... Hm, Agent Mulder ... And there
were the bomb attacks calls..."
The old chief began but lost his speech, as the dark eyes were boring in his.

"SPECIAL AGENT Mulder. I don't know, what you thought you know about him and
Agent Scully, but let me say you, they have more resolved cases as your
whole department all together and I think a backup call from ANY agent is
charged to be followed at all costs. I want you and if it must be NYPD if
you can't handle it in search for the two agents, right now. What are you
waiting for? " he roared standing before them brightlegged and his fists
slammed in his sides as all just watched him taken aback but disperced
rapidly to their tasks. They surely haven't thought that the disappearence
of the two agents from DC would bring the AD himself here and commanding the
search teams as they had been told, they were the most unwanted ones in DC.
In just a twoheaded department.

Skinner sat for a while in the chair of the office he was in recembling his
thoughts. Then he stood up and headed out and roamed to a desk in the corner
where he saw the one agent which was at the airport yesterday night. So far
he seamed the only concerned about his two worrysome agents and he decided
to take him along with him for his own research on the two.

"Agent Plumber, acompaign me, please, to the last known site they were.
Chief Drexler, inform me of all the minute you know about anything,
concerning my agents." And with a nod he left with the young agent behind him.

Unknown Place
Friday, June 13th
Noon
Eighth Day

Late afternoon the day before they found a banana tree, with a half full
bunch of neat little bananas, just as long as a palm each, and they reminded
them more like apples in taste. It was the most delicious dinner they could
remember of after all the forced starving.

They didn't know how much miles they had walked today as the scenario of the
jungle wasn't changing a bit.

"Mulder, I need a break. Just a minute." Scully said totally exhausted and
plumbsed down to the earthy ground. Mulder was all together glad she finally
was giving in a little. He had requested an hour before to take a rest as he
was himself not in a better shape as she was, but as stubborn as she was
they had continued. As they sat quietly by a treetrunk recovering they heard
a faint grunt in a distance. They looked at each other and with a smile they
took their handmade weapons. During their walk they had trained a lot for
hours for this very moment. All armed they pearched near the grunts they
heard occacionally and not long after they saw some other animals as the one
the day before. They were bigger with noses as an elephant in shape but very
much shorter, stammig legs like rinos, a body as a big pig and hooves like a
cow and that all in one strange animal. Glancing at each other they decided
which one they were going to hunt down. Mulder prepared his spear silently
as Scully was preparing one of her arrows and in a command they threw them
as strong as they could and really hit the one they aimed. It grunted
pained, but with a second throw of a arrow he died mercyfully. Meanwhile the
others grunted paniced and ran away in a rush.

"Scully, we really hit it. Whow!" Mulder exclaimed all excited he had never
hunted an animal before and could only think of the meat they were going to
eat. A real meal, not just bananas.

It demored more than one hour for them till they could eat the first piece
of meat, after they futured out how to begin to deal with all. As Mulder
never had hunted he could only apply what he had read once, which this by
itself was a great help. Scully had some experimence so far, as to not stay
behind her big brothers she had learnt it through the expeditions they made
with her father after much complaining on her part to be included, to the
horror of Missy and half her mother, but was used to her youngest daughters
behavior, ready to learn all and not to stand behind her brothers.

They felt much better and soon after they packed all remaining food as well
as the fur of the strange animal which tasted marvelous. Satisfied they
moved on.

They left signs behind to mark their way to not run in circles as they had
the first day. After all the distraining walk through the jungle they had
ended again at the crashside. It was a hard day.

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Well, they say the truth is out there, so should I go on to write? Feedback
very wellcomed. Well, could anybody help me out in one thing?! How does a
very ugly tie look like? It's very hard to say, as Mulder's ties are very
apprechiated here.

TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (4/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 10, 1997 to May 14
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br
Disclaimer part one.

Part Four

New York PD
Monday, June 16th
09:55 am
Eleventh Day

"Where's the man?" Skinner asked the young agent who worked with him since
the first day.

Mulder's weapon has been found by a young police officer as he arrested a
suspect to a recent murder.

"Follow me please, sir. The suspect is male, caucasian, and has a huge
reportfile by bankrobbing and kidnappings."

The man looked bored up as he heard other cops entering the interrogation
room, but was immediately a little taken aback as he saw a huger one
different from the others in a welldressed suit gazing him with dark fierce
eyes, authority all but written on him. Without peramble the slighly bald
man began the interrogation:

"From whom did you take this gun?"

"Dunno." He answered, to only be seized by his shirtcollar inches from the
fierce dark eyes.

"It's better to remember fast before I get really angry." Skinner said in a
low voice and let him sit back his eyes burning into his very soul behind
his glasses.

Rosco Fellini felt suddendly as his collar was tighter around his neck. What
the hell he thought, let the others handle with this guy.

"I gained it from Dulluth, the French. And that's all I know, man."

Skinner looked at the cops around as one of them nodded him to come out. He
followed but not before turning to the prisoner.

"I hope for yourself, you didn't lie to me, or I'll be back."

Agent Plumper followed the AD out, what the others tried to retrieve the AD
handled in a minute out of the guy. He was impressed.

"Officer Braun, sir. Dulluth is a known weapondealer around here, but we
never could prove it he's too slick. I can take you to him, sir, if you wish."

Skinner smiled slighly, it was refreshing to have sometimes a helping cop
and not the ones, who just saw in the FBI a hindering to their cases, to be
taken over.

Dulluth's Harware Shop
11:10 am

"Well, it's the last time I'm asking. Who gave you this weapon, Dulluth? I'm
really too short tempered these days to put up with craps like you too
long." Skinner really growled now to the short blackhaired man in front of
him, grabbing him by his collar as well.

Dulluth starred a moment into the dark eyes of the huge guy and finally gave in.

"One of the new guys handed it over looking for money, I just bought it from
him."

"What new guys?" asked the young officer from the NYPD.

"From somewhere in Southamerica I guess. I really didn't care and the one
I'm talking is a slighty short brains, if you understand what I'm talking
about. More a lakai for the brainless stuff. I just know his name is Joan or
something like that. Nothing to get short tempered with me, oh man. Feebie,
isn't it?" he recognized after another glance at the two man. Too wellsuit
for detectives. Standard Feebie clothing. "I'm just a taxpayer, all by the
books."

Skinner just watched the short man making him uncomfortable with his gaze
then asked shortcut.

"Where can we find him?"

"He's usually in a bar near the harbor called "Jack's" after 10:00 pm.

"How does he look like?"

"Huge, bigger than you, built as a bodybuilder, dark hair and eyes but his
skin is more marroon than black like a mexican but just another type of face
I can't find out, what distakes him in a way from the others in there. No
problem to be found out."

"I do hope you said all to me, Mr. Dulluth."

"Yope, always handy with you guys. Just a taxpayer. Ye'kno."

"Take him in costudy till we found this Joan." Skinner turned to one of the
agents.

Jack's - harbor quarter
09:55 pm

Skinner, Plumper and officer Braun in his civilian clothes entered the dark
bar. Skinner imponent as always took all the glances to him. Used to this
kind of bars of his younger, wilder years Skinner glanced around and then
approached the bartender.

"Three beers!" he ordered after a glance to his two acompagnions and sat on
the barstool turning and glanced disguized through the guests. He could find
no one coming through the descriptions he had yet and decided to wait a bit
longer they were a little early here.

About twenty minutes later a huge guy entered with a wide smile on his lips.
The description fell on him like a glove.

Skinner's gaze turned rapidly very dark as he saw the tie the man was
wearing loosely around his wide neck. Just like Mulder's ugly one. He lifted
himself from the stool and approached the huge man.

"Hey, are you Joan? We have to talk to you."

"No talk, don't know you. Go out of my way." The man said and pulled Skinner
away from him.

The two other man surrounded him as Skinner hold out his badget.

"I'm Assistant Director Skinner with the FBI, and we have a few questions to
ask you. Please, acompaign us to the district." He said lowly.

"No questions, I said." The man said with a wild look and pushed the agents
out of his way trying to bag out of the suddenly silent bar. Some of the men
in it began to surround the agents but Skinner pulled out his big Smith &
Wesson and called sound out. "Freeze, FBI." That some retrieved, they
wouldn't like to have something to do with the Feebies. And Skinner headed
out behind the huge guy and localized him turning a corner and spurt behind
him. It was well he never negliciented his daily training at the gym and the
jogging around the park and so it was easy for him to reach the bigger but
slower one and pulled on his back hailing him down to the asfalt with no
effort and put him in handcuffs.

Unknown Place
Tuesday, June 17th
Midday
Twelveth Day

They were really lucky in hunting, after the first days. If it just would
grew a little colder. The day before almost a tiny snake bit Scully if it
wouldn't have been for Mulder who threw it away with his speartip. Sometimes
they depart with some snakes of all kinds and sizes and began to look out
more cautiosly. Their shoes were already shred, but they made from the
first animal's fure wrapped mokassins held by ropes. Not the perfect shoes
but it held the thorns away and from their clothes wasn't much left either.

Mulder hated snakes surely more than before. They had almost a heartattack,
as, as they slept for the first time yesterday on the ground, a medium snake
was curled on his trunk as they awoke in the morning, but before he could
move Scully's voice held him motionless, who was tight nestled beside him
with one leg over his owns eyeing the snake before her face which rested
half on his chest as well.

"Don't move. Be quiet or it's going to bite." she said in a very low voice.
"My father always said to us to don't move, so the snake goes away by
itself. It just found our bodyheat to shelter it from the cold nights, so
don't move and breath flat, please."

She could feel his sweat running down then his body. Not long after the
snake lifted its head balancing awhile between their faces and moved away
uncurling itself over Mulder's face and moved out of sight.

Mulder lied stockstill on the ground too shocked to move yet then when
Scully lifted herself from him he began to shudder violently and rolled up
to her side and held her in a tied embrace. God, he hated insects but
reptils like snakes were worse.

They rested again at midday. Numbing from the heat of high noon they sat
curled together for comfort as Mulder heard something which made him quiet
vivid again.

"Scully, can you hear it too? It sounds like the splash of water, a waterfall."

She opened her tired eyes and stood up very fast suddendly all awake.

"Really, Mulder. It comes from the left. We can take a really bath. Come on.
Let's get there." They ran after the splashing sound and suddenly were in
front of a wonderful sight, of a little clear lagoon as well as a waterfall.
Scully almost did splash into the lagoon as Mulder held her afar.

"Not so fast, Scully. Let's check first if there are no animals in there. I
don't want an encounter as the one this morning."

"It's so clear I can see the ground, Mulder, and can't see a single fish."
She took a better look and could make out some little fishswarms peacefully
swarming around as well as some tiny frogs on large leaves with white single
flowers but nothing beyond that. She tried to remember the name of these
flowers and looking around she could make out some orcheeds as well.

"Holy Christ, Mulder. We are definitely in the Amazone rainforest."

"How could you know that?"

"The flowers over there are orcheeds from a type just found in the Amazone,
I had once a boyfriend who was very fond of them and the ones in the water
are nothing but Victoria Regis."

"Now I'm not going into this water really. Don't you remember the classic
"Pirranha"? Or "Anaconda". Not me. Surely not." After a while starring into
the clear water he asked "half" jealeous. "What boyfriend was that to like
flowers."

"Oh, just one on High School, he was a blond blueeyed nice boy."

That caught Mulder in a bad mood. 'Blond and blueeyed, hm. Surely a weakling.'

"He adored botanic, but was too engaged by the football team. I never failed
one single match if I could help it. We can surely find out if there are
pirranhas in here, Mulder. Throw a bit of meat in here, right over there,
but as I recall, they are not in lagoons."

"Sure, fine, whatever." And threw a bit of the remaining meat in. Nothing
happened, neither the little fish advanced the meat. "Well, perhaps there
are no pirranhas after all." He said and turned to Scully and kept
openmouthed. She was already in just her bra and slip and slided joyful into
the cool water. "Do...don't go to far in we never know." He finally brought
out. He felt suddenly very dump standing there, when she was already in the
cool water enjoying herself. She turned to him.

"Mulder, don't be a chicken, and come in, it's marvelous."

It surely seemed.

"Sure, in a minute let me first try to get rid of this beard, it's already
itching." He answered and after he shaved as good as he could with the
Swissknife, he unclothed to his boxershorts and pulled after her. They swam
a little around and began to play like kids until in one Mulder was holding
her from behind to dunk her under as he became all aware of their naked skin
touching each others and slowly turned her over and looked at her. He held
his breath and finally bent his head slowly to meet his lips with hers in a
tender kiss. It was tentative first, and looked for her reaction. She eyed
him startled and when he leaned down again she held him a bit from her, not
daring to believe he meant it really as it looked like.

"Mulder, what's going on?"

He embraced her again and hold her even closer resting his chinn on her head
for a long time and than loosened a bit his embrace and turned her head up
gently by her chinn and looked her deep in her shining blue eyes, brighter
as the hot weather taned her skin so she loosened a bit of the etheral
white. He took her face gently between his hands then and leaned down
stopping inches before her face his mouth almost touching hers and stated
very lowly in a husky voice.

"Nothing, it's just that I love you." His eyes were very bright with an
uncertain gaze somehow in his hazeleyes, deeper, with his delated pupils,
waiting for her answer, as he finally managed to give her the Truth, his
Truth after all. He was astonished by himself he had said it really said it
without talking around.

And finally she could see it in his loving eyes and she leaned on him and
kissed his moist lips. He opened his mouth hungrily slipping his tongue in
search for hers like in a battle. She could feel his hands rumaging back to
her waist, then sliding up and down from the small of her back till the
beginning of her bra and then embrace her tight, she almost lost her breath.

End of Part 4

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TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (5/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 15, 1997 to May
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br
Disclaimer part one.
Distribution, everywhere you wish just keep my name on it.

Part Five NC-17

(Author's note:
BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the pronunciation
they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey so Fox is Foxi i like
the e in be.)
And special thanks to my editor Gwynne in this one (and if he/she answers
Ernest from the next piece on too), who was so kind to help me with my
errors in English and I hope the other ones. I hope you enjoy it.

Unknown Place
Tuesday, June 17th
Midday
Twelveth Day

And finally she could see it in his loving eyes, and she leaned closer to
him and
kissed his moist lips. He opened his mouth hungrily slipping his tongue in
search for hers. She could feel his hands fumbling back from her waist,
then sliding up and down from
the small of her back, to the edge of her bra and then embracing her tight,
until she almost lost her breath.

Finally he released her mouth, only to bend his head again, and kissed and
licked his way down her throat, to her soft
neck and then back to her generous lips.

He pressed himself closer to her, and she could feel his erection
through his
boxershorts on her stomach. Scully wrapped her arms around his neck and
moaned as he stole breath taking kisses all over her body.
She felt dizzy again as the thoughts whirled around her head . But then she
pushed him away softly and looked at him, silently searching through his
eyes , which took on an uncertain gaze. And she saw he felt it was a gesture
of rejection and he began to avoid her eyes.

"Sorry, Scully. I didn't mean to..."

"To what, Mulder? To..." she frowned, did she really love him? She smiled to
herself. Perhaps since their first case, she realized. She leaned on him,
wrapping her arms around his waist.

Love had come like a tender breeze on a warm summernight the first day they
had met. She now knew what was unknown at first, what it was that began to
burn inside the them during that first meeting, and what continued to burn
as the time went on.

But would it be wise to confess her love? She didn't know if this was
the right time for them. Looking back to his tormented eyes, with slight
hope in them, she knew, even when time was short, it was worth it to persue
what she found in his eyes. Wouldn't it be worse never to say to him that
she loved him?
Suddenly determined, she took his face in her hands and bent his head close
to hers to say the only three words she could to express her feelings.

"I love you, too." And she kissed his tender lips with all her soul,
looking deep into his shining eyes and before she closed hers
she could see a single teardrop falling down his cheek fall to their ajoined
mouths, where she could taste its saltiness.

"Quroak."

"Quroak."

"Quroak." They heard all around them, startled. Suddenly aware of where they
were. In waistdeep water for Mulder, but breastdeep water for Scully's
petite form, surrounded by little fishes and frogs, and laughed then.

Still laughing Mulder bent down and took Scully in his arms to carry her to
the earthy ground of the lagoons margin. He placed her carefully on the
outspread blancket he had placed there before, and sat down beside her
unmoving for a moment and marveled at the sight.

"Do you...? "

She laid a finger on his mouth. "SHSH!" And traced the line of his gorgeous
lip resting on his lower full lip. She watched him bend
dlowly down, to touch her still extended arm, then moving down to caress her
wrist down to her shoulders with strong hands. His hands came to a rest on
the fabric of her bra, and then with na asking gaze as if seeking for
permission, which she gave him by running her hands over his lean bodylines
to his waist and traced the borderline
of his wet boxershorts.

He slowly took her bra away and kissed her naked skin at the tender hollow
between her breasts, then took the already errect nipples gently between his
mouth and licked softly first at one, as he played with the other with his
hand and then the other, and suckled a bit at them alternatively. Slowly he
roamed his way up arriving at the goosefeathers on her very sensitive neck
and he could feel her shuddering underneath him.

She could feel his breath on her neck and felt a shudder go through
her, and felt him tremble under her touch. She reached back to his waistband
and slowly slipped his boxershorts away. He moaned with ecstasy as she
stroke him tenderly. That was more Mulder could bear.

"If you don't stop that, I'm coming right now." He said with a husky voice
and slipped her panties down as well. Moaning huskily he urged himself
between her thighs but stopped short of touching her. He first explored with
his fingers, probing her with a trembling hand to see if she was really
ready for him. He was perspiring, trying to hold back, as he felt her hand
guiding him to her opening and encircle his waist with her legs. He finally
entered her slowly till they were completely joined.

They began to move in the ancient motion, and the world seemed to sink in
oblivion as they began to move faster and faster in the rocking motion.

Their breathes increased heavily as they kissed, their tongues battling
with intimate thrusts. Mulder reached down between their joined bodies and
stroke feverlishly her secret point of ecstasy and came violently
shuddering, burying himself deep in her in a last passionate thrust as he
called her name out over and over again with a strangled tembre. After a
while he could feel her shuddering too, making him tremble all the more.

The aftershocks slowly subsided. He remained joined to her, but
turned them around, afraid of crushing her with his larger frame. She felt
so good he could lie here forever, he thought.

FBI - NEW YORK
Tuesday, June 17th
02:30 pm
Twelveth Day

"Assistant Director, I think he really doesn't know where the two agents
are," said Plumper outside the Interrogation Room. They looked through the
onesided mirror to the haunted looking man. It was very difficult to bring a
whole phrase out of him. He seemed more frightened by telling something than
by the arrest itself. They interviewed him for more than five hours,
interrogating him since the break for the night.

Skinner drank the warm coffee with disgust. He felt like throwing the guy
around the room, feeling frustrated. He felt like he was getting nothing out
of him. Throwing the half drunken coffee in the trashbasket, he went through
the casefile, looking for one of the most disgusting evidence pictures. He
reentered the room with Plumper on the tow and threw the picture in front of
the suspect with a hard look.

The suspect stood frightened up bleaching in spite his tanned skin.

"Not my faulti," he said with a trembling voice and buried his
hands deep in his large trouser pockets.

"So tell me what you know," Skinner said without a treatening tone. Perhaps
another approach was in order as he saw the guy was really frightened, not
by them, but what could happen if he spilled out what he knew.

"They can't reach you here, Joan. Only if you don't tell us the truth, I
swear."

"You don't know Donato. He knows everything and can reach me everywhere. The
evil is with him, to make sure of it." He said finally very lowly. "If I
speak, he will get me." There were real tears rolling down his face now.

"Don't be afraid. We will take care of you. Donato won't get you." Skinner
pointed to the picture. "Would you like that what happened to this kid
continue to happen to others? Help us, to help them. And where are my two
agents? YOU took Mulder's tie." He said taking it from the table as well,
shoving it under the other man's frightened eyes.

"I just put them in the big oversea case with Jorge, as the chefi ordered,
they were no deadi no. Donato makes ma...macumba. ...." he stottered with a
harder accent in his voice.

"Where's the oversea case, Joan?"

"I put in the little plane. But plane disappeared, chefi very madi of it. My
friend Jorge was in the plane too. He said he was going to take care of me
back home. I wanna go home, please." He said pleading.

Suddendly his huge dark eyes opened in terror and he reached for his throat
coughing and making choking noises as if he was asfixiated and
grabbed for Skinner's hand in an irongrip.

"Call a doctor! Fast!" Skinner shouted. The huge guy fell to the ground
still grabbing his throat with a fast reddenining face and still holding
Skinner, who hovered over him.

"Donato!" The man struggled with the word.

"Please, Joan. Where are they?"

"Brazil. Dono whe.... Plane fell over Am..." He said struggling with the
words almost uncomprehensible but his head fell hard back on the ground, the
eyes went opaque in terror.

"The doctor will reach in a minute, Sir." Said Plumper as he came back to
the IR.

"Too late, Agent Plumper. He's dead." Skinner said in a grave voice and as
he was going to close the man's eyes he he moved away,
startled. Something was trying to pass its way through the dead man's closed
mouth. The head of a tiny colored snake appeared and it was pushing itself
out of it before the startled men in the IR. They felt showers of cold
chills going up their spines.
Skinner took a wastebasket from the corner and hurried to capture the snake
by it just before it could disappear through the open door.

"Hold the basket down, Agent Powers, if I'm not mistaken it's a coral snake.
Let the snake and the man be examined at once." He said, a tiny film of
perspiration forming on his forehead.

Lark's Hotel
Apartment 66
2:40 pm

The incliner of apartment 68 was passing through the corridor when he heard
strange noises coming from 66. The smell of candles annoyed him a bit. He
was more than glad he was going to leave these surroundings the next few
days. Finally he had found a new well paying job near downtown and a new
apartment in a nice apartment complexe, transformed and divided in four two
room apts. The
new, huge stranger gave him the creeps the few times he had met him.

He hastened his pace]] to his own room. It was better to know nothing around
here, and especially the cause of the strange behaviours of 66.

Donato was bent over a handmade earthenware basin, reaching
for the snake in it. He gently caressed its tiny head with a large grin
on his evil face. Then he put it back down and poured a dark powder over it
in a macabre ritual, and and added a bush of hair from a comb. Suddenly
there was vapor throughout the basin. And as it settled down, the snake had
disappeared without a trace. He said some words
in an unknown language. The candled room went dark and after a while Donato
went out to meet his appointment with the chef.

Coroner's office
05:25 pm

"It seems he has been strangled, but there are no visible fingerprints it's
more like from inside out. I never saw something like that." The pathologist
said to the AD. " Somehow the snake has settled itself in the corpse stomach
and poisened him as well. We haven't found out how this snake got into him.
But ... There was a similar case some weeks ago with a drugdealer as you can
sure recall, only, that time it was a black toad ... with its mouth sewed."

He went with slightly trembling hands to the other side of the room to the
snake in a glass aquarium. "The lab-personel brought it an hour ago. It's
indeed a coral without abnormalities as the one from the
corpse's stomach. There's no explination so far, sir."

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TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (6/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 17, 1997
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br
Disclaimer see part one.
Comments: My special thanks to my editor Gwynne, for all errors in English
sew me not her. Yes, Gwynne, there are big, and put big spiders here.
Fortunately not where I live now (Beachcity :)) but where I lived before
some years, You had to make sure, before you went to sleep, if there wasn't
company. Once fell a iguana on my bed. Who said I could sleep that night:(.
And if you out there thought, the toad with the sewed mouth was a fantasy,
nah, there was one where I lived before, someone put it in our garden, put
it, 'cause we had a wall surrounding all and that was more than 3 meters
high. Creepy enough? I said before, there were strange things around here.
The characters aren't mine unfortunately and there will never be Getsamane,
no sir, surely not, nie, nunca, never, jamais.BDW- The first animal they saw
was a Capivara the first they ate was an Anta.

Part Six

Unknown Place
Monday, June 17th
In the evening
Twelfth Day

They had made love and then played in the refreshing water, throughout the
day. Momentarily forgetting where they were, just enjoying themselves at the
peaceful piece of earth in the middle of the jungle. They decided to sleep
on the ground again, but not without making a large fire to keep all kind of
animals away. After all, it was still the Amazon Jungle, nevertheless the
surroundings were that peaceful for the moment. Far away they could hear the
chattering of apes, some were real howlers. The first nights they had been
very scary, but with time they were used to the dark jungle sounds. From
time to time Mulder or Scully put more wood on the burning fire to keep it
large. It was the first night they could sleep without interruption.

The dark shadows of the night gave place to the clear blue sky they managed
to see through the dense foliage. The place was really amazing but they had
to continue.

By the placement of the sun, they knew it was about 3 pm. They had left
theplace about 10 in the morning and the jungle had become denser ,the
thorns left all the more stratches on their skin.

"Scully, let's rest for a moment." Mulder said, crouching down, leaning his
hands on his knees, he felt a little dizzy.

"What's the matter, Mulder?" Scully asked preoccupied as she observed his
heated face. She approached him. "Geez, you're on fire! Why didn't you say
me you felt bad?" she scolded him, her hand on his forehead and then on his
hot neck.

"I didn't think it. It's just so hot." He said straightening again. It was
really not the best time to get sick, he thought.

"Come, sit down."

They heard a deep snort your sleep not far away, and Mulder got up again.
Scully tried to catch him.

"Let it be, Mulder. Take a rest."

"You know we can't. We are almost out of provisions and if we get weaker we
will never get out of here." He said turning to her, his feverish eyes
locked with hers.

He had a point. It seemed, there should have been a lot of animals in this
jungle, but they couldn't find that much as the occasional predator's howls
and tracks as well, but on the other hand there were all kind of snakes and
other strange reptiles and insects they never saw or heard about.

She prepared her bow and arrow as an answer and followed him to the snorts.
They saw the animal that made them, it was a kind of wild boar with big
tusks, coming out the mouth corners. Mulder prepared his spear and threw it
towards the big dark animal. He aimed well, but the animal turned around,
crazy from the pain it felt on its flanks and saw the two beings hidden
behind the bush. It stampeded towards them, neither blinking as Scully had
threw her arrow but in her haste it didn't enter the flesh well and fell to
the ground, the spear wasn't quite as deep in it either and fell as well.

They ran as fast as they could from the enraged and wounded animal.
Scully saw just one escape.

"Mulder, up the closest tree. Hurry!" she cried.

Mulder reached for the closest branch he could grab and climbed up as well
as he could and fell back as he had circled his legs securely around the
strongest one.

"Scully! Take my hand!" he cried and went cold with panic as he saw
her running around the tree with the big animal in her tow. She grasped his
hands in the last second and he swung her up.

The enraged animal continued to circle the tree and then stopped, looking up
with his wild eyes and grunting furiously.

Two hours later the wild boar was still under the tree, " sometimes grunting
up to them, but finally lost interest and went his way.

"Geez, I thought that ... that animal would never go away." muttered Mulder
under his breath, feeling all the hotter. Scully had placed his head on her
knees and made sure that he hadn't fallen down as soon as they got up the
tree. Fortunately its branches were large enough to
accomodate them rather comfortably, given their situation.

"There went our meal. That animal was dangerous."

"My father said once, a wild boar can be more dangerous than a wild cat. I
never believed him, until now."

"And you just say it now? ... Scully?" he said after a pause.

"What? ..." She held her breath. There was a big dark brown haired spider on
his bare stomach and running slowly up the remaining fabric of his shred
shirt over his chest. "Oh, my! Don't move, please don't move."

"I hate spiders. I hate them."

She looked feverishly around and cut a little branch, and slowly moved over
to the big spider, which was already near Mulder's neck, and with a quick
swipe threw it away. She sighed with relief. This one she knew
very well, it was a Armadeira, in latin, Phoneutria. Her older brother had
had one when they were just kids, it was the most aggressive spider, but not
the most poisonous but could be a serious bite for kids under seven, that's
why her father got rid of it, because it once escaped from its glass
aquarium by accident. He had taken it to the zoo.

Thursday June 19th
In the morning
Fourteenth Day

Mulder had been feverish all night and morning and had felt alternatively
very hot, and some seconds after, very cold. He was shivering violently
again.
She had made a little shelter with large leaves and some branches and
another one for the fireplace and some other branches for it before it had
begun to rain hard. It wasn't the perfect shelter but kept them at least a
bit dry in the continually falling rain.

She had held him tightly all the time, when she wasn't looking for the fire.
It would be the only weapon against the savage animals and snakes and all
the other reptiles, so she hoped at least.

She suspected it could be Malaria by its symptons. She had no medicine,
nothing she could use to help him, except to hold him.

"Sorry, Scully, I messed up again."

"Here you go again." She looked in his feverish eyes and smiled a bit and
kissed his hot forehead. "It's not your fault. It could have been me. Sleep,
later it will be better. Don't worry. It's all under control and I won't let
another creepy animal get near you." She caressed his hair and tried
unsuccessfully to carress away the stubborn lock from his forehead. She
could imagine how she could imagine what people what think of them if they
saw them now. A caveman couple."

"Kiss me, Scully?"

"I really don't think, you're up to, Mulder." She said laughing as she
continued to caress him tenderly.

"Neither do I. Just kiss me. I feel so bad." He said with a boyish
voice, in a beggin tone.

She laid him back down and kissed him tenderly on his hot lips, still
caressing his wet hair. Not long after he slept peacefully.

FBI - NEW YORK
Friday, June 20th
05:30 pm
Fifteenth Day

"Sir, the Brazilian Goverment said there was no news of any crash. But, if
the plane was private, and without a flight-plan it will be
difficult to say anything tangible. And worse, the flight would have
scattered around if it really did crash in Brazil, or crashed over the
Amazon, and then it would be almost impossible to find any trace of it. But
they said they were bringing up some rescue teams at the possible points.
They can't do more." Said Plumper to the man bended over a Brazilian map.

Skinner felt really helpless in this situation. The man's last words had
been, Brazil, the crash and Am which could only mean Amazon, the hugest
jungle full of dangers for his two agents if they weren't already dead. But
he wouldn't believe in it till he saw their corpse in front of him.

An hour ago they had tracked down the man's room in an old boarding-house.
It's owner had made a charge, as the man had left a little dog there, and it
had been barking all night long.

The police officers had found the tourist-visa and passport of the absent
owner and recognized him by the photo. He would remain in their memory for a
while after his strange death.

Joan after all had been João Silva da Paiva de Oliveira, from Rio de
Janeiro, Brazil. The Brazilian Police and Goverment had been very helpful
in the investigation and had provided them with some backgrounds of the
possible drug-dealers. One of them called Renato Alvares Soares.

Lark's Hotel
Apartment 66
08:20 pm

Donato poured a green powder over the earthenware basin, and added a piece
of a fabric. There was vapor throughout the basin again. And as it settled
down, he could see two forms, a redhead and the other brown one for a
moment. So they were still alive, but barely.

It was time for another sacrifice, to strengthen his force. These two were
highly protected. He languished them for his highest ritual. Someday he
would have to get rid of the fat idiot, who called himself his chef. But, he
was still valuable to be kept alive.

He had prepared an old abandoned church in the woods for his new sacrifice,
a streetboy this time, not older than twelve, also he prefered younger ones.
But it wasn't that easy to abduce kids in this country as in Brazil. He was
glad, they were flying back in a week with their new false passports.

End of part 6
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TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (7/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 19, 1997
Email: marianne@coastalway.com.br
Disclaimer see part one.

Comments: As I think sacrifices are very disguasting and shocking I'm not
going to discribe them in all details, 'cause I'm not Stephen King. Just a
little overlook, OK? It's enough to know, they exist and much more terrible
then imagination. For all spelling errors and so on mistakes, blame me and
not my editor.

Part Seven

Abandoned church
Friday, June 20th
20:00pm
Fifteenth Day

The ruins of the old church, hidden in the woods near New York, was
surrounded by a few men in darkred and black cloaks. Just one was all in
black on a high altar.

The man poured different powders over the old stonealtar, where a boy laid
drugged, and murmured in a strange language. He had gathered enough force
from the evil for the sacrifice. The others observed fanatically what was
happening in front of them and sang the words after the one in black. He was
surrounded by vapor and the breeze was cold. Leaves were whirling around the
men and suddenly a golden dagger was held high to the darkening sky. The
sharp dagger sliced the body up in an instant and in the same time the hell
broke out in the form of thunder and lightning. The man in dark drank the
blood he gathered from the body and held it in front of him and one after
another came to drink as well from the golden tass.

The rain fell as in a thunderstorm and the man in dark took his capuz away
reveilling Donato. And as the rain had begun, it ceased. He filled the body
with fruits of all kind and the ritual went on.

His task was fullfilled.

Unknown place
Monday, June 23rd
About 02:00 pm
Eighteenth Day

It had been a hard week. Mulder's fever had been worse from Friday on. He
had lost a lot of weight with the fever and lack of solid food.

Scully tried to feed him when he felt a little better with the remaining
food they still had, but he had thrown up what she gave him. She embraced
him tightly all the time, at least that she could do for him.

"Scully? Water." Mulder said almost unoudible. After three days it was the
first time he pronounced coerrent words. She looked hopefully at him with
some tears in her eyes. She reached for a coconut shelf where she kept some
of the rainwater and gave him little sips. She caressed his forehead.

"Mulder, the fever is lower."

"I feel better, and a little hungry. Are you fine? You look so tiny. Did you
eat? Was..."

"Hey, you're the one who came back to the living. I have to question you and
not on the contrary. And now try to eat a bit of this meat and a bit of this
coconut flesh. It's really good."

"Coconut? That's coconut? Isn't it a bit thin to be coconut flesh?"

"Well, I don't know, but it looks like a coconut, inside. The shelf was
green so, and there was more liquid in it than the ones I buy in the
supermarket. To say the truth, I didn't know it was a coconut till I broke
one on a stone. By the first I lost almost all the liquid. I don't know, why
they call it milk, when it's all like water in appearience. There's more
liquid in them, but the flesh is much thinner, so I made just some holes
with the knife to drink it and to keep rainwater." She explained him while
she fed him. She knew, she was blubbering, but she was relieved and very
happy he had came out from the fever.

NEW YORK Airport
Tuesday, June 24th
11:30 pm
Nineteenth Day

"Listen, Maggie. I swear I'll find them. They are calling my flight. I have
to go now. I love you too. Don't worry too much, OK?" he hung up and checked
in with Plumper.

He knew, the chances were fair but he had to try. After a lot of paperwork
he managed to receive the help of the Brazilian Gov. He had had more
difficulties to surround here than there.

They had found one more time a body of a sacrified child the day before. It
had been left on a lane in New York. Neatly placed on a wooden table just
drapped with a red blanket.

With this it had been the sixth victim of a hiddenuous ritual. He felt still
nauseous when he had seen the body in the coroner's office, the first time.

It had to have an end.

The flight was calm and he had much time to rethink all. He still had
nightmares after his abduction by the huge man. It was difficult to forget
what had happened, but Maggie has helped much. He knew, he was more lightly
raged than before, but he was managing to avoid greater burstouts.

They landed in Rio de Janeiro in the early morning, and as they were
transpassing the customs a handsome Japanese approached them.

"Sr. Walter Skinner and Sr. Thomas Plumper? Welcome in Rio. I'm Detective
Paulo Saiko." He introduced himself in a good English and showed his badge
and turned to the customer in charge and said some words in Portuguese.
"Please, follow me. I'll be your intrepret and guide on your stage here."

They followed him after handshaking and Skinner asked: "Japanese?"

"Oh, no, I'm Brazilian but my grandparents came from Japan. My mother from
Germany."

'Well, that explaines', Skinner thought, as he never had seen a dark
redhaird Japanese.

It was hot when they reached Seiko's car outside. Skinner sat in the
passengerseat while Plumper sat behind, who was looking astonished around. A
redheaded Japanese, a blond African, a curled caucasian, and so on there
were all kind of people around there, and he had always thought, the
Brazilian people were all African types as Pele his favorite soccer player.
The truth was as he saw now, the most were marroon or caucasian and some
very dark or all in one.

Paulo saw him from the mirror and smiled wide.

"I know, it's confusing but interacial marriages are very common here, with
no restriction. And I know you thought because of our King Pele all are
black. All the people think it." He glanced at the man beside him who was
very mude till the first question he had made.

"What's being made to find my agents?" Skinner asked what was the most in
his mind.

"All what's possible, Senhor. But I must say it will be nearly impossible to
find them without an exact flight-route. There are many crashes in the
Amazone and the most part the planes or missing people were never found. If
they are still alive there are other dangers to them, like the wild animals
and the jungle itself. But perhaps they are lucky as some others were as
well." He added, when he saw the man's preocupied face darkening.

Unknown Place
Wednesday, June 25th
In the morning
20th Day

They were really hungry now. There was no meat since Monday. With a sigh
Mulder sat down on the earthy ground, he was still very weak after his fever
and the lack of solid food made him feel all dizzier as he had before. He
observed Scully, she was in no better shape, still she clames she was well.
As always. He was so far, he would eat anything even if it was a reptil.
Indios could eat them, why not they?

They made a fire.

He reached for his lover and placed her in front of him and embraced her
from behind. She leaned on him and he rested his chin on her right shoulder.
He felt the need to hold her all the while to be sure, she was still with him.

She turned her head and observed him. "I don't like your beard." She said
with a smile.

He scraped his chinn forcefully. "Neither do I, it's itching like hell, but
the bardshop was closed, when I got there this morning. There was no water.
I have really to complain, about the service here."

As if at command, it began to rain again, and they hurried to make a new
shelter over the fireplace, before it could estinguish and another for them.

"Well, Mulder, "she began to say as she was kneeling in front of him, "it
seems the direction attended your request of water. Do you trust me to make
the shave?"

"With my life."

"Oh, fine. I really love to bite your chin."

"So, that's what it's all about. I have a cannibal for a lover." He smirked.

She leaned on him that he fell behind and his face in the rain and
perceived, it was intencional and she held his wrists to the ground and sat
on his stomach.

"Sure, and now hold still." She said giggling and reached for the Swissknife.

"Scullybaby, do I have to remain in the rain?" he chocked 'cause it was
raining heavier.

"Scullybaby?! Gee, *Mulderpuppy*, didn't you complain there was no water?
Just a moment, but let me shave you first. Scullybaby!" she murmured under
her breath and began to shave him without any cut as he had managed at the
lagoon.

He ran his hand amazed over his face. "I think I declare you my only
barber." She smiled down at him and slowly bent her head and nibbled on his
cheek and blowed lightly on his sensitive neck. She felt him shivering under
her and with a smile she bite him on his chin.

"Ouch! Scully, that hurts." He complained sitting startlet up.

"Always complaining, complaining, complaining." She said with a smirk,
embracing him and looking deep in his eyes she began to kiss him. He fell
back again running his hands up and down her spine. Neither one was
preocupied at this moment, if there was food or not, too oblivios for the
world around just sensing the need of their flesh and mind for each other.
He rolled around still holding her and now she was on her back and kissed
her deeply rolling his tongue around looking for hers and ran his hands over
her bra removing it immediately.

He bite her playfully on her chin but kissed it then and down her sensitive
neck. Her breath became heavier as his and she hold his head gently between
her hands taking him away from her stomach and rolled away under him to pull
him on his back. She kissed and bite him and removed his shred trousers. He
helped her with hers. She moaned when he entered her.

Finally spent, they laid under their shelter observing the heavy rain
turning soft and finally subside to the sun. The sunshine got occacionally
through the dense foliage, making the drops on the leaves shine in
brilliance. The jungle sounds increased in their beauty and fear. There was
no wind disturbing the slowly fall of the drops to the earth.

End of part 7
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Dear Monica, distribute it as you wish. Thank-you. Oh, for the archives,
it's MSR and some Skinner/Maggie.

TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT (8/16) NC-17
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: May 21, 1997
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br
Disclaimer see part one.

BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the
pronunciation they use here. Joe for ex. comes always out as Joey
so Fox is Foxi i like the e in be.

Comments: Thanks to my editor Gwynne, she is helping me really much with my
English, but as she is in vacation now, the next will com with all the
errors in English, as you are used from me, so don't sew her, but me. I hope
all are still enjoying my story as I am in writing it. I really appreciate
feedback, even to tell me my errors.

Part Eight

Rio de Janeiro PD
Wednesday, June 26th
In the morning
21st Day

Skinner, Agent Plumper and their interprer Paulo Saiko spent all Tuesday
around the several DP's. Today they were at
the main DP, to hear from the Director all they found out about of the
drugdealers and his two agents.

" Senhor Walter, Senhor Thomas, let me introduce you to my chefi, Sr.
Washington Pereira."

Skinner thought it was very odd to be called by his first name, but it was
the common approach in this country. Hardly anyone knew the surname of the
other.

"Washington?" he asked surprised.

"Yes, it's my first name. It's a common name around here." Said the Delegade
with a big smile, his crystal blue eyes were shining out on his brown face.
"Please siti downi. Excuse my badi English, I almost don'ti usei it, since
schooli." He apologized still grinning. What he seemed to do a lot by the
wrinkles on his eyes. When they were all settled down, he sat
down again and observed the huge FBI man with a knowing nod. As he suspected
this one was as himself, looking out for his men. He would do all he could
to help him. But he was afraid, that it would be
impossible to find the two agents in the vast Amazon Jungle. He had lost his
own father when he went hunting, as hunting still was allowed, but he killed
just the prey he could eat there and nothing else, not as a lot of others,
who killed and left a bloody trail behind and removed nothing from the meat
as from one animal. But that was all the same
in the man's country as well in the last century. Just thinking of the
thousands of Buffalos hunted down, sometimes in one day decimating them
without thought.

He straightened himself. "Well, Sr. Walter, we know for sure, that the
dealer's plane crashed on his way to Minas Gerais, where the chefi of the
band, Renato Soares, has one of his ... ahm... Ranch. We have a spy there,
who relates that there have been some searches made by his men at some place
in the jungle, but as suspected, they found nothing of
the lost plane, and the search has been stopped, almost the same week, after
the crash." He saw the balding man's eyes light up as in protest, and he at
once hurried to say, standing up, "But, our search is still on them, senhor.
The Military and Civil Police is doing all they can to find them."

Skinner looked relieved for once, but he had to ask the question. "But,...
for how long the search will continue?" knowing that it was impossible they
would continue forever.

"I have to say the truth, Senhor Walter, as a man who cares also fori his
owni. The search for the two agents will continue fori aproximately one
monthi, but beyondi this,... " he spread his arms with a sorrowful face on.
"... and ifi they're still alive they have to manage it by themselves. But
there willi be still some military survelliance as always. I myself losti my
father to the green wildeness, but there are also many cases where
somemanaged to geti backi." He turned again to the balding man from the FBI.
"Our spy at the Favelas here in Rio has a lead us to one of the sacrifices
rituals. In the last couple ofi weeks, there were a lot of sacrifices,
children, mostly streetboys at the ages between 6 to 10 have be found dead,
from this insanity. They're no longer hiding them from us."

"What can we do to help?" asked Skinner, standing up himself. "We would like
to come along, to break this spell, if it's not too much to ask from you, as
we are allowed here just as observers." He looked sharp
into the Delegate's blue eyes and saw a little twinkle in those shiny and
humourous eyes.

"We go in half an hour to the Favela, where Soares's men live and work, we
go with half of a battalion of MP's for backup. The Favelas are very
dangerous, even for MP's at night. It would be my pleasure if you acompany
us. But,... be careful, I don't want an inquerit if one of you got hurt."

"You bet!" Skinner said, smiling himself, he liked the shorter man all the more.

Unknown Place
Saturday, June 28th
In the afternoon
23rd Day

A Chamaleon was grilling over the fireplace. It was the only animal they
found beyond the snakes and monkeys, and the birds of all shapes were as
well too far away in the high branches. They thought they could never eat
something like that, but the hunger was nagging at their stomachs and it was
still better than to eat the snakes. Two thirds of all the existing snakes
are in the Amazon, so far that Mulder remembered. After the first bite
Mulder found out, it wasn't as bad as he had thought and took another bite,
offering Scully another part of the reptile.

"It isn't that bad, Scully. Try it. Come on." He said smiling widely at her.

She oogled at the piece of meat growing very pale, and was really
happy that they had cut the head away, before they grilled the reptile.
Finding courage she took the piece and chewed it. After all it wasn't that
bad and swallowed it and begged for another piece. Mulder smiled more at
that and handed her some more. He was a little worried about her, she seemed
so much paler however her skin was very tan now. He loved just to look at
her. Her hair wasn't as bad as his, he suspected. He couldn't imagine, how
she managed to have it so neat and in place, when his looked like it was in
all directions. She was the way he always had imagined Jane in the jungle,
after he had read for the first
time the original stories of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs. His father had
the whole collection with earthbound books full of wonderful pictures. They
weren't nothing like the silly movies he had seen in his younger years, and
beyond. If it was going on like that they had soon to run around naked,
there wasn't much left of his Armani suit either from hers and his shirt has
gone for bandages, well, which could still be called as shirt after all.

He stood up and sat behind her, just to hold her in his arms and ate the
rest of the nasty reptile. He wondered, what day it was, they had lost the
track of time long ago, as all days where the same as the other. But he
wasn't as preocupied as he had to be in their situation, just hoped they
managed to get out of the jungle. They sat there for a while with his chin
rested on her shoulders. It was still amazing for him, that she was really
his now, with no restriction.

She nestled herself closer to him and looked smiling up and traced his
jawline with her indexfinger delicately. He turnd his face towards her and
kissed her on her sensitive neck and felt her shudder a bit by the
featherlight touch. But with a sudden jerk she was on her feet, when she
heard a snort.

"Mulder, can you hear it? Come on, on your feet. We have to get it. I'm
still hungry, oh my, I've to have it over the fire." She whispered to him
and helped him up. She reached for her bow and arrows, and he for his spear.

"I just hope it's not another wild boar."

"To low for that, I bet it's a little animal like the one we saw the first
time. What are you waiting for? Hurry! Don't be so loud, it will get scared
away if it hears us."

"Than stop grumbling, shorts." He murmured and hurried after her, and smiled
to himself. It was refreshing to see her that way.

There they were, it was a flock of kneehigh animals, grazing at bushes.
Scully aimed and shot, it was a full hit to the flanks of one of the
animals. It stroke down as if a flash had hit it, and the others spread out
in all directions with loud squeaky snorts.

Mulder hadn't had a chance to throw his spear. Scully pulled into the air
and gave a stroke as she was in a baseball field after a fabulous hit and
danced around.

A deep roar made her stop in the middle of it.

"Uh-oh!" she said with wide eyes and retreated slowly back to Mulder's side.
The big face of a wild black cat appeared in front of them. It was
roaring fiercly and coming out of the dense bush and approaching slowly
their prey.

"Oh, no, you're not. That's ours." Scully shouted and aimed her arrow to the
wild cat.

"Are you crazy?" Mulder whispered, she was still amazing him with her
actions. He felt the horror creeping down his spine, when he saw, that she
had already thrown an arrow, rasping the right shoulder of the big panther.

The panther hissed at her and advanced her. Mulder placed himself in front
of Scully grabbing her by her wrist and tried to scare it away. To no avail,
the furious cat ducked and pulled on Mulder, but its big claw
struck him on his shoulder, as he managed to turn aside with Scully behind
him. They almost fell to the ground, and the wild animal advanced them
again, but had some respect from the spears point and just hissed furiously
and tried to turn around the spear with his claws. Scully took some stones
from the earthy ground and threw one after another to the big black cat and
shouted at it like a sergeant in a casern with all her lungs that the black
panther was taken aback for an instant and locked its eyes with hers but
couldn't stand the boring look long and retreated halfhearted, and in the
last moment snapped at his prey.

"Oh, son of a bitch." Scully hissed and turned quickly to Mulder who stood
very pale near a tree. She widened her eyes in horror, when she saw the deep
wound, which the animal left with his claw. If she'd had known how it would
end, she wouldn't have tried to take the big cat away from their prey. She
had just lost her mind, when she saw their meat was being taken away.

She let her bow and arrows fall and ran to Mulder, who was slowly growing
paler and slipping to the ground, trying to stank the flowing blood by
pressing his hand on his shoulder. It hurt like hell, more than the gunshots
he had had in all his life.

"Oh, Mulder, I"m so sorry. It's all my fault, I shouldn't have tried to get
the cat away, but I got so mad about it." She managed to say under her
breath. She helped him back to the acampment as soon as she bandaged him a
bit, and examined at the fireplace the deep wound again. It was very deep
indeed, that she could make out the bone in the bloody mess. Mulder gave not
a tone out, but his hazeleyes were drimmed with ushered tears and they were
silently running down his cheeks. She cleaned the wound and said closing her
eyes for a moment.

"We ... we have to brand it, Mulder. To avoid infection and stop the
bleeding."

He just nodded , he already felt very dizzy. Scully held the knife blade in
the fire and when it was glowing, she locked her eyes with his and gave him
a piece of wood to bite and caressed his forehead lightly and tuck the
glowing knife blade in his wound. He drew a bit away and more tears fell and
sweat was running down his body in abundance. She bandaged the wound with
the last shred of her blouse. She leaned on him, holding him around his
waist. Why did it always have to be him to get hurt?

End of part 8
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