The E-Files File 1: The Pilot
Part 2
Chapter 1

Swingston Estate Forrest, 
Pikeville, Kentucky.

Thuder rumbled in the distance as Scully stepped from the shower. 
She had been unable to coax any information out of Mulder after his 
initial outburst.
 She dressed quickly into a t-shirt and jeans and unpacked her suitcase.
Gently lifting her sleek laptop out of the worn bag she moved over to the
desk in the corner of her hotel room.
 The glow of the bulb illuminated the screen as she began to type rapidly
 "Case notes of Special Agent Dana Scully.
  So far we have found very little evidence of the suggested cannibalism.
  We have only encountered a lacklustre police force and local hysteria
  fuelled by the attention these mysterious disapearences are drawing.
  Agent Mulder seems especially drawn in by the occurances, due in some 
  part to a personal tragedy he has suffered.
  A quantity of dust with unusual refractive qualities has been found at
  on eo fthe scenes of abduction as well as at the police station, which
  is in a shockinf state of disrepair. Further analysis of this substance 
  is required to discover its true origin. There are no facilities available
  in this stae for the tests which are required and so I have sent a sample
  to Washington D.C. for analysis at the F.B.I's forensic department.
  Once the results of these tests come through it may shed light on this 
  baffling case."
 Sculy saved her file and stretched her arms yawning silently.
 Just as she got up from her chair, there came a soft rhythmical rapping
at the door.
 "Who is it?" she called out
 "Scully it's me, Mulder"
 Scully, walked slowly over to the door and unbolted it. A soaked Mulder 
ambled in.
 "Nice place you've got here. Much better than my room."
 "But your room's exactly the same."
 "No it isn't. Your room hasn't got a dead body in it."
 "What?" she gasped.
 "Yeah I was pretty surprised too. Apparently a local transient. Fairly well
known to the town's people. Named Fred Stoifait. I would have come round 
earlier but there were complications with the police."
 "Complications? Waht kind of complications?"
 "The bullet wound kind. He was shot in the stomach about five hours ago.
He slowly bled to death."
 "Surely the police don't think you did it?"
 "No. I was at the crime scene when the murder took place"
 "Murder?"
 "Yes there was no way the shot could have been self inflicted. Mr Stoifait
suffered from a severe form of arthritis. He could barely move his fingers
let alone pull a trigger. And there is other evidence to suggest an outside 
party."
 "Which is?"
 "Before he died, in the hours of agony he must have endured, Fred tried to 
write a message for me. It must have been almost impossible for him, lying 
there knwoing he was going to die. And yet, he managed to pull himself over 
grab a pencil and a pad to write a message of some sort."
 "What was it?"
 "I'm not sure. Because of his arthritis he had great difficulty in writing.
Take a look."
 Mulder produced a small writing pad from his coat pocket. It was still damp 
from the blood that had soaked into it. There were faint marks on the top 
piece of paper.
 "How did it get like this? You said he was shot in the stomach."
 "It must have fallen off the desk, or he could have dropped it."
 "Mulder. Do the police know you've got this?"
 "They don't even know about it."
 Scully gave him a disapproving look.
 "Listen Scully. I'm sure one of the cops is in on whatever is happening around
here. If they got hold of this then Mr Stoifait's sacrifice will have been for 
nothing."
 Scully looked closely at the pad. She could make out the faint scarwl of the
dying man. 
 "L w v e o v? What does that mean?"
 "I thought it looked more like an a than an e. But I see your point. It's very 
difficult to read. I'm going to send it to the bureau along with the smaples.
Hopefully the graphologist will be able to recognise it. In the mean time we'll 
be doing some digging. We need to find out more about this hobo. Where was he
last seen did he have any enemies? Apart from teh person who shot him, of course"
 "Of course. But first," she stifled a yawn "I need some sleep"
 "Do you mind if I take the couch. The smell of blood tends to keep me awake"
 "Sure, as long as you don't snore."
 Mulder grinned.
 " Iwas about to ask you the same thing."
 "Listen about before. Your sister."
 Mulder attitude suddenly became cold.
 "Just forget it."
 "Don't you want to talk about it?"
 "No. At least not right now"
 Sculy sighed and headed off to her room.

"What about him?"
 "He is of no matter. Mulder will not be permitted to get further."
 "But he has evidence."
 "That will be taken care of."
 "The operation will go ahead then?"
 "There is no reason to stop now. The plan must be completed."
 "What about her?"
 "She is being dealt with"
 "Ah"