Fight the Future by Chris Carter

Author:Chris Carter [Carter, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780006511892
Google: jlukOAAACAAJ
Publisher: Voyager
Published: 1998-11-14T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

BLACKWOOD, TEXAS

(t T don't know, Mulder…" Scully shook J. her head, squinting into the glaring sunlight. In front of her a children's playground rose from the otherwise barren earth, cheerful counterpoint to the surrounding Texas desola-tion. "He didn't mention a park."

Mulder paced from the swings to the jungle gym to the slide. Everything brand-spanking new, plastic and painted metal in bright pri-mary colors: blue, red, purple, yellow. The grass underfoot seemed newly minted as well, thick green grass that breathed a sweet cool scent wherever he stepped.

"This is where he marked on the geological survey map, Scully." He jabbed at the folded paper in his hand. "Where he said those fossils were unearthed."

Scully made a helpless gesture. "I don't see any evidence of an archaeological dig, or any other kind of site. Not even a sewer or a storm drain."

Mulder scanned the area, confounded. In the distance the Dallas skyline shimmered in the heat, and children rode bikes in front of a modest housing development. He went back over to Scully, and together they walked around the edges of the playground.

"You're sure the fossils you looked at showed the same signs of deterioration you saw in the fireman's body in the morgue?"

Scully nodded. "The bone was porous, as if the virus or the causative microbe were decom-posing it."

"And you've never seen anything like that?"

"No." Now it was her turn to look con-founded. "It didn't show up on any of the immunohistochemical tests—"

Mulder listened, staring down at his feet. Suddenly he stooped and ran his hand lightly over the tips of bright green there.

"This look like new grass to you?" he asked.

Scully tipped her head. "It looks pretty green for this climate."

Mulder knelt and dug his fingers into the thick carpet of turf. After a minute, he lifted up a corner of a new square of grass, revealing white root mass with chocolate-brown earth clinging to it. Under this the hard-baked sur-face of Texas dirt could be seen, brick-red and tough as sandstone.

"Ground's dry about an inch down," Mulder announced. "Somebody just laid this down. Very recently, I'd say."

Scully turned in a slow circle, looking at the brightly painted swings and seesaws. "All the equipment is brand new."

"But there's no irrigation system. Some-body's covering their tracks."

From behind them came a sound well-known from childhood, the whizzing of bikes on blacktop.

Scully and Mulder turned, gazing back at the cul-de-sac where their rental car was parked near the development. Four boys were riding there. When Mulder whistled loudly at them, they stopped, puzzled, and stared blankly at him across the distance.

"Hey," called Mulder. They said nothing, only stared and shielded their eyes from the sun as the two grown-ups approached.

"Do you live around here?" asked Scully.

The boys exchanged looks. Finally one of them shrugged and said, "Yeah."

Mulder stopped and regarded them. Pretty standard-issue middle America boys in buzzcuts and T-shirts. Two of them straddled brand-new BMX bikes. "You see anybody digging around here?"

The boys remained silent, until one of them replied sullenly, "Not supposed to talk about it.

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