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As his rental car pulled into the small California town named Sunnydale, Alex Krycek pondered what may have brought Mulder and Scully to such a place. They had recently been re-assigned to the X-Files; anything beyond that would be news to him. Everything was in a state of flux after the Syndicate had been literally blown to pieces. Although he probably could have taken on a number of other jobs, this one interested him on a more personal level. He could not pass up the chance to interfere with whatever case the Agents were working on. He'd been paid half up front as an incentive to get the job done quickly and thoroughly.
After checking into a sleazy motel on the outskirts of town, he decided to travel on foot into Sunnydale. His guard was up as he noted few signs of life on the dimly lit streets. Glass littered the sidewalks where lights had been smashed, probably by some rowdy teenagers. The quiet was broken by the sound of glass crunching underneath footsteps behind him and as he turned back defensively, he was nearly knocked to the ground by a shadowy figure. He regained his balance and with gun in hand aimed in his attacker's direction. "Back off buddy, I'm not someone you want to mess with." Under the flickering street light, the figure came into view and he stared in confusion at the contorted face of what he'd thought was a man. "What the hell...?" As the disfigured man advanced, Krycek fired his weapon and to his shock the gunshots would only stop the attacker for a moment. Before he could react further, he found himself being lifted off the ground – teeth scraping against his neck. All his struggling was for naught as weakness set in. His first night on the job and possibly on the verge of death... what else was new?
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After checking into a sleazy motel on the outskirts of town, he decided to travel on foot into Sunnydale. His guard was up as he noted few signs of life on the dimly lit streets. Glass littered the sidewalks where lights had been smashed, probably by some rowdy teenagers. The quiet was broken by the sound of glass crunching underneath footsteps behind him and as he turned back defensively, he was nearly knocked to the ground by a shadowy figure. He regained his balance and with gun in hand aimed in his attacker's direction. "Back off buddy, I'm not someone you want to mess with." Under the flickering street light, the figure came into view and he stared in confusion at the contorted face of what he'd thought was a man. "What the hell...?" As the disfigured man advanced, Krycek fired his weapon and to his shock the gunshots would only stop the attacker for a moment. Before he could react further, he found himself being lifted off the ground – teeth scraping against his neck. All his struggling was for naught as weakness set in. His first night on the job and possibly on the verge of death... what else was new?
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