Alex Kryceck-Mansfield wasn't exactly sure what he was doing sitting in a bar next to possibly the most openly sexual woman he'd ever met. He was fairly sure that Corey should be there, but there was something in her eyes. Something, he couldn't help but respond to. He was wearing all black – jeans, tee-shirt, combat boots, leather jacket. He was armed to the teeth, but his stomach was unsettled. He tried to figure out what was really setting him off, but he didn’t think it was the unresolved way things had been left with Mulder. Scully was a doctor after all and she was the one who'd shot him, not Alex.
The Director was wearing a short leather skit, and a leather shirt so low he thought it might be illegal. Her bright red hair was pulled back into a simple braid. Her spike heels made him feel under-dressed. The most interesting accessory though was the handcuffs. He'd heard them called bracelets in enough film noir detective shows, but to actually see her with a set of handcuffs with both sides locked on her wrist as bracelets was disconcerting to say the least. He figured that the look had scared Corey off. Corey had his kinks, but handcuffs were not one of them. And Victor, well, since Victor never seemed to think about sex at all, it had fallen to him to deal with her.
It was strange to see so many Agency faces around him, but ignoring both of them. There was a palpable tension in the room. The noise rose and fell almost rhythmically. The agents would look around and then go back to whatever they were doing. It was as if they were waiting for something or someone.
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