#false flags redux

[greekowl87]

Fic: False Flags - Ghost Ship 7/?

This fic still lives, albeit, just at a slower pace. For those that need to catch up…The First Fic: (False Flags Redux) | Ghost Ship: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) or if AO3 is your thing, you’ve got your choices. Sorry for any grammar or issues of that nature. No beta, I suck at editing my own work on computers (especially when it’s longer) and Grammarly only does so much. I still hope you enjoy it. Thanks for taking the time to stop by.

Tagging: @today-in-fic, @improlificinsarcasm,  @baronessblixen, and @suitablyaggrieved 

A/N: I haven’t given up on this fic but life keeps me busy and inspiration has been little. Thanks for any support with this fic. Sorry; no beta and trying to self edit longer works it not the easiest for me.

Buckley sat by the window of the hotel room carelessly spinning an unloaded Colt 1911 on the small table the motel staff had placed in the double room. Across the room, Alex Krychek groaned in annoyance and turned up the volume on the television with his one good arm. Buckley snorted and continued to spin the pistol. “Will you stop that!” Krychek shouted angrily. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“Am I?” He laughed. “Good, Alexi.”

“Alex. Stop calling me that! I don’t know what the old man sees in you. Enlisting your help a second time? You screwed up and got caught last time. What makes you think you can do better?”

“And I got shot by Mulder too but the tip came from an anonymous informant. Not my screw-ups, you dick. Besides, shouldn’t you be doing something useful? Like getting us dinner or something?”

Krycek shuddered. “And I lost a goddamn arm thanks to Mulder and I’m not complaining. God, don’t you ever shut up? I’m not your servant so stop bothering me. I’m not supposed to let you out of myself or else god forbid you to go rogue.”

“Why worry?”

“I’ve seen your work,” Krycek huffed. He thought about the file folder and the gruesome pictures he had seen. It reminded him of Jack the Ripper, especially when Mulder and Scully had caught him during his last crime spree. “You’re fucking insane.”

“I used to be a gangster from the 1920s.” He replied. His voice took on a Chicago accent briefly. ‘That’s where I learned all that.”

“You really are insane. Bipolar. Order a pizza or something if you’re so damn hungry. The phone book is right there.”

Buckley chuckled and continued to stare on the window, spinning the pistol.

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Mulder and Scully slept through the night but that didn’t do anything to calm each other’s nerves. The ocean pounding the sandbars only matched Scully’s racing heart. Mulder sipped his coffee and leaned against the counter. “Scully, you’re pacing,” he quipped from the couch.

“I feel like a prisoner here,” she answered. She looked around at the ocean-inspired theme and shook her head. “It feels irreverent like Arcadia did.”  She crossed her arms and looked at Mulder. “Don’t you feel the same? We can’t leave.”

“I don’t remember anyone saying that. Skinner didn’t say that. We’re free to come and go as we please. It isn’t like Skinner has placed us in protective custody and he’s standing in the corner watching our every move. We have our weapons. We’re trained federal agents. We’re okay.”

She shook her head in frustration. “I have the worst feeling growing in the back of my mind. He’s closer than they think he is.” She scratched the back of her neck and Mulder got from the couch to catch her hand. “What?”

“It’s not the chip,” he answered quickly. “This isn’t like Ruskin Dam. This isn’t the Syndicate coming after us. This is just old fashioned…” He sighed, unable to find the word. His fingers caressed the back of her neck gently. “It’s just our past coming back to haunt us. Quite literally. In the physical form of a sociopath.”

“You should have killed the bastard when you had the chance,” she replied. Scully relaxed into his touch and closed her eyes. “Might have saved us this headache.”

“You are the better shot between the two of us. Sorry. Couldn’t kill Model, couldn’t kill Buckley even at close range. But you, my kick-ass G-woman can shot a Sig Sauer P-226 with the precision of a surgeon and still take out and heal with the same ability. Maybe I should just give you my own weapon.”

Scully smiled ruefully and leaned into the shoulder she had shot years before. Mulder laughed and held her close. She took a deep breath and looked up to him and said, “I imagined our time down here filled with doing the tourist traps, relaxing with you on the beach, and just having fun.”

“We still can. The Bodie Lighthouse isn’t that far. Neither is Roanoke Island. Let’s go there. Check out the history. Maybe we can solve the case of the missing colony.”

“They’re national parks.”

“And we’re federal agents. We’ll be fine.” He gave her a weak smile. “Let’s do the lighthouse today. We can spend tomorrow on Manteo and have some dinner or something.”

“Mulder…”

“It’s better than seeing you pace back and forth. It’ll be fun.”

“Fine,” she conceded. “Anything is better than just being stressed.”

“I know you hate flying but are you afraid of heights?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. Why?”

“Have you ever been up in a lighthouse?”

“Surprisingly, no.”

“Really? Coming from the woman who loves the seas.” Mulder grinned. “You’re going to love it.”

*********************

The FBI partners gathered their weapons and badges to hide them discreetly among their clothes. They grabbed Scully’s purse, locked their beach house, and went down to Mulder’s car. He hated seeing Scully like this and knew that this trip would be just the thing. They made the drive down NC-12 to Cape Hatteras National Park chatting silently with one another. When they arrived at the fork for Cape Hatteras National Park, he took the right back down the highway. After a short distance, he turned left down a small paved road where Bodie Island Lighthouse was. Mulder pulled their car in the small gravel parking lot and smiled at Scully. “Well?”

She leaned forward to look out of the windshield. The black and white striped lighthouse stood off in the distance with the white lightkeeper’s house nearby. “It’s quaint,” she smiled. “Very tucked away. I’d imagine you might be used to up in New England.”

“I’ve seen a few.

“It has a history as well.”

“I bet it does.”

They climbed out of the car and Mulder was surprised when Scully openly took his hand and led him towards the Lightkeeper’s House, which served as the gift shop and the National Park Service’s Office. As if she had been there before, she knew right where everything was. Mulder became interested in some of the lighthouse knick-knacks as she purchased two tickets to climb the lighthouse. “Got those tickets to the stairway to heaven, Scully?”

“Hahaha,” she smiled. Much to this delight, she took his arm as they ventured back outside to a bench near the lighthouse to wait for the next tour. She guided him to sit with her on the bench overlooking the lighthouse. “I should really purchase a camera for this trip.”

“We can always buy a postcard.”

“I’m talking about us.” She rolled her eyes in amusement. “Why do you have to be difficult?”

“Because I love it when you say, ‘You’re crazy, Mulder.’  Besides, who needs a camera when you have a photographic memory?” He tapped his temple. “All our recent memory making…”

She laughed and it lifted Mulder’s spirit. Despite having a reincarnated ex-husband murderer who happened to be a serial killer in this life hunting down them while they were on their first vacation as a couple, he was so happy to hear her laughter. She smiled and rested her head against the bicep. She closed her eyes sleepily. “What do you say to us taking a nap in the hammock we have on the deck when we get home?”

“Despite the threat of…”

“Ssshhh. But yes.”

“As long as we pick up dinner along the way. Are you in the mood for seafood?”

“What about some Carolina BBQ?”

“I like you in a vacation mood. Why can’t you be more open to greasy foods when we’re in the field?”

“Vacation. There’s a difference,” she laughed.

Mulder watched a park ranger walk past them, calling, “All those for tickets for the 12:00 lighthouse tour line up behind me.”

“That’s us,” Scully whispered.

“Do you have to be first at everything?”

“I have to remind you who is the boss in this relationship. Tell me, Walking History Textbook, what is special about this lighthouse?”

“I remember,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head, “trying to blow it up with the retreating troops but I got orders to report to Norfolk instead.”

She chuckled. “Fucking past lives but then again, I have those to thank for my better sex life.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Shut up.” Her eyes opened and she tugged on his arm. “Let’s go.”

“This salt air is doing wonders for your spirit,” he remarked.

“Maybe it’s the company more.”

Mulder smiled and kissed her forehead lovingly. She walked together to the front of the lighthouse where others were lining up in front of a park ranger. The woman park ranger smiled and waved people closer. “Gather around everyone! First, a few rules before we go up. The stairs in this lighthouse aren’t like the ones at Cape Hatteras. Only one person at a time can be on them, going up or going down in either direction. You can have multiple people on the landings,” the park ranger explained. “Now that we have that out of the way, can anyone tell me about the lighthouse?”

The tour group was met with silence as the park ranger started to talk about a mini-history lesson about Congress approving the lighthouse and it’s history from the Civil War to the present. As the park ranger concluded her mini-speech, she stepped back and motioned for everyone to begin their journey upwards. Mulder and Scully were in the middle of the group and took a moment to take in the moment around them: other tourists, the lovely March weather, and Scully in sunglasses smiling and laughing with her arm wrapped through his. It was so nice to see you here relaxed and happy.

“Are you happy?” Mulder whispered to her.

“Yes,” she answered.

That was all he needed at that moment. He really should have bought a disposable camera to capture this moment. As they climbed the lighthouse in a single file line, he was entranced by the magic of the moment. They paused periodically on each landing, overlooking various aspects of the horizon. The salt marshes and sounds of the Ocean on the other end. The Atlantic on the other side. Scully laughing. Eventually, they reached the top, the wind whipped Scully’s hair.

She gripped the railings of Bodie Lighthouse and leaned over to look at the people below. Mulder’s hand rested lightly on her back and he whispered, “What a view huh?”

“Hey, mister!”

A young kid’s voice caught both of them off guard and as they turned they saw a young boy with a brand new Polaroid camera. He smiled, speaking loudly over the wind. “I’ll take two pictures of you for five bucks.”

“Try three,” Mulder haggled, getting into the spirit.

“Two dollars includes on the spot printing. Memories last forever.”

“You sound like a Hallmark commercial.”

“Mom lets me watch a lot of tv.” The young kid considered his possible client. “What do you say? Five dollars for three pictures?”

“I have to consult with my boss. What do you say, Scully? Three for five?”

She nodded and smiled. The kid smiled and raised his camera. He took a series of three shots. One of them both overlooking the railing out to the Atlantic sea, the second of them together smiling for the camera, and an unscripted kiss that briefly turned passionate, all of which was captured on the kid’s camera. Scully broke away, her cheeks flushed as she smiled. Mulder dug through his jean’s pockets until he produced a crumpled five-dollar bill. He exchanged it as Scully still took the still-developing photos.

Scully waved the photos in the sea air in a vain attempt to get them to develop quicker. She briefly flashed back to when she found that picture of them in the library archives in Newport News months ago from 1863. But there was something else that bloomed up inside of her; pride, love, tenderness, and devotion. Finally, something to memorialize and immortalize this moment now. She eyed the top image of them kissing with affection. Mulder was saying something before he returned to her.

“How did they turn out?”

“The kid has an eye for photography?” She answered.

They both gripped the photos to keep them from flying away in the sea breeze. “The Gunmen can make copies of these,” he whispered into her ear. “We can put one down into the basement and make Skinner jealous.”

“Or we can keep the copies for ourselves,” she answered. She rested her head against his chest; the breeze was in one ear with echoes of eternity from the Atlantic and his heartbeat was steady with promises of the future. “We need to buy a camera.”

“I can agree with that.” They watched the pictures develop on top of the lighthouse as they stood close to each other and as another momentarily in the winds of their entwined existence became immortalized once again on film. Scully felt relaxed and, for once, at peace. “Let me put those pictures in my purse,” she whispered softly.

Mulder gladly obliged and she carefully tucked away their pictures. They stood together, admiring the 360 panorama view that Bodie Lighthouse gave. After a while, they descended the staircase back down to the ground. Scully took his hand in public, unafraid who was watching and dragged Mulder to the gift shop. As he enjoyed the moment of this rare display of public affection, Mulder had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that disappeared when Scully’s lips met his.

********************

Buckley sat in the farthest car from the lighthouse, looking through his binoculars. Krycek sat next to him and asked, “Is it them?”

“Yep,” the other man replied. “Just like I told you.”

********************

Mulder looked at the Polaroids that had been taken at the lighthouse that day. He could only imagine the film on the disposable camera and how wonderful the shots were going to be. He and Scully were laughing, posing together as a couple framed by the lighthouse and the Atlantic Ocean. The little kids who had charged them five dollars for the pictures were ruthless but he finally had some proof of their happiness in this life. He contemplated calling upon the Gunmen to use their technological magic to digitize the photos but that would be for another day. He had been relatively low profile with his relationship with Scully over the past three months and he did not want to push it unless she was okay with it.

“Hey, Scully,” he called, “when do you think we should tell your mom?”

“About what, Mulder?”

“Us,” he replied.

From the kitchen island, Scully was curled up on the couch with a blanket watching ‘Dharma and Greg’ and not really paying attention to him. She rested her arm on the back of the couch and twisted to look at him. “What aspect of us?”

“Well,” Mulder began, setting the photos down, “the change in our relationship for starters.”

“Or the IVF?”

“I wasn’t going to go there.”

“But you were thinking about it.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” he admitted. He set the pictures aside and joined her on the couch. “I’ve just been thinking lately.”

“Well, I feel like there’s been a lot of that going around,” she said. Mulder unfurled her legs and rested her feet in his lap. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I’m not really thinking.”

“Or maybe you’re just too busy thinking. Are you thinking about the IVF?”

“I would want to try again if you are willing too.”

“I still want to think about it,” she replied.

He lightly massaged her feet and she hummed in approval. “I can’t believe how sore my feet are from climbing all those stairs.”

“It’s not like you aren’t used to all work. You’re the FBI equivalent of Wonder Women running in high heels.”

“I appreciate the compliant, Mulder, but if you remember, I decided to wear flip-flops that have no support.”

“Well, where else could you get weather nice enough to wear flip flops in March?”

She giggled as he got a particular ticklish area. “Only in Nags Head.”  She nodded to the show that was on. “So, I caught this the first time when I was in San Diego. Have you ever heard of it?”

“What is it?”

“The show’s called ‘Dharma and Greg.’”

“I believe I have,” he said. “Some flower child marries a lawyer and chaos ensues when they decide to marry on the first date. So which one am I? Dharma or Greg?”

“Dharma,” she answered. “But opposites attract and make us better for it. Wouldn’t you agree, Mulder?”

He chuckled. “I might be inclined to. Do you want to keep it on this or find some nature documentary?”

“I like that and this version of Domestic Scully.”

“Did you lock the doors downstairs?”

“Yes,” he answered, “and I triple checked all the locks and windows. The only window that will be open is the one to our bedroom on the third floor.”

“And our weapons?”

“In the bedroom on the nightstands.”

She relaxed and nodded in approval. She withdrew her feet and switched her sitting position. She lounged against Mulder, wrapping his arms securely around her, and they enjoyed the rest of the comedy sitcom. He smiled into her arm and pressed a kiss, solidifying this moment in his memory. Even though there was a psycho that might be trying to kill them, he was the happiest he had been in a long time.

***********************

Mulder and. Scully had retired after television for a few more hours of watching prime time sitcoms. Scully disappeared into their bedroom and he did a quick lap around the beach house to check all their locks. By the time he got back up to their third-floor bedroom, he could hear the water running in the master bathroom.

“Mulder,” Scully called through the partially closed door. “Did you get everything you needed done?”

He could hear the partially slurred speech. “Is that wine I smell?” He dare not open the door. While this vacation had stress from fear of a psycho, it was bringing out sides of Scully he had only dreamed of and seen in one other lifetime. “Scully?”

“Hmm.” She giggled. “Maybe. Come join me, Mulder.”

“Where did you get the wine?”

He was already taking off his shirt and Scully’s laughter was causing his blood to boil in anticipation. “I snuck it in our last shopping trip,” she replied. She was giggling again. “Mulder, come on. There are still bubbles.”

Bubbles. “Aw, Scully.”

He pushed the door open slightly and saw her hair clipped back and a coffee mug in her hand. Most of her were covered by the bubbles from the jacuzzi so all that he saw was the one bare leg perched near the faucet. “Scully…” he crooned.

“What? Go grab yourself a coffee mug and bring the bottle with you!” She was smiling. Even though they decided to take their relationship to a new level, this still seemed so uncharacteristic of her. “Come on, Mulder. We’re on vacation.”

“I know we are,” he answered. He chose his next words carefully. “Weren’t you the one earlier who was concerned about our safety?”

“I’m not letting them get to me. Us. I was thinking about what you said earlier.”

“About telling your mom?”

“No. I want to try again when we get back to D.C.”

Mulder smiled and his concerns momentarily forgotten. “I’ll be right back.”

He went to the fridge, grabbed the open bottle, and a coffee mug from the fridge. She was smiling coyly at him. He topped off her coffee mug and shucked his jeans. In one fluid movement, he slid behind her and coiled his arms around her. “It’s a good thing you’re so small,” he teased. He kissed his favorite spot behind her ear. “Or else this w Scully lounged back into him. “I’ve been dreaming,” she whispered to him softly. She sipped the wine-filled coffee mug. “Don’t worry, it’s not any new past lives or anything.”

“I’m glad?”

She heard the question in his voice. “I am just thinking about this life and the last. Us. What could have been.”

Scully was always amazed how well they just worked together, either spiritually, or as she had discovered lately, physically as well. She sipped her wine. “Now or then,” he asked.

“Then. I still have a hard time believing it was real, Mulder.”

Together, they entwined their hands and caressed her flattened abdomen. He nuzzled her neck and closed his eyes. They both could remember those memories for the early 1860s, the joy of their unborn child, laying together, and dreaming about the future. “It was,” he replied. “And I don’t know how this whole past life thing works but we’ve been given a second chance.”

“By remembering?”

She turned her head in question and Mulder found her lips. “We’ll have that again.”

“Your faith is grounding.”

“Did you enjoy the lighthouse today?” He asked, changing the subject. “I was thinking why not tour all of them? We can drive back down to Cape Hatteras and climb the lighthouse there. Or drive an hour or so up to Corolla and climb the Currituck Lighthouse. And there are the ferries...Ocracoke, Knotts Island…”

“One day at a time, Mulder,” she laughed. “Today was Bodie Lighthouse. Tomorrow is Manteo. Tonight is this.”

“So,” he paused, setting aside both of the wine mugs. “Do you want to try to experiment and push the bounds of this fancy bathtub?”

“I bet you’re more effective than those water jets,” she challenged.

Mulder smiled and kissed her deeply. “I’ll get you to relax on this vacation.”

Scully just deepened the kiss and pulled him closer.

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Further up the barrier islands in Duck, North Carolina, Franklin Buckley, and Alex Krycek were at a small pizzeria nestled in a small outcrop of shops. Over shared slices and bad beer, they talked. “I still don’t get it,” Krycek started. “Why is this so fucking important to you? Mulder is no one.”

“Your boss is interested in them,” Buckley shrugged. “As a result, I am too.”

“I read your file you know.”

“Hell, I was in the papers.”

“And this somehow makes you the best choice?” Krycek sneered. “I still don’t understand that smoking bastard’s logic. I know you were in the papers. There is a fucking manhunt on for you.”

“And yet they can’t touch me.” Buckley waved the soggy pizza in the air. “We’re having pizza.”

“Why did the old man pick you?”

“Alexi…”

“Alex.”

“Alex.” Buckley grinned. “Have you ever wanted revenge so badly that you would do anything? Take back what is rightfully yours?”

Krychek grew quiet. “I have.”

“Then this is no different. It’s all a matter of waiting. I made the smoker an offer he couldn’t refuse. Are you going to finish that pizza?”

“No.” Krycek was distracted. He pushed the plate towards Buckley with his right arm. “Go ahead.”

“Must suck having one arm but I’ll tell you, this pizza is better than anything they served in the joint.”

“What’s your plan?”

“You’ll see. In the meantime, it is all the matter of waiting and seeing.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Wait and see.”

****************

Back in Nags Head, Scully stood on the deck with her arms around her. She watched the waves hit the shore as high tide came ashore. Mulder had run out earlier to pick up some dinner for them but, while he was gone, Skinner had called her cell phone with an update on the situation. While Buckley still had yet to be confirmed spotted, there had been an anonymous tip that Krycek was in league with Buckley. While the SACs of the branch offices were not as quick, Skinner was the one to make the connection. He hung up without giving Scully any orders to immediately return or what to do next. He promised to call her the next day if there had been any developments.

But this newest update from Skinner had left her uneasy. Their boss had danced around the possibility of recalling his two agents back from their vacation but had not stated anything directly. She watched the waves, memorized, and let her thoughts drift. This vacation of theirs was already turning south with each new update about Buckley. She was beginning to feel paranoid, like a haunting ghost on the edge of her vision. She sighed and looked up at the sky. The sun was setting behind her. Although she couldn’t see the sun at this point, it was already painting the sky in a brilliant canvas of colors and hues of reds, pinks, purples, and oranges. She tried to let herself get lost in the beauty of the moment but her anxiety grew worse.

She watched the last of the sun fade into darkness and went back into the beach house. Scully glanced at the green digital clock on the microwave and frowned when she read 7:13. Mulder should have been back by now. She tapped her knuckles lightly against each other to ward against the growing anxiety. She heard the main door unlock and his musical voice call, “Scully, I’m back! You’ll never guess what I picked up!”

She tried to refrain from clutching her pounding heart but failed. “Took you long enough!”

“I’m sorry, but you know how I get sometimes. Something catches my eyes and poof.”

She could hear him climbing the stairs, trying to juggle plastics takeout bags. He appeared, dropped the armload of food and a nondescript black plastic bag on the counter. He sneaked up behind her, kissed her, and whispered, “Miss me that much?”

She nodded, twisting her head to meet his kiss. “Always.”

He hummed and flexed around her. “You’re tense.”

“I spoke to Skinner earlier.” She tried to relax as she spoke. He hummed. “And I...let’s just discuss it tomorrow okay? We’ll lock the doors, keep our weapons nearby, and play it safe. Is that okay?”

“Whatever you say,” he whispered. “So, for dinner, I got us a surprise.”

“Dare I ask?”

He broke away but not before stealing another kiss. “We’re on the coast. You know the seafood is fresh. I literally just got it so you know it is good.”

“Get to point. Why were you late?”

“Well,” he shrugged, “I went up the strip a couple of miles and found this really cute place.”

“You just used the word cute.” She frowned teasingly, his lighter mood getting the best of her. “Did you find us china patterns?”

“That is a future date at the Alexandria farm market. I got us the best seafood.” He began to unpack the bags. “For starters, Agent Scully baked oysters.”

“An aphrodisiac, Mulder?”

He held up a finger to silence her. “Next, a course of shared soup, that is she-crab soup.” She laughed and hid her face. “Next, honestly I couldn’t decide between landlubbers and the sea, so a buffalo chicken wrap I think will heat up well tomorrow and a lovely scallop dinner…”

“I love scallops.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I got us a combo. Scallops and local shrimp with a salad and a baked potato. But, to answer your burning question, the reason why I took so long…” From his back pocket. She could hear the crinkling of a paper gift bag and he held out the mysterious wrapped package in the palm of his hand. “I saw this and immediately thought of you.”

“Mulder.”

With the food momentarily forgotten, she pulled off the paper and revealed a small velvet box. “You see, I can’t see you in another necklace than a cross or bracelets or rings but earrings...for sure.” She popped open the box and drew in a sharp breath. “Do you like them?”

“Mulder, these are beautiful.” She examined two fine little stud earrings with a sand dollars designed in the silver overlay. “Silver?”

“No, white gold.” He shrugged. “It was in this little kitschy shop run by a local artist who makes jewelry. I just thought.”

“I love them.” She awarded him with a kiss. “Thank you. In fact, I’ll put them on now just to show you.”

“You don’t have to. Besides, I know you well enough you will murder me first if I don’t feed you.”

“I am not that bad.” She closed the box and replied, “Thank you.”

“For what? Dinner or the earrings?”

“Everything.”

He pulled the plates and bowls down from the cabinet. Scully busied herself with fetching silverware and napkins, inwardly defeating the idea to tell Mulder about Skinner’s call until after dinner. He glanced out the window to the deck. “What about eating outside tonight?”

“Let’s eat at the breakfast island and then go outside. It was getting chilly while I was out there a while ago.”

He nodded and went to the radio in the living room. Mulder fiddled with the dial and settled on a classic rock station playing the Eagles. She set out dinner and he joined her. They silently sat next together over dinner. “So,” he asked, unsure of the silence, “what do you want to do tomorrow?”

She paused on the shrimp she was working on. “Skinner called while you were out,” she began. “Giving us an update. We got two SACs and field offices chasing this, along with Skinner, but no one has yet to confirm seeing Buckley aside from the fact they’ve flooded the airwaves with his picture. But there was an anonymous source that Krycek is involved.”

Mulder was quiet, cutting half of the baked potato. “Well, we both know the Smoker is involved. Morely’s were found on the site of his breakout.”

“I know,” she whispered. “He said he’ll update us again tomorrow and Skinner hasn’t ordered us back to Washington. Yet.”

“I sense a but coming, Scully.”

“But since we came down here, I can’t help but feel off or like we’re being watched or followed during all this.” She picked up her fork and dipped a scallop into the melted butter. “When we were at the lighthouse the other day…”

“You felt like we were being watched?”

She nodded, averting her gaze. “I know it doesn’t sound like me.”

“I trust your instincts, Scully.” He looked down at his own food. “And I got the same feeling too.”

“Our money would be gone.”

“But we would be safer.”

“As is our vacation.”

“Not necessarily.”

“I am not spending the rest of the two weeks we took off months in advance in an FBI safe house.”

“What would happen if we were closer for them to keep an eye on us? Skinner is in Norfolk right with the two SACs. Virginia Beach isn’t that far. I remember when we were there a few months ago hearing about Sandbridge. It was advertised to be like the Outer Banks without leaving Virginia. We could take the hit on the money and have the FBI pay for it.”

“Or get them to refund it and then pay for it. We’ve earned it at least.”

“I can’t agree more.” He sighed. “How do you want to play this, Scully.?”

“I want our vacation.”

“But?”

“I just can’t shake the feeling something is going to happen.”

Mulder rubbed his chin, forgetting he had melted butter all over his hands. She frowned and took a napkin, gently wiping it away. “Thanks. But back to your feelings,” he said. “I agree and have the same feeling.” He watched her reaction as she kept her face neutral like a poker player. “But I think we should consider our safety first.”

She nodded.

“What are you thinking,” he asked softly.

“That we can never catch a break. Let’s go outside after dinner and sit for a bit in the hammock. We can pack tomorrow after we call Skinner.” She sighed. “You know, I really was looking forward to having a real vacation with you.”

He nodded. “We can still have it,” he said.

“Can we? As I said, it feels like we can never catch a break.”

With the mood suddenly sourer, they both finished their meals and discarded the dishes. Scully hand-washed all the dishes they had been using, including the few sitting in the dishwasher. Mulder gathered a sweatshirt for her, two glasses, and the small bottle of aged rum he had purchased from them. She eyed the small liquor bottle. “I’m sorry, Mulder to be the downer of the party.”

He shook his head and walked over to her. He trapped her between the counter and his arms. She sighed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her head against his chest. He smiled at her open display of affection. “You’re never the downer at a party.”

“I never told you about my first and last high school party.”

“Well, how about we part-tay outside to that hammock for one night and you can tell me. I’ll bring the booze.”

Scully chuckled. “What would my father say?”

“Hang and quarter him on the yardarm?”

“Aye,” she teased. She kissed him. “Help, I’ve been charmed by a pirate from New England who thought I was a mermaid.”

“That is terrible,” he whispered. They both smiled. “But more of an angel than a mermaid.”

“Let’s go outside. High tide was just coming in when I was out there earlier.”

Scully pulled on the sweatshirt he had brought her and the two glasses and the liquor bottle. Mulder followed behind her, turning out most of the lights as he did. She sat on the hammock like a big lounge chair and made room for him. She rocked it gently as Mulder eased himself next to her. “Let me do the swinging,” he told her. “My legs are longer.”

“Shut up, Mulder.”

Scully poured them both a drink and held up his. She chinked the glasses together. “To our vacation being ruined.”

“Well, if it weren’t for the x-files, we wouldn’t be here and I don’t regret a second of it with you.”

“Fox Mulder the sentimental,” she whispered lovingly. Mulder wrapped his arm tightly around her and she chuckled. “I love you.”

He smiled and whispered, “Not a single second.” His long legs began to rock them. “We’re going to be okay.”

She nodded absently. She rested against his arm and listened to the ocean. “We’ll go back to Virginia tomorrow.”

“I’ll tell Skinner to make plans to keep us in Virginia Beach.”

“And get us a beach house. I’m not staying in a motel.”

“Won’t argue with that.”

She sighed. “Fucking Buckley.”

“Fucking Buckley,” he agreed.

“So, it’s settled?”

“Yes. I’ll make the call. Right now, let’s just enjoy the beach.”

He nodded and rocked the hammock with his long legs as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment with Mulder.

[veliseraptor]

it's 150 words meme time. fewer options this time because I'd really really like to finish something in the near sometime.

the rules: send me up to three numbers from the list below and I'll write 150 words in the project(s) of your choice. go forth and go wild

1. Our lives together, Xue Yang said, and an awful feeling rose in him, anger and something more sour that he didn’t want to name as jealousy. He remembered that glimpse, hearing Xingchen’s laugh, Xue Yang taunting him, Xingchen’s glorious smile turned unknowing on a monstrous murderer. The boiling hatred he’d felt; the fury and the determination that he must save Xingchen from whatever dreadful fate Xue Yang had planned, and Xingchen would never need to know the nature of the beast he’d allowed into his life.

Xue Yang said our lives together and it made him think of three years about which he knew nothing. 

He realized that for all Xue Yang’s vicious words, he had never spoken in any detail of that time. There was his mention of a garden, his assertion that Xingchen had been happy, and that one brief goading allusion to a relationship that he didn’t want to acknowledge. Other than that…nothing. It would, he thought, be an easy weapon for Xue Yang to use against him, to rub Song Lan’s face in the knowledge of their – friendship, however false it had been. 

And yet there was silence there. 

That’s not yours, Xue Yang said, like memories were something he could hoard, possess, like a stolen sword or – or a piece of candy. 

Aren’t they? The thought came to him quietly. Didn’t your memories sustain you, for those years wandering, searching… (Walking Far From Home)

2. Vegas jerked his head. “Forget it. It’s fine.” 

It wasn’t, obviously it wasn’t, but Pete wanted it to be and was seriously tempted to just let it drop. It seemed like that would probably be dangerous, though. Vegas probably wouldn’t actually let it drop, just chew on it in his own head for days on end and be in a bad mood the whole time. Only he had no idea what he was supposed to say. 

He inched closer to Vegas. “It’s not your fault either,” Pete said. “You could just as easily say I should’ve been paying closer attention.”

Vegas’s jaw tightened. “You’re not–” 

“Your bodyguard, I know,” Pete said, though he had his own thoughts on that that weren’t quite the same as Vegas’s. “But I still look out for you. Same as you do for me,” he added. 

Vegas’s expression remained stubbornly unhappy. “I can’t afford to be careless,” he said tightly. “And you shouldn’t have to always be on the alert.” Pete bit his tongue before he said but that’s what I do, that’s what I’m for. Vegas wouldn’t like it even if Pete knew he was right. (Drift)

3. “Does he have any friends?” 

“A-Qing!” Xiao Xingchen said sharply. “That’s unkind. Of course he does. I’ve - well, I’ve seen them, at least. He doesn’t think we’d get along.” Xiao Xingchen had mentioned something about wanting to meet Xue Yang’s other friends and he’d laughed. Yeah, no, he’d said, like it was funny. They’d eat you alive. 

He’d also said friends is kind of a loose term, anyway, they’re all bitches. Half the time I don’t like half of them and the other half half of them don’t like me, but he didn’t think a-Qing needed to hear that part, and he wasn’t sure Xue Yang hadn’t been joking, either. 

“Or,” a-Qing said, “he doesn’t want you to know the kind of people he hangs around with when he’s not with you.”

“You always say I don’t have enough friends,” Xiao Xingchen said, “but now that I’ve found one you don’t like him. And you still haven’t said why.”

“Friends, yeah, not a whole-ass red flag of a boyfriend,” a-Qing said. (Redux)

4. Did Chan suspect him of being a traitor? If he did it was weird that he hadn’t said anything, hadn’t brought Pete in for more questioning. He was still technically off duty, not medically cleared yet, but it wasn’t like Chan to leave a potential security threat loose.

Weird to think of himself in those terms. Pete knew he was loyal, knew he was where he was supposed to be, knew he would fight and die for the main family without hesitation. Wasn’t that what he’d gone in prepared to do? He hadn’t given anything up (Vegas had never asked). There was still something deep in his core that whispered that he was a traitor, that he’d betrayed the main family, that he couldn’t trust his own loyalty.

He could’ve run and he’d chosen to go back. He’d given Vegas pieces of himself nobody else had, he’d pulled him in and smashed their mouths together, offered himself up and he was still there, or at least part of him was, still with Vegas, still Vegas’s and he had a feeling he wouldn’t get it back. Which was – which was fine, he didn’t want or need that part of himself, he was better off without it, whatever it was that had made him do what he’d done. (jiggety-jig)

5. “So what’d you want to talk to me about away from sensitive daoshi ears, Wei-qianbei?”

“A lot of things,” Wei Wuxian said. He pulled out Chenqing and started twirling it around his fingers; Xue Yang took a moment eyeing it to decide if it was a threat or just a fidgety gesture. “One thing I’m really curious about is – how the fuck did you convince Song Lan not to kill you? Xiao-shishu I know you had the advantage he didn’t know who you were until he’d already got attached.” 

Xue Yang didn’t like the sound of that. Like he was some kind of stray dog who’d wandered into Xiao Xingchen’s house. Even if it was pretty much true.

“But that couldn’t’ve been the case with Song Lan. You blinded him, killed his entire temple. Whatever you said, it must’ve been pretty persuasive.”

“I’m just irresistibly charming,” Xue Yang said. Wei Wuxian laughed, and Xue Yang grinned. “Maybe I seduced him. You don’t know.”

“You’re certainly shameless,” Wei Wuxian said. “And you don’t like answering questions.”“I don’t like answering boring questions,” Xue Yang corrected him. “If you had more interesting ones maybe I would.” (demonic cultivator team up)

6. The door opened. “Vegas?” said Pete, sounding a little anxious. Vegas pulled his gaze off Porsche.

“In here,” he said. “We’ve got company.”

Pete slunk into the room; that was the word for it even if his posture was perfect and he was smiling. His eyes moved fast back and forth between Vegas and Porsche. “I know,” he said. “I saw the car. And the guards.” Vegas could see him trying to read the situation, assessing threat levels, though Vegas wasn’t sure whose. How dangerous he was to Porsche or the other way around? 

“Hey, Pete,” Porsche said, smiling warmly. “How’re you doing?” 

“Good,” Pete said, his smile making Vegas itch. “I’m good. Uh – I didn’t know you were coming over.” (post canon vegaspete long(er) fic)

7. *Zichen,* Xingchen had said, gazing at the fire. He was sitting too close to it; he was often cold now, as though his body remembered the chill of death and couldn’t hold the warmth of life. *Can I ask you something?* 

Dread materialized in Song Lan’s stomach, but there was nothing he could deny Xingchen anymore. *Anything.* 

Xingchen took a shallow breath and held it for a few moments too long. *Xue Yang,* he said. *Do you know…where he is?* 

Song Lan hesitated. The reluctance to speak the truth returned in force. Lie, it urged. It would be a relief, surely, for Xingchen to know that he couldn’t do any more harm. It could provide some sort of closure, help him move on. But there was a nagging memory at the back of his mind that heard Xingchen’s laugh, saw him sitting side-by-side with the man Song Lan had hated more than anyone in the world. The friend he’d killed to save.

He deserves to know, he thought wearily, and so he said, *he is dead.* (Life After Death)

8. It was Pete he thought of. Everything he’d done to Pete. Every way he’d hurt him, and Pete said it was fine, Pete said he didn’t care, it didn’t matter now, but Pete didn’t know how much he mattered so he wasn’t exactly a trustworthy judge. Vegas knew how somebody else – anybody else – would see it, looking at them from the outside, and mostly he didn’t care because Pete’s opinion was the only one that mattered but if he thought about it– 

What goes around, he thought in English, and laughed a little. Him dying here wouldn’t make anything better. Might make some peoples’ lives a little easier, but it wasn’t like it would fix anything that he’d already done. But maybe it wouldn’t make anything worse, either.

Don’t you dare walk away, Vegas, Pete said. Vegas, look at me.

His eyes slipped closed again and this time he didn’t try to open them again. Pete was going to be so upset. His bodyguard friends who hated Vegas had better take care of him. Better than Vegas had. (All's Fair)

[taviewritesstuff]

BT Redux, FLaG Relance, and the Visions Behind Them

So one of the things I’ve been learning on this journey of reinventing myself and my skills is the concept of vision. Or rather, why having one is pretty important.

I admit, when I first started writing stories, I just thought of, “This would be awesome to write out!” Which would explain some of my crazier stories during middle and high school (which I still read from time to time to remind myself of my progress, and because of nostalgia!).

But since I’ve started making reboots of my larger works, I realize that if I want them to succeed, I need to have a clear, concrete vision of where I want the stories to go. Having a vision for something is just as important as doing it, because it gives you a clear direction.

And nowhere do I need that direction more than in the reboots of two of my bigger stories—Blazin’ Trails and For Love and Glory.

For Blazin’ Trails, it really just started out as a quick idea I had, and then it turned into multiple ideas. It wasn’t really supposed to be anything other than an outlet/story dump thing for Ricochet Rabbit and Droop-a-Long, but that changed drastically when my buddy Vulaan Kulaas and I started incorporating story arcs, and I realized that what we envisioned for the story then wasn’t working with the way the story was going now. I had envisioned a Gunsmoke like story with some Hanna-Barberian elements, which was obvious in some chapters. Adding purely serious stories just wouldn’t cut it in the current Blazin’ Trails, not to mention the timeline was all out of wack. Add in the new characters (which both me and VK were creating all the time, haha), and it was a crap show. For a while, writing this gave me some stress because I felt like I was a failure, promising all these cool plot lines and not delivering them in the next update.

The original For Love and Glory was kinda similar, but it differs in that I kinda had an outline for where I wanted to go with it. I was inspired by a comment that questioned how Toosh got his start as a hero, and I decided to answer that question with a DARK AND GRITTY story—to make him a flawed, yet relatable character, which is a good idea in concept, but I admit fell flat in execution. I actually did want to make it a full series, but the lack of response was disheartening, which made me falsely believe that the story wasn’t worth sharing. It’s why I never posted the sequels to the original, since I figured that nobody would read it. I questioned if people would really care, or if it was worth writing content for the two characters. Plus, looking back at the old story made me feel like certain things weren’t explained and the world building was incredibly poor. And unlike with Ric, I didn’t really get the hang of writing Toosh (Dum, though, was easier.) which kinda showed in the writing. Honestly, I was ready to give up on the story, even though a rewrite was always on the table.

Two things happened, though, that convinced me to not give up on these two works.

There was no really big epiphany with Blazin’ Trails, though. Vulaan Kulaas and I were talking about how the story needs to be changed, and she helped me to come up with the name, some plot lines, and of course, introduced lots of original characters. I went ahead and started changing up some plots, picking the most important events from the first story and cutting or consolidating the rest and cutting or revamping some characters. And with the new ideas that VK was giving me, I felt my creative mojo come back. I was now adding more stories and better character development. The “guest stars” actually had important roles! And now I’m spending more time on the wiki than I am on Tumblr, much to my buddy’s amusement XD

Then, I had a few silly ideas that fantasy elements could go into this story, and then they just stuck. And then I wrote it, and realized that the fantasy elements were just right for the new story I wanted to go with. And then I realized I’d have to redo characters’ backstories, personalities, and even the whole world. A Princess Connect/Symphogear-like story with some Hanna-Barberian elements would be awesome to write…but it wouldn’t cut with the original “DARK AND GRITTY” vision of the original. I feel like I’m finally getting a hold of Touché’s voice, and slowly but surely, some more details about the world will be added. And then of course, not helping is my current obsession with my OTPs for the story, Touché and Edith and Cat and Dum.

My vision for Blazin’ Trails Redux is a story that gives Ricochet and Droop-a-Long, as well as the large cast that supports them, the proper Western that they deserve.

My vision for For Love and Glory Relance, is to create, essentially, the best Touché Turtle story around, one that gives both him and Dum-Dum the proper story they deserve.

Now that I have a clear vision for what I want to do for both of these stories, I’ve been working on them full force (well, more the former than the latter). Who knows, I may or may not create a separate side blog specifically for FLaG, LOL.

Either way, I must admit, I am SO hyped to write both of these!

[mostcensored]

The redux of a failed system run on corrupted foreign policies and major lies is back in full swing.

The literal "Recycling Center" the White House has become is part of a bigger agenda to revert back to our old system of compartmentalized leadership with no intention of helping the nation.

Our future is being set up to harbor perpetual war, outrageous taxes, and a completely tanked economy while welcoming in thousands of undocumented non-citizens to an overflowing nation.

The Obama era being recycled and rebranded to help Sleepy Joe cover his tracks while we're thrown back into the failed Paris Climate Accord, Iran nuclear deal, and refunding of the World Health Organization are just a few of the backsteps we've taken but not the last.

We're being sucked dry AGAIN after surviving a fake crisis costing us a full year filled with sensationalism, medical propaganda, and a fake illness thats being fed to us to continue the fear based control we're under.

The inherited catastrophe we had rid ourselves of has now been reinstated for a new false flag to take place.

Keeping us inslaved and subservient to foreign terrorists and socialist controlling our current muppet seemed to be the plan all along.

The cooperation with the CCP and Iran over trade and nuclear deals is an out right slap in the face showing the nation were sleeping with the enemy again at the expense of every American still breathing.

Disregarding all the planned terrorism and human rights violations that are ongoing from both countries Biden has once again steered us into the crosshairs of destruction from all directions.

You just can't teach an old DOG new tricks.

[dj-thermal-detonator]

THE HIDDEN PATH TO 9/11 - WTC BOMBING OF 1993: False Flag Terrorism, Cover-Ups, & Missing Links Pt 3 from Truther TV on Vimeo.

Originally Premiered August 11, 2022 [Part 3 - FBI informant, or opportunist? + Missing conspirators and pretext attempts against Iraq]

34. - History Channeling Emad Salem’s recruitment for the FBI 35. 3:31 - Dr. M.T. Mehdi, an introduction to a Salem character witness 36. 15:48 - Kunstler Vs. Kahane from the Grave – Salem-Kahane-Chai link exposed 37. 21:26 - JDL = International-Terrorism 38. 25:02- By Way of the Masada, A brief overview of Jewish Terrorism 39. 33:22 - KSM Family Tree Redux with cousin Ammar - Islamic Terrorism or Arab Terrorism 40. 38:55 - Contrasts & Crossings - Piper & Kunstler JFK to 9-11 - KSM Redux II 41. 44:20 - Salem in question part I - Fear Mongering & False Flag Damage control for Jones 42. 52:41 - Salem in question part II - Obama Deception bandwagon & Pro-Neocon Policy 43. 58:59 - Salem in question part III - Egyptian Agent & Zionist + Sander Hicks interview 44. 01:06:17 - Abdul Rahman Yasin - The 6th Bomber Who Got Away 45. 01:18:16 - The Yasin's and the Bombing Conspirators' Den 46. 01:27:10- 1st. Attack = 1st Iraqi Terrorism Pretext- Yasin=Haddas Apt. w/Salameh & Yousef 47. 01:40:30 - OBL in retrospect to Nosair and the Gulf War-era + Ali Mohamed revisited 48. 01:53:43 - Ali Mohamed the Handler and Al-Qaeda mid-man, challenged. 49. 01:58:44 - Bojinka revisited w/Bin Ladin brother-in-law Jamal Khalifa suspected link to Trade Center Bombing

The Hidden Path To 9/11 - WORLD TRADE CENTER BOMBING OF 1993: False Flag Terrorism, Cover-Ups, and Missing Links is a 4 part expansive revised film produced and narrated by Thermal Detonator (Truther TV /We Are Change LA) with writing, research, and narration assistance by Adam Fitzgerald (The Darkened Hour: adamfitzgerald.podbean.com/). ‘The Hidden Path…’ is a compendium of other documentaries originating from Truther TV's ‘AN INCONVENIENT 9/11 TRUTH [Part II]: Roads from NYC to OKC’ [2015]. This film is not just about the 1993 WTC bombing but also a chain of events before and right after, including some instances on the cusp of the September 11th attacks…

The remaining parts of the film will be released in the next coming months by the coming 21-year anniversary of 9/11 on September 11th, 2022.

Please consider donating or becoming a Patreon if you would like to see improvements, as well as advanced viewing of the film: patreon.com/thermaldetonator

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[heyredux]

Hey Aiden, how did you and Redux meet each other?

Aidenlooked up from his newspaper at the front desk, a bit of an oddquestion though certainly not the first time he had gotten it, mostpeople were rather curious if Redux was adopted or not. Aidennow folded up his paper, it felt like the polite thing to do, to givehis customer all of his attention as his mind drifted back to anothertime. How long had it been since he first met Redux...13 years if heremembered correctly and that night he felt like his memory wascrystal clear.He just couldn’t forget the child hefound behind his shop when he was taking the trash out. The smallthing cowering where he thought he was safe, away from public, awayfrom his worries and fears.Aiden remembered that healmost instantly realized that something was wrong about the child,past the obvious red flags of abuse laced across the childsskin. It took not even a second to decide that he wouldtake the boy in, but took hours to gain Redux’s trust. Heremembered shutting down the shop early that night. Hestayed up through the night, to make sure that he was their if everneeded.For awhile Aiden waited for someone to come forthe child, for some sort of missing persons poster or ad to go up.For months he thought of going to the police with the child but forsome reason he didn’t and instead took off more days from work totry and raise the child. He taught Redux what he thought he needed,having to enter online classes to refresh his mind on lessons past,outdated knowledge needed updating.Yearslater the boy finally picked a name he was comfortable with, Aidenspent a small fortune and then some to get the boy a new SS, an IDand false adoption papers anda fake highschool deploma.Anevent in itself that tookmonths,money and sketchy connections but it was worth it to ‘legally’have Redux as his son.Aidensmiled peacefully as he leaned forward, elbows rested on the counter,his voice filled with warmth, and pride.“Ah met Redux’syears ago, atan orphanage.Couldn’t scoop that child up fast enough.”Whathappened that night and the months, years,after wasn’t for the world to know. There was too much there, andhe felt it wasn’t his place to whisper a part of his boys lifeRedux wasn’t happy with. Only Redux could tell that tale, and noone else.Sometimes he was surprised though, that he neverhad a wisp of trouble from the boy’s old family. No one everstepped up to claim Redux as their own, this always left a nastytaste in the man’s mouth and a sinking feeling of dread in hisstomach for what was, and what could be in his son’s life.Buthe’d be damned if he would ever let any harm come to Redux. Bloodor not, that was his son and he was willing to fight for him.

[greekowl87]

False Flags - Ghost Ship 6/?

A/N: I know this isn’t my most popular work but it is one close to my heart that I continue to work on even when real life and chaos reign supreme. I thank you for anyone who still takes a moment to read it and/or supports this endeavor. Finally got chapter six done. Chapter seven is underway and being formulated.

For those that need to catch up...The First Fic: (False Flags Redux) | Ghost Ship: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) or if AO3 is your thing, you’ve got your choices. Sorry for any grammar or issues of that nature. No beta, I suck at editing on the computer, and Grammarly only does so much. I still hope you enjoy it. Tagging: @today-in-fic, @improlificinsarcasm,  @baronessblixen, and @suitablyaggrieved

Buckley sat by the window of the hotel room carelessly spinning an unloaded Colt 1911 on the small table the motel staff had placed in the double room. Across the room, Alex Krychek groaned in annoyance and turned up the volume on the television with his one good arm. Buckley snorted and continued to spin the pistol. “Will you stop that!” Krychek shouted angrily. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“Am I? Good, Alexi.”

“Stop calling me that! I don’t know what the old man sees in you. Enlisting your help a second time? You screwed up and got caught last time.”

“And I got shot by Mulder too but the tip came from an anonymous informant. Besides, shouldn’t you be doing something useful. Like getting us dinner or something.”

Krychek shuddered. “And I lost a goddamn arm thanks to Mulder and I’m not complaining. God, don’t you ever shut up? I’m not your servant so stop bothering me. I’m not supposed to let you out of myself or else god forbid you to go rogue.”

“Why worry?”

“I’ve seen your work,” Krycek huffed. He thought about the file folder and the gruesome pictures he had seen. It reminded him of Jack the Ripper, especially when Mulder and Scully had caught him during his last crime spree. “You’re fucking insane.”

“I used to be a gangster from the 1920s.” He replied. His voice took on a Chicago accent briefly. 

‘That’s where I learned all that.”

“You really are insane. Bipolar. Order a pizza or something if you’re so damn hungry. The phone book is right there.”

Buckley chuckled and continued to stare on the window, spinning the pistol.

****************

They slept through the night but that didn’t do anything to calm one agent’s nerves. The ocean pounded the sandbars only matched Scully’s racing heart. Mulder sipped his coffee and leaned against the counter. “Scully, you’re pacing,” Mulder quipped from the couch.

“I feel like a prisoner here,” she answered. She looked around at the ocean-inspired theme and shook her head. “It feels irreverent like Arcadia did.”  She crossed her arms and looked at Mulder. “Don’t you feel the same? We can’t leave.”

“I don’t remember anyone saying that. Skinner didn’t say that. We’re free to come and go as we please. It isn’t like Skinner has placed us in protective custody and he’s standing in the corner watching our every move. We have our weapons. We’re trained, federal agents. We’re okay.”

She shook her head in frustration. “I have the worst feeling growing in the back of my mind. He’s closer than they think he is.” She scratched the back of her neck and Mulder got from the couch to catch her hand. “What?”

“It’s not the chip,” he answered quickly. “This isn’t like Ruskin Dam. This isn’t the Syndicate coming after us. This is just old fashioned…” He sighed, unable to find the word. His fingers caressed the back of her neck gently. “It’s just our past coming back to haunt us. Quite literally. In the physical form of a sociopath.”

“You should have killed the bastard when you had the chance,” she replied. Scully relaxed into his touch and closed her eyes. “Might have saved us this headache.”

“You are the better shot between the two of us. Sorry. Couldn’t kill Model, couldn’t kill Buckley even at close range. But you, my kick-ass G-woman can shot a Sig Sauer P-226 with the precision of a surgeon and still take out and heal with the same ability. Maybe I should just give you my own weapon.”

Scully smiled ruefully and leaned into the shoulder she had shot years before. Mulder laughed and held her close. She took a deep breath and looked up to him and said, “I imagined our time down here filled with doing the tourist traps, relaxing with you on the beach, and just having fun.”

“We still can. The Bodie Lighthouse isn’t that far. Neither is Roanoke Island. Let’s go there. Check out the history. Maybe we can solve the case of the missing colony.”

“They’re national parks.”

“And we’re federal agents. We’ll be fine.” He gave her a weak smile. “Let’s do the lighthouse today. We can spend tomorrow on Manteo and have some dinner or something.”

“Mulder…”

“It’s better than seeing you pace back and forth. It’ll be fun.”

“Fine,” she conceded. “Anything is better than just being stressed.”

“I know you hate flying but are you afraid of heights?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. Why?”

“Have you ever been up in a lighthouse?”

“Surprisingly, no.”

“Really? Coming from the woman who loves the seas.” Mulder grinned. “You’re going to love it.”

*********************

The FBI partners gathered their weapons and badges to hide them discreetly among their clothes. They grabbed Scully’s purse, locked their beach house, and went down to Mulder’s car. He hated seeing Scully like this and knew that this trip would be just the thing. They made the drive down NC-12 to Cape Hatteras National Park chatting silently with one another. When they arrived at the fork for Cape Hatteras National Park, he took the right back down the highway. After a short distance, he turned left down a small paved road where Bodie Island Lighthouse was. Mulder pulled their car in the small gravel parking lot and smiled at Scully. “Well?”

She leaned forward to look out of the windshield. The black and white striped lighthouse stood off in the distance with the white lightkeeper’s house nearby. “It’s quaint,” she smiled. “Very tucked away. I’d imagine you might be used to up in New England.”

“I’ve seen a few.

“It has a history as well.”

“I bet it does.” 

They climbed out of the car and Mulder was surprised when Scully openly took his hand and led him towards the Lightkeeper’s House, which served as the gift shop and the National Park Service’s Office. As if she had been there before, she knew right where everything was. Mulder became interested in some of the lighthouse knick-knacks as she purchased two tickets to climb the lighthouse. “Got those tickets to the stairway to heaven, Scully?”

“Hahaha,” she smiled. Much to this delight, she took his arm as they ventured back outside to a bench near the lighthouse to wait for the next tour. She guided him to sit with her on the bench overlooking the lighthouse. “I should really purchase a camera for this trip.”

“We can buy a postcard.”

“I’m talking about us.” She rolled her eyes in amusement. “Why do you have to be difficult?”

“Because I love it when you say, ‘You’re crazy, Mulder.’  Besides, who needs a camera when you have a photographic memory?” He tapped his temple. “All our recent memory making…”

She laughed and it lifted Mulder’s spirit. Despite having a reincarnated her ex-husband murderer who happened to be a serial killer in this life hunting down them while they were on their first vacation as a couple, he was so happy to hear her laughter. She smiled and rested her head against the bicep. She closed her eyes sleepily. “What do you say to about taking a nap in the hammock we have on the deck when we get home?”

“Despite the threat of…”

“Ssshhh. But yes.”

“As long as we pick up dinner along the way. Are you in the mood for seafood?”

“What about some Carolina BBQ?”

“I like you in a vacation mood. Why can’t you be more open to greasy foods when we’re in the field?”

“Vacation. There’s a difference,” she laughed.

Mulder watched a park ranger walk past them, calling, “All those for tickets for the 12:00 lighthouse tour line up behind me.”

“That’s us,” Scully whispered.

“Do you have to be first at everything?”

“I have to remind you who is the boss in this relationship. Tell me, Walking History Textbook, what is special about this lighthouse?”

“I remember,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head, “trying to blow it up with the retreating troops but I got orders to report to Norfolk instead.”

She chuckled. “Fucking past lives but then again, I have those to thank for my better sex life.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Shut up.” Her eyes opened and she tugged on his arm. “Let’s go.”

“This salt air is doing wonders for your spirit,” he remarked.

“Maybe it’s the company more.”

Mulder smiled and kissed her forehead lovingly. She walked together to the front of the lighthouse where others were lining up in front of a park ranger. The woman park ranger smiled and waved people closer. “Gather around everyone. First, a few rules before we go up. The stairs in this lighthouse aren’t like the ones at Cape Hatteras. Only one person at a time can be on them, going up or going down in either direction. You can have multiple people on the landings,” the park ranger explained. “Now that we have that out of the way, can anyone tell me about the lighthouse?”

The tour group was met with silence as the park ranger started to talk about a mini-history lesson about Congress approving the lighthouse and its history from the Civil War to the present. As the park ranger concluded her mini-speech, she stepped back and motioned for everyone to begin their journey upwards. Mulder and Scully were in the middle of the group and took a moment to take in the moment all around them. Other tourists, the lovely March weather, and Scully in sunglasses smiling and laughing with her arm wrapped through his. It was so nice to see you here relaxed and happy.

“Are you happy?” Mulder whispered to her.

“Yes,” she answered. 

That was all he needed at that moment. He really should have bought a disposable camera to capture this moment. As they climbed the lighthouse in a single file line, he was entranced by the magic of the moment. They paused periodically on each landing, overlooking various aspects of the horizon. The salt marshes and sounds of the Ocean on the other end. The Atlantic on the other side. Scully laughing. Eventually, they reached the top, the wind whipped Scully’s hair.

She gripped the railings of Bodie Lighthouse and leaned over to look at the people below. Mulder’s hand rested lightly on her back and he whispered, “What a view huh?”

“Hey, mister!”

A young kid’s voice caught both of them off guard and as they turned they saw a young boy with a brand new Polaroid camera. He smiled, speaking loudly over the wind. “I’ll take three pictures of you for five bucks.”

“Try three,” Mulder haggled, getting into the spirit.

“Two dollars includes on the spot printing. Memories last forever.”

“You sound like a Hallmark commercial.”

“Mom lets me watch a lot of tv. What do you say? Five dollars for three pictures?”

“What do you say, Scully?”

She nodded and smiled. The kid smiled and raised his camera. He took a series of three shots. One of them both overlooking the railing out to the Atlantic sea, second of them together smiling for the camera, and an unscripted kiss that briefly turned passionate, all of which was captured on the kid’s camera. Scully broke away, her cheeks flushed as she smiled. Mulder dug through his jean’s pockets until he produced a crumpled five-dollar bill. He exchanged it as Scully still took the still-developing photos.

Scully waved the photos in the sea air in a vain attempt to get them to develop quicker. She briefly flashed back to when she found that picture of them in the library archives in Newport News months ago from 1863. But there was something else that bloomed up inside of her; pride love, tenderness, devotion. Finally, something to memorialize and immortalize this moment now. She eyed the top image of them kissing with affection. Mulder was saying something before he returned to her.

“How did they turn out?”

“The kid has an eye for photography?” She answered.

They both gripped the photos to keep them from flying away in the sea breeze. “The Gunmen can make copies of these,” he whispered into her ear. “We can put one down into the basement and make Skinner jealous.”

“Or we can keep the copies for ourselves,” she answered. She rested her head against his chest; the sea breeze was in one ear with echoes of eternity from the Atlantic and his heartbeat was steady with promises of the future. “We need to buy a camera.”

“I can agree with that.” They watched the pictures develop on top of the lighthouse as they stood close to each other and as another momentarily in the winds of their entwined existence became immortalized once again on film. Scully felt relaxed and, for once, at peace. “Let me put those pictures in my purse,” she whispered softly.

Mulder gladly obliged and she carefully tucked away their pictures. They stood together, admiring the 360 panorama view that Bodie Lighthouse gave. After a while, they descended the staircase back down to the ground. Scully took his hand in public, unafraid who was watching and dragged Mulder to the gift shop. As he enjoyed the moment of this rare display of public affection, Mulder had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that disappeared when Scully’s lips met his.

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Buckley sat in the farthest car from the lighthouse, looking through his binoculars. Krychek sat next to him and asked, “Is it them?”

“Yep,” the other man replied. “Just like I told you.”

********************

Mulder looked at the Polaroids that had been taken at the lighthouse that day. He could only imagine the film on the disposable camera and how wonderful the shots were going to be. He and Scully laughing, posing together as a couple framed by the lighthouse and the Atlantic Ocean. The little kids who had charged them five dollars for the pictures were ruthless but he finally had some proof of their happiness in this life. He contemplated calling upon the Gunmen to use their technological magic to digitize the photos but that would be for another day. He had been relatively low profile with his relationship with Scully over the past three months and he did not want to push it unless she was okay with it.

“Hey, Scully,” he called, “when do you think we should tell your mom?”

“About what, Mulder?”

“Us,” he replied.

From the kitchen island, Scully was curled up on the couch with a blanket watching ‘Dharma and Greg’ and not really paying attention to him. She rested her arm on the back of the couch and twisted to look at him. “What aspect of us?”

“Well,” Mulder began, setting the photos down, “the change in our relationship for starters.”

“Or the IVF?”

“I wasn’t going to go there.”

“But you were thinking about it.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” he admitted. He set the pictures aside and joined her on the couch. “I’ve just been thinking lately.”

“Well, I feel like there’s been a lot of that going around,” she said. Mulder unfurled her legs and rested her feet in his lap. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I’m not really thinking.”

“Or maybe you’re just too busy thinking. Are you thinking about the IVF?”

“I would want to try again if you are willing too.”

“I still want to think about it,” she replied.

He lightly massaged her feet and she hummed in approval. “I can’t believe how sore my feet are from climbing all those stairs.”

“It’s not like you aren’t used to all work. You’re the FBI equivalent of Wonder Women running in high heels.”

“I appreciate the compliant, Mulder, but if you remember, I decided to wear flip-flops that have no support.”

“Well, where else could you get weather nice enough to wear flip flops in March?”

She giggled as he got a particular ticklish area. “Only in Nags Head.”  She nodded to the show that was on. “So, I caught this the first time when I was in San Diego. Have you ever heard of it?”

“What is it?”

“The show’s called ‘Dharma and Greg.’”

“I believe I have,” he said. “Some flower child marries a lawyer and chaos ensues when they decide to marry on the first date. So which one am I? Dharma or Greg?”

“Dharma,” she answered. “But opposites attract and make us better for it. Wouldn’t you agree, Mulder?”

He chuckled. “I might be inclined to. Do you want to keep it on this or find some nature documentary?”

“I like that and this version of Domestic Scully.”

“Did you lock the doors downstairs?”

“Yes,” he answered, “and I triple checked all the locks and windows. The only window that will be open is the one to our bedroom on the third floor.”

“And our weapons?”

“In the bedroom on the nightstands.”

She relaxed and nodded in approval. She withdrew her feet and switched her sitting position. She lounged against Mulder, wrapping his arms securely around her, and they enjoyed the rest of the comedy sitcom. He smiled into her arm and pressed a kiss, solidifying this moment in his memory. Even though there was a psycho that might be trying to kill them, he was the happiest he had been in a long time.

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Mulder and. Scully had retired after television for a few more hours of watching prime time sitcoms. Scully disappeared into their bedroom and he did a quick lap around the beach house to check all their locks. By the time he got back up to their third-floor bedroom, he could hear the water running in the master bathroom.

“Mulder,” Scully called through the partially closed door. “Did you get everything you needed to do done?”

He could hear the partially slurred speech. “Is that wine I smell?” He dare not open the door. While this vacation had stress from fear of a psycho, it was bringing out sides of Scully he had only dreamed of and seen in one other lifetime. “Scully?”

“Hmm.” She giggled. “Maybe. Come join me, Mulder.”

“Where did you get the wine?”

He was already taking off his shirt and Scully’s laughter was causing his blood to boil in anticipation. “I snuck it in our last shopping trip,” she replied. She was giggling again. “Mulder, come on. There are still bubbles.”

Bubbles. “Aw, Scully.”

He pushed the door open slightly and saw her hair clipped back and a coffee mug in her hand. Most of her were covered by the bubbles from the jacuzzi so all that he saw was the one bare leg perched near the faucet. “Scully…” he crooned.

“What? Go grab yourself a coffee mug and bring the bottle with you!” She was smiling. Even though they decided to take their relationship to a new level, this still seemed so uncharacteristic of her. “Come on, Mulder. We’re on vacation.”

“I know we are,” he answered. He chose his next words carefully. “Weren’t you the one earlier who was concerned about our safety?”

“I’m not letting them get to me. Us. I was thinking about what you said earlier.”

“About telling your mom?”

“No. I want to try again when we get back to D.C.”

Mulder smiled and his concerns momentarily forgotten. “I’ll be right back.”

He went to the fridge, grabbed the open bottle, and a coffee mug from the fridge. She was smiling coyly at him. He topped off her coffee mug and shucked his jeans. In one fluid movement, he slid behind her and coiled his arms around her. “It’s a good thing you’re so small,” he teased. He kissed his favorite spot behind her ear. “Or else this w

Scully lounged back into him. “I’ve been dreaming,” she whispered to him softly. She sipped the wine-filled coffee mug. “Don’t worry, it’s not any new past lives or anything.”

“I’m glad?”

She heard the question in his voice. “I am just thinking about this life and the last. Us. What could have been.”

Scully was always amazed how well they just worked together, either spiritually, or as she had discovered lately, physically as well. She sipped her wine. “Now or then,” he asked.

“Then. I still have a hard time believing it was real, Mulder.”

Together, they entwined their hands and caressed her flattened abdomen. He nuzzled her neck and closed his eyes. They both could remember those memories for the early 1860s, the joy of their unborn child, laying together, and dreaming about the future. “It was,” he replied. “And I don’t know how this whole past life thing works but we’ve been given a second chance.”

“By remembering?”

She turned her head in question and Mulder found her lips. “We’ll have that again.”

“Your faith is grounding.”

“Did you enjoy the lighthouse today?” He asked, changing the subject. “I was thinking why not tour all them? We can drive back down to Cape Hatteras and climb the lighthouse there. Or drive an hour or so up to Corolla and climb the Currituck Lighthouse. And there are the ferries...Ocracoke, Knotts Island…”

“One day at a time, Mulder,” she laughed. “Today was Bodie Lighthouse. Tomorrow is Manteo. Tonight is this.”

“So,” he paused, setting aside both of the wine mugs. “Do you want to try to experiment and push the bounds of this fancy bathtub?”

“I bet you’re more effective than those water jets,” she challenged.

Mulder smiled and kissed her deeply. “I’ll get you to relax on this vacation.”

Scully just deepened the kiss and pulled him closer.

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Further up the barrier islands in Duck, North Carolina, Franklin Buckley, and Alex Krycek were at a small pizzeria. Over shared slices and bad beer, they talked. “I still don’t get it,” Krycek started. “Why is this so fucking important to you? Mulder is no one.”

“Your boss is interested in them.”

“And this somehow makes you the best choice?”

“Alexi…”

“Alex.”

“Alex.” Buckley grinned. “Have you ever wanted revenge so badly that you would do anything? Take back what is rightfully yours?”

Krychek grew quiet. “I have.”

“Then this is no different. It’s all a matter of waiting. Are you going to finish that pizza?”

“No.” Krycek was distracted. “Go ahead.”

“Must suck having one arm but I’ll tell you, this pizza is better than anything than they served in the joint.”

“What’s your plan?”

“You’ll see. In the meantime, it is all the matter of waiting and seeing.”

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FALSE JOBS NUMBERS✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔✔ LIES 👉[BUREAU OF LABOR STATISTICS]👈

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FALSE UNEMPLOYMENT RATE✔

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FARM🚜BANKRUPTCIES AT ALL TIME HIGH⬆ AGRICULTURE🚜 SURPLUS SMALLEST IN THE LAST 🚩40 YEARS!!!🚩

👉WISCONSIN🇺🇸LOSING 2 FARMS A DAY👈✔NOW FACING SERIOUS DAIRY🐄CRISIS✔

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GLOBAL OIL🛢MARKET WORSEN'S AS OPEC TAKES 🚩EMERGENCY ACTION🚩TO DEAL WITH 💥[CORONAVIRUS]💥

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BRITAIN🇬🇧PRODUCTIVITY DECLINE IS THE WORSE IN 250 YEARS. -BLOOMBERG NEWS

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WALL STREET BROKERS BRACING FOR WILD 👉VOLATILITY ADVISING MOST INVESTORS 👉TO BUY ON THE DIP👈 🚩RED FLAGS🚩

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🚩🚩YIELD-CURVE INVERSION REDUX🚩🚩SPREAD BETWEEN A 3 MONTH AND 10 YEAR 📉TREASURIES GETTING WORSE DAILY📉

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MANUFACTURING JOBS FELL IN THE U.S.🇺🇸👉[RUST-BELT SWING STATES🇺🇸IN 2019]👈INDIANA, MICHIGAN, PENNSYLVANIA, OHIO ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾

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CHINA🇨🇳WISELY INJECTS 380 BILLION YUAN VIA 7DAY REVERSE REPOS THEN ANOTHER 120 BILLION YUAN IN 14DAYS A TOTAL OF 500BILLION YUAN OR $71 BILLION U.S.🇺🇸 WHY? [TO SAVE THE GLOBAL🌎MARKET📉]

👉BECAUSE OF THE GLOBAL SLOWDOWN👈GOD💫PROPHECY OF GLOBAL RECESSION!!!

🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳BLESSINGS4 GODS💫SPECIAL💫ANGEL💫PRESIDENT🇨🇳 XI JINPING😇

🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳🇨🇳

GODS💫CREATED CHILDREN IN HIS WORLD 👉HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU DID TO HELP👈 👉👉[SAVE THE WORLD'S🌎ECONOMY]👈👈

☝THAT'S WHY THE STOCK MARKET IS UP☝

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UNFORTUNATELY, DEMONTRUMP👹WILL WAG HIS LYING TONGUE AND TAKE CREDIT FOR IT!!! ♦STUPID PEOPLE WAKE UP🌅♦

👉👉A GLOBAL RECESSION IS CLOSE👈👈

👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹👹

YET, SATAN'S DEMONTRUMP👹WILL KEEP MANY FOOLS ASLEEP WITH OBVIOUS LIES!!!

BUT THE OBEDIENT ONE'S OF OUR👁GOD💫ARE AWAKENED🌄SPIRITUALLY💫AND WILL [NOT BE FOOLED]FOR THEY ARE BLESSED✝🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜💀💀💀🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛

GODSAYS💫10,000 DEMONS👹WILL PERISH THE CURRENT DEATH COUNT IS🤜💀50!!!

🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜💀💀💀🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄🌄

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HELP MAKE A DREAM💫BECOME REALITY

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GODS💫HOLY💫SIGN✝ABOVE NAZARETH✝ REPRESENTING HIS✝COMING HOLY BIGSIGN [WITNESSED] BY MANY INCLUDING SINGER JOVANA TIPSIN [2/2/2020]

BLESSINGS4 JOVANA TIPSIN🔥SHE HAS SO RECEIVED A FLAMING FIRE🔥SYMBOL AND SHALL BE INVITED TO A FUTURE ANGEL😇QUEENS💜PARTY🎉

LOOK UPON THE SPIRITUAL FLAMING GLOW SEEN A TOP [THIS TUMBLR PAGE] RIGHT [ABOVE] THE ANGEL👑OF DEATH💀IMAGE!!!

👉IT SEEMS [NO MEDIA OUTLETS] WANT👈 THIS REAL PROOF SIGN FROM GOD POSTED

WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT, IT SHALL BE!!!

👁GOD✝ HAS SENT HIS✝SIGN AND CHOSEN!🇺🇸🇺🇸2020🇺🇸JOE C😎😎L BIDEN🇺🇸2020🇺🇸🇺🇸

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GODSAYS💫SURELY MY PROPHECY OVER [2] YEARS AGO POSTED THEN ON [GOOGLE+] [SHALL BE SO TRUTH] ON A COLD🌬AND CLOUDY☁JULY SUMMER DAY!!!

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👉5 PROPHECIES GIVEN SHALL BE JUST AS THEE OTHER [6] THAT CAME TO BE REALITY

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[3,3 AND3 AFTER THE EARLY DAWN✔]

👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ CAME TO REALITY JUST [3] DAYS AFTER ON JUNE 14TH AT A [GOP CHARITY] BASEBALL PRACTICE IN ALEXANDRIA, VA. WHEN A SHOOTER SHOT MULTIPLE ROUNDS STRIKING THEN [GOP] MAJORITY WHIP STEVE SCALISE👹[3RD] IN LINE FROM THE PRESIDENCY AND OTHERS FROM [3RD] BASE!!!

[JUNE 14TH 2017!!!]

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[WHITESTARS WARNED TO OBEY✔]

👉THEY WERE TOLD TO GET READY!!!👈

2 DAYS AFTER 👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ [59] CONCERTGOERS IN PARADISE, NEVADA WERE KILLED BY SHOOTER!!!

[OCTOBER 2017!!!]

#SPIRIT💫JUMP!!!

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[TRAIN ACCIDENT✔]

5 WEEKS AFTER 👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ A AMTRAK TRAIN🚆CARRYING REPUBLICANS TO A RETREAT CRASHES INTO TRUCK🚚 NEAR CORZET, VIRGINIA AND KILLS DRIVER!

[JANUARY 2018!!!]

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[MEGA EARTHQUAKES IN MEXICO🇲🇽✔]

2 DAYS AFTER 👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ A 7.2 MEGA EARTHQUAKE KILLS OVER [200+] PEOPLE!!! GOD💫GAVE ME INSTRUCTIONS TO HAVE HEAVENS💫SPIRITUAL ANGELS💫TO STIR THE GROUND AND KILL!!! THEY DID!!

[FEBRUARY 2018!!!]

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[BIG VOLCANO ERUPTING🌋✔]

AFTER 250 YEARS JAPAN VOLCANO BLOWS! 2 MONTHS AFTER 👁GODS💫PROPHECY✝ IT DID SO SHOCK MANY PEOPLE!!!

[APRIL 2018!!!]

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[DARKSTARS WARNED TO OBEY✔]

👉THEY WERE TOLD TO GET READY!!!👈

A WEEK AFTER GODS💫PROPHECY✝ [22] PEOPLE WERE SHOT AND INJURED AT A ART FESTIVAL IN TRENTON, NEW JERSEY!

[JUNE 2018!!!]

#SPIRIT💫JUMP!!!

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NONE OF MANKIND CAN STOP GODS PLANS

NONE OF MANKIND CAN STOP PROPHECIES

THE OBEDIENT ONES OF OUR MIGHTY GOD UNDERSTAND TIME IS RUNNING OUT⏳FOR ALL OF MANKIND FOR THESE ARE REALLY THE LAST OF END DAYS🌅

👁GOD💫IS MIGHTY IN HOLY💫POWER FOR HE✝ ALONE IS IN TOTAL CONTROL!!!

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

ONLY 👁GOD💫CAN CHANGE HEAVENLY💫COLORED✝ VISIONS AND PROPHECIES✝

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

ONLY OUR BABYANGELS😇BIRTHS👣CAN [SAVE MANKIND] 👁GOD💫SAID! FOR HE✝ SHALL GIVE MANKIND ⭐21⭐EXTRA YEARS OF ⭐EXISTENCE⭐AFTER THEIR BORN👣

IF, THEY ARE NOT BORN 💥WW3💥DEATH💀DESTRUCTION FOR ALL OF MANKIND!!!

👉👉GODSAYS💫IT CAN BE AVERTED👈👈

🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜🤜💀💀💀🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛🤛IF, I LIVED IN THE CITY OF VAN NUYS SURELY I WOULD SPREAD [TRUTH REALITY WORDS] AROUND THAT CITY [TO WATCH] WHAT YOU SAY TO 👁GODS💫YOUNGER BROTHER AND NEPHEW CURTIS JR. OF THE HOLY💫SPIRIT FOR SURELY A PROPHECY✝ BECOMING SO QUICK REALITY FROM 👁GOD💫 HAS BEEN SAID TO BE FORMING INSIDE OF HIS✝ HOLY POWERFUL💫MIND✝

TRUST STARNEISHA👽 BAYSHARA😇HOVER!DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE LORD GOD💫

BEFORE THE NOTRE DAME CATHEDRAL⛪ FIRE🔥IN FRANCE🇫🇷 WHAT MANKIND CALLS A UFO WAS SEEN 15 MINUTES BEFORE AND MANY VOLCANOES SMOKE AND ERUPT🌋 AFTER WHAT MANKIND CALLS A UFO WAS SEEN!!! DO YOUR RESEARCH AND OBEY!!!

🌅DO SO OBEY OUR MIGHTY LORD GOD✝🌅

~ENOCH😇FROM THE HOLY💫HEAVENS💫

👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👽👉GODSHEADANGEL1.POSTHAVEN.COM👈

BLESSINGS4 STEVEN BARONE💫WHO RECORDED THIS LAST NIGHT🌌

BLESSINGS4 UFO MAN💫WHO POSTED THIS TRUTH REALITY VIDEO 45 MINUTES AGO! 10:45AM PST 2/6/20

😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇😇

DO NOT MAKE ANY MISTAKE CHILDREN OF 👁GOD💫ALL OF US HIS ANGELS IN [FLESH] ARE NOT PERFECT IN ANY WAY! WE ALL DO MAKE MISTAKES AND HAVE OUR OPINIONS ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO SOME WE KNOW OR HAVE KNOWN! [BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE]✔ WE DO NOT TAKE IT PERSONALLY WHEN OUR OWN OPINIONS ARE VERY DIFFERENT FROM ONE ANOTHER'S! SOME OF MY ANGELQUEENS👑

ARE [PROFESSIONAL JOURNALISTS] WHO COME UNDER FIRE FOR SOMETHING ASKED OR SOMETHING SAID WRONGLY OR TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT THIS IS THE NATURE OF THE BUSINESS 👁GOD💫TRULY KNOWS ALL OF OUR HEARTS, MINDS AND SPIRITS AND ALLOWS US TO BE OURSELVES INCLUDING MYSELF WHO MANY WORLDWIDE REFER TO AS [THE FOUL MOUTHED ANGEL,] ITS TRUE!!

MANY WORLDWIDE🌎CAN'T BELIEVE GOD✝ WOULD HAVE 👉[ONE OF HIS TOP TWO]👈 ANGELS😇 IN [CHARGE OF HIS CREATED] CHILDREN USE SUCH VULGAR LANGUAGE BUT YOU WOULD BE INCREDIBLY WRONG!!!

OUR MIGHTY 👁GODS💫[IDEA] OF WHICH [ANGELS GET CHOSEN FOR SPECIFIC JOBS] OR JOURNEYS ARE [TOTALLY DIFFERENT] FROM YOURS, [HIS REASONS ARE HIS OWN]

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇

REMEMBER THIS, ALL OF YOU WORLDWIDE NOAH✝ WAS A DRUNK, MOSES✝ STUTTERED ABRAHAM✝WAS TOO OLD, ISAIAH✝HIMSELF PREACHED NAKED, JONAH✝ DID RUN FROM GOD✝💫PETER✝ DENIED JESUS✝CHRIST✝ SAMSON✝ WAS A WOMANIZER WHO HAD LONG HAIR, RAHAB✝ WAS A PROSTITUTE AND KING DAVID✝ HAD AN AFFAIR!!!

☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝☝

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

👁GOD💫[DOES NOT] CHOOSE ACCORDING TO WHAT ANY OF YOU IN MANKIND THINKS SHOULD BE!!! I AM HE, THY LIVING GOD💫CHOOSES [FOR HIS REASONS ALONE] ONLY HE, HIMSELF DOES SO KNOW AND MAKE NO MISTAKE [WE HIS ANGEL FAMILY] ARE NOT PERFECT NOR WERE ANY OF OUR CHOSEN 🙏ANGEL ANCESTORS IN [FLESH!!!]🙏

SO, WHEN YOU [HEAR OR SEE US] EXPRESS OUR [PERSONAL OPINIONS] ON A SUBJECT OR ON EACHOTHER MAKE NO MISTAKE ITS [A OPINION AT THAT TIME!]

TRUST, IT IS NOT EVER PERSONAL SURELY WE HIS [ANGEL FAMILY] KNOW HOW FAR TO GO, [THERE IS A LINE] HE DOES NOT ALLOW EVEN US TO CROSS!!! WE STAND UNITED IN STANDING UP☝FOR HIM✝

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[netmetic]

Linking Vuex State Machines Across Your Vue Client Applications with Solace PubSub+

Vue.js is a JavaScript framework developed by Evan You that’s making significant inroads as the framework of choice for modern single-page applications. One reason it has become so popular is that it comes with components any single-page-application is expected to have, such as a router, a developer UI to manage your application, and a state management library called Vuex. To learn more about Vue.js, visit the Getting Started with Vue site.

What is Vuex?

According to the official web site for Vuex, it is a state management pattern and library for Vue.js applications. It serves as a centralized store for all the components in an application, with rules ensuring that the state can only be mutated in a predictable fashion. It also integrates with Vue’s official devtools extension to provide advanced features such as zero-config time-travel debugging and state snapshot export / import.

Key to the architecture of Vuex are the concepts of state, views, and actions:

State serves as the source of truth that drives our applications

The view is a declarative mapping of the state

Actions are the ways the state could change in reaction to user inputs from the view

A simplistic illustration of a Vuex workflow

The Vuex store is instantiated within your application as a singleton, which means there is a single instance of the store that lives within your Vue application, and your various components look to it as the source of truth.

What makes Vuex even more powerful and easier to use is its deep integration into the Vue.Js  DevTool Chrome Extension, which allows you to look at the sequence of state mutations and even replay state changes.

Example of the Vuex view in the Vuex DevTool browser extension

Why are state machines important for your JavaScript applications?

State machines are becoming an increasingly important part of any modern application framework. With the pervasiveness of single-page application frameworks, it is also becoming a de facto part of front-end applications.

Depending on the JavaScript framework you are using, there are a variety of choices such as Vuex for Vue and Redux for React. There is also a JavaScript framework-agnostic library called XState.

If you are building an application, it will almost have ‘state’ associated with it. For front-end applications, your application state may include whether the user is logged in or whether the user is an admin. Compared to sprinkling and checking the logic for these transitions throughout your application, handling these states from a single location in your codebase is easier and less prone to errors. This is where a state machine library comes into play – typically exposed as a ‘singleton’ and accessed from within your application, it provides a single source of truth for the state of your applications.

Implementing Vuex for a turn-based game

Now let’s implement a basic Vuex container (state, actions, and mutations) for a turn-based game. Here are the key components we will need to implement:

State

player – The ID of the player (Player1or Player2 )

isTurn – Boolean value that represents whether it is the player’s turn

Actions

logIn – sets the player’s id

makeMove – Sends the move to the other player and swaps the turn off for the current player

receiveMove – Receives a move from the other player and activates the current player’s turn

Here is the bare-bones implementation:

export default new Vuex.Store({ state: { player: '', isTurn: false }, mutations: { LOGIN(state, player) { state.player = player if (state.player === 'Player1') state.isTurn = true }, TOGGLE_TURN(state) { state.isTurn = !state.isTurn } }, actions: { login({ commit }, player) { console.log('Attempting to login with ' + player) commit('LOGIN', player) }, makeMove({ commit, getters }, move) { if (getters.isTurn()) { //TODO: Send a move to the other player } }, receiveMove({ commit, getters }, otherPlayerMove) { if (!getters.isTurn()) { console.log( `Received move from other player ${JSON.stringify(otherPlayerMove)}` ) commit('TOGGLE_TURN') } } }, getters: { isTurn: state => () => { return state.isTurn }, getPlayer: state => () => { return state.player } } })

Implementation gaps

Now you’ve implemented a bare-bones skeleton of your Vuex store, but you may have noticed there are a few gaps.

You aren’t sending the ‘move’ object anywhere.

How do you get notified if another player made a move?

Suppose this was a two-player game, the sequence expected would be as follows:

Player1 and Player2 log in.

Player1 has his isTurn flag set to true and Player2 has his isTurn flag set to false.

Player1 sends his move over to Player2.

Player1’s isTurn flag is set to false.

Player2 receives the move and sets his isTurn flag to true.

We need a mechanism to establish communication between two different Vuex instances

Using Solace PubSub+ Event Broker to distribute your Vuex state

Solace PubSub+ Event Broker is a multi-protocol, fully featured and free-to-use event broker. One of the many transports that it supports is WebSocket for both Node.js and a browser, which makes it ideal for solving this particular problem.

The APIs and protocols that Solace PubSub+ Event Broker natively supports

The APIs and protocols that Solace PubSub+ Event Broker natively supports

Getting started with the PubSub+ Event Broker

To get started with PubSub+ Event Broker, you create a new Solace cloud messaging service (for FREE!). If you need help with creating a messaging service, refer to this guide.

Publish events from your Vuex store

Now in your makeMove(…) action, we  can change the code as follows:

makeMove({ commit, getters }, move) { if (getters.isTurn()) { console.log( `Sending ${JSON.stringify(move)} to ${getters.getPlayer()}/Move` ) mqttClient.publish(`${getters.getPlayer()}/Move`, move).then(() => { commit('SWAP_TURN') }) } }

Note you are now sending a message on a well-defined topic ‘Player1/Move’ or ‘Player2/Move’ with the move payload.

Subscribing to move events from the other player

Now how do you get notified when another player, connected from another browser, makes a move?

In your view (in the beforeMount() lifecycle hook, for example) you will simply make use of a subscription function which may look something like this:

//Subscribe to the other player's move message this.$mqttClient .subscribe( 'Player2/Move', ({ topic, message }) => { store.dispatch('receiveMove', message) //rest of your business logic } ) .then(() => { console.log('Succesfully subscribed') }) })

You are adding a subscription to the topic ‘Player2/Move’ if you are ‘Player1’ or ‘Player1/Move’ if you are ‘Player2’. Your callback will instantaneously be triggered once you get a message with the event on the topic.

Your finished product will look something like this across two browser windows:

GitHub Repo

To take a look at a fully built out sample implementation, navigate to this linking-vuex-stores repo .

Conclusion

In this post, I showed you how easy it is to link different Vuex stores together using simple publish/subscribe semantics via Solace PubSub+ Event Broker.

While this works, you may realize that state is being distributed and controlled on the client side. Ideally you would want state to be validated and distributed from the server side. In a future post, we will show you how easy it is to add a node.js server using XState (a popular JavaScript state machine library) to this architecture to control and validate state on the server side while continuing to use Vuex on the client side.

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[myrtlecornish]

React Data Layer - Part 6: Offline Reads

This post is the sixth part of an 8-part series going in-depth into how to build a robust real-world frontend app data layer. See the previous parts here:

Part 1: Intro

Part 2: Setting up React and Redux

Part 3: Login

Part 4: Backend Data

Part 5: Offline Code

Using the latest browsers features to save your code and data offline can provide a better experience for your webapp’s users, but it comes with a cost. This really makes your app a distributed system, in the sense that there is both local and remote data, and they need to be kept in sync–and distributed systems are inherently complex. Even in the simplest cases, it will take more work to build the code, and more attention to ensure you don’t break things when you make changes.

In this post, we’ll walk through some of the offline features you can easily set up using Redux connecting to a RESTful web service. Then we’ll discuss options if you have more complex needs.

If you like, you can download the app as of the end of the post.

Persisting Redux Data

In part 3 we began persisting your login state by installing Redux Persist and storing a login flag. We went with Redux Persist because we knew we would be storing our entire Redux store as well.

Throttle your network connection to Slow 3G and reload the page.

Note that even though we’ve persisted our data, we don’t see any difference in app behavior yet: we still get a loading indicator until the web service request returns. This is because as soon as the logged-in page displays, we kick off a request to load the data from the server, and this causes the loading message to show in place of our data. Even though the video games are reloaded from persistent storage, they aren’t displayed.

To think about why this is and how we can improve it, it’s helpful to think in terms of offline patterns Jake Archibald describes in his Offline Cookbook. We’re using the terms in a bit of a different context, but they’re still helpful to talk about decisions between cached and network data.

(The Offline Cookbook talks in terms of HTTP requests sent through a Service Worker, addressing whether the Service Worker decides to respond to them from the cache or from the network. In our case, as mentioned in part 4, we aren’t using a Service Worker for cached data; instead, we’re using data cached in Redux Persist. So for us, the decision between cache and network is the decision of whether to render data already cached in the Redux store, or whether to make a network request to retrieve updated data.)

The user’s experience right now in the app could be described as “Network Only”. When they load the video game screen, if there is no network connection, they get an error. They can only see their video game data if a network requests succeeds.

What other options do we have?

Network Falling Back to Cache

One option would be to display the cached data if the network request fails. This is referred to as “Network Falling Back to Cache”.

All we have to do to implement this is to change how our LoadingIndicator works:

const LoadingIndicator = ({ loading, error, children }) => { if (loading) { return <div> <Preloader size="small" /> </div>; - } else if (error) { - return <p>An error occurred.</p>; } else { return <div> + {possibleErrorMessage(error)} {children} </div>; } }; +const possibleErrorMessage = (error) => { + if (error) { + return <p>An error occurred.</p>; + } +}; + export default LoadingIndicator;

After this change, the error state is no longer a different state in our app. If the app has errored out, we simply display the error message on top of the list of records. If we didn’t have offline data this wouldn’t give us any benefit, because if the request errored we would know for sure that we wouldn’t have any data. But now we might have persisted offline data.

Run the app and log in once to make sure the video game data is downloaded. Then select the “Offline” checkbox, and click the Reload button we created. You should see the preloader briefly, then the list of video games should reappear, with an error message on top.

Cache Falling Back to Network

Another option we could have is to first try to display the cached data, and only make a network request if we don’t have any cached data. This is referred to as “Cache Falling Back to Network.”

How can we determine if we have cached data or not? We could just check that the list of video games is empty, but that could be unreliable. The list would also be empty if we deleted out all the video games. It can be more reliable to track a new state property that simply records whether we’ve loaded data before. Add a new loaded reducer to games/reducers.js:

+export function loaded(state = false, action) { + switch (action.type) { + case STORE_GAMES: + return true; + default: + return state; + } +} ... export default combineReducers({ games, + loaded, loading, error, });

Notice how simple it is; it starts false, and we set it to true the first time we successfully load games, and then never change it again.

Now configure GameList/index.js to map it to a prop for GameList:

function mapStateToProps(state) { return pick(state.games, [ 'games', + 'loaded', 'loading', 'error', ]); }

Now, in GameList, check the loaded flag before you call loadGames():

const GameList = ({ games, + loaded, loading, error, loadGames, addGame, logOut, }) => { useEffect(() => { - loadGames(); + if (!loaded) { + loadGames(); + } }, []);

Now the first time the video game list screen displays, loaded is false, and this confirms that we don’t have a cache of records. So we fall back to the network, making a loadGames() request. From here on out, loaded will be true, confirming that we do have a cache. So we don’t automatically make the network request. As a result, the LoadingIndicator will just display our records right away. Run the app to confirm this is the case.

Note that in this approach our app never automatically gets updates from the server; we have to click Refresh manually to get them. There’s another approach we can take that gives us the best of both worlds in some scenarios.

Cache Then Network

If we have cached data, we can show it right away, and also kick off a server request. If we receive data in response, we can update the data shown. This is referred to as “Cache Then Network”. This is a good default approach: for example, Ember Data, the built-in data layer for Ember.js, takes this approach for all requests by default.

To make this work from a UX perspective, we want to show our cached data while the network request is running to hopefully retrieve the new data. We can implement this by making another change to LoadingIndicator:

const LoadingIndicator = ({ loading, error, children }) => { - if (loading) { - return <div> - <Preloader size="small" /> - </div>; - } else { - return <div> - {possibleErrorMessage(error)} - {children} - </div>; - } + return <div> + {possibleLoadingMessage(loading)} + {possibleErrorMessage(error)} + {children} + </div>; }; +const possibleLoadingMessage = (loading) => { + if (loading) { + return <Preloader size="small" />; + } +};

Note that we now always display our video game title list; we just optionally display a loading or error message at the top in those states.

In this approach, we will no longer need our loaded state item because we will always make a network request, so we can revert the change we previously made to GameList.js:

const GameList = ({ games, - loaded, loading, error, loadGames, addGame, logOut, }) => { useEffect(() => { - if (!loaded) { - loadGames(); - } + loadGames(); }, []);

And GameList/index.js:

function mapStateToProps(state) { return pick(state.games, [ 'games', - 'loaded', 'loading', 'error', ]);

And games/reducers.js:

-export function loaded(state = false, action) { - switch (action.type) { - case STORE_GAMES: - return true; - default: - return state; - } -} ... export default combineReducers({ games, - loaded, loading, error, });

Run the app, then check the “Offline” checkbox and click “Reload”. You should see the preloader, then the error message, but the cached data should continue to display the whole time.

Note that in the console you’ll see a warning from Redux Persist that an unexpected key loading was found in the persisted data, and will be ignored. When making changes to your persisted data, it’s important to keep in mind that users of your app will already have data persisted in the old format. In this case the default behavior was fine, but in more complex cases you may need to add code to detect data in the old format and migrate it to the new format.

What’s Next?

In this post we’ve covered four major patterns for reading data:

Network Only

Network Falling Back to Cache

Cache Falling Back to Network

Cache Then Network

For your application, think through the tradeoffs of these approaches and decide which works best. You can take different approaches for different data items. For now, let’s stick with “Cache Then Network” for our video games.

With this we’ve handled reading data while offline. This is great, and for mostly-read applications it may be just what your users need. But is there anything we can do if our users need to write data while offline? There is, but it will take some work. We’ll find out how in the next part.

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False Flags - Ghost Ship 5/?

The First Fic: (False Flags Redux) | Ghost Ship: (1) (2) (3) (4) or if AO3is your thing. 

A/N: It's been forever since an update. Apologies. This fic isn't forgotten. Just had a major case of writer's block for the past several months. Sorry for any typos or grammatical errors...no beta. Tagging @baronessblixen @today-in-fic @improlificinsarcasm

The previous day still lingered on the back of Scully’s mind as she woke up slowly the next morning. She was tired as Mulder’s injury had caused them to be up most of the night. But she looked towards the morning with new promise. The cotton bed sheets had not lost their crispness and going on to the third day of their vacation still had the allure of being a true vacation where everything seemed removed and they existed in their own little world. She could hear the waves crashing through the bedroom’s open window. Mulder nuzzled her neck as he began to wake up as well.

 She sighed contentedly as he hugged her close and whispered, “Morning, Scully.”

Scully relished in their warmth, not quite ready to face the cool spring air. “Good morning,” she whispered

He gently caressed her bareback as she turned onto her side. He graced her with a lazy smile. Scully sat up in their bed with the tv on mute. Mulder lay next to her, his head resting on her lap. He grunted slightly as he jostled his shoulder in an attempt to snuggle closer to her. “What is it?” she whispered.

“Shoulder,” he muttered.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Scully detangled herself from him and went quietly to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and some Tylenol. Their couples’ surfing lesson went from being a great romantic idea to her playing doctor and nursing her partner after a nasty fall from the surfboard. While nothing had been broken, he had rolled his shoulder pretty good and would be sore for the next few days but at least part of her was relieved it came from a bad wave instead of the line of duty. She collected the necessary things in the kitchen and from her bag and returned to bed.

. . . . . 

Yorktown, Virginia January 1, 1863

Scully awoke from her light sleep when she felt her immediate source of warmth leave their cocoon of blankets and the floorboards of the carriage house to creak as her husband made his way across the small room. Through a hooded gaze, she watched him pull on a pair of his trousers and make his way to the couch in front of the fireplace.  His shoulders were hunched, his gaze watching his feet: he had another nightmare. She could tell from the way he stood as if he was carrying Christ’s cross himself.

“Mulder.” She sighed. “Mulder,” she urged, “come back to bed. You’ll catch your death in this cold.”

“I’m fine.”

“Did you have another nightmare?”

He nodded miserably from the shadows. She sighed and wrapped herself in her night coat and hissed as her feet hit the icy floors. She shuffled and took his arm, trying to lead him back to bed. 

“Come on, Mulder.”

“Did I ever tell you I saw battle elsewhere? Parts along North Carolina’s coast and Manassas before I came to Norfolk,” he whispered in hushed tones. “I did not really belong anywhere. It wasn’t crazy or feel unusual at the time, but I got hit at Bull Run. Did I tell you that?” He brought her hand to his left shoulder and pressed it against his bare chest. “I should’ve died,” he continued. “I should’ve died on that damn battlefield so I could have joined my dead wife and child.”

Scully stilled. Mulder continued to walk them back to bed where Scully turned down the covers again and took off his trousers in exchange for his sleeping garments. 

“I should have died, Scully,” he continued absently as if in a trance. “It was the middle of summer. I forget which day of the battle it was but I was on the ground amongst dead...Federal, Confederate, we were all the same. Dead men. I don’t remember how I got there. It was before I got transferred to Marines through my mother’s influence but I still worked in gathering military information. I got sent a dispatch to one of the regiments…”

He grasped Scully’s arms as she tried to help him adjust in the bed. “I just remember this loud blast and like a bee has stung me, like through my entire arm, Scully. I couldn’t move. Just lay there.”

He closed his eyes and winced in memory. “Did I hurt you, Mulder,” she asked.

“Never, Scully.” He gathered her close. “You could never hurt me.”

She joined him back in bed and pulled him to her chest. He sighed and hugged her tightly with desperation. Their height difference between always amazed her. She remembered seeing him for the first time at the dinner party in Norfolk when he ex-husband invited all his officers to dinner one winter evening. She remembered it was his eyes at first that had caught her attention. But that wasn’t the first time they had met. She remembered seeing him in the streets of Norfolk before he had even met her.

“Do you remember when we first met?” 

“At the dinner party?”

“Yes.” He was so warm. She twisted around him like a vine. “No. I didn’t remember until recently. Shall I tell you a story?”

“Please.” He was desperate to cast away his nightmares and the lifetime of guilt. He felt her warm hands run up and down his chest.  “You’re a godsend. Do you know that?”

“Someone might have mentioned that.”

She gently stroked his chest as he closed his eyes trying to remember the last time that either one of them felt safe. “I saw you from the distance in the cold January snow. I thought who is that handsome man?”

“Handsome?” He whispered.

“Devilishly so.” She kissed her bare shoulder and began to grow bold. She wanted to make him feel good and forget.

“I remember when I was shot and laying out in the hot sun. I smelled death all around me. I thought I should have died.”

“You didn't though, Mulder. Do you ever wonder why God saved you?”

“I haven’t done much better with you, Scully. This is hardly a peaceful life.”

She sighed and detangled herself from him to his surprise. “You can be so thick sometimes, Mulder.”

Her deft hands undid the bottom half long underwear as she stroked him. “If you hadn’t survived, we never would have met. We never would have run away or escaped from Norfolk or been married.”

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you as well,” Scully replied.

“Why me?”

“Why not you?”

. . . . . . 

It was noon. The unseasonably warm March weather continued throughout the rest of the morning as the lounged together in bed. The windows continued to stay open and the air from the ocean wafted through. Scully sat propped by a mountain of pillows with Mulder dozing next to her with his head on her breast. He dozed finally as Scully’s fingers played with his hair. He snuggled closer and she smiled.

“I love this, Scully,” he whispered.

“You should be asleep.”

“I don’t want to sleep. I want to remember this.”

“Remember,” she repeated and chuckled. “What don’t you remember?”

“I remember everything about you.”

“That sounds kind of creepy.”

“But it is true. I want to remember everything about you, Scully.”

Scully tried to think if they would have gotten to the point back in December if it had not been for the knowledge of a relationship together in a past life. Would it had been easier or would she be too afraid to act? “Go back to sleep, Mulder.” She kissed his forehead lovingly. “Let me finish my movie.”

Mulder closed his eyes and continued to enjoy this moment. He could hear the wind whipping up the waves beyond the dunes, a calming sound he was quickly becoming accustomed to. He reached for Scully’s hand and held it. And she let him. “I know I’ve asked you before in the past, Scully,” he whispered. “But how much in detail do you remember?”

“From then?” She sighed. Why did Mulder keep bringing up this line of thought? Wasn’t he tired of reliving the past? “Their as indistinguishable from this life.”

“How much in detail?”

Still, he continued to push.

“I don’t know. Like I do with my own life. It’s no photographic memory but I’ve never really thought of it. I still can’t wrap my mind around much less explain scientifically how two people from 1860s share faces, memories, and names with us. But I know it’s true. I do believe. But everything. I remember falling in love with you then, and now. I remember the first time I took you to bed then and our less than glamorous first time.”

He chuckled before wincing in pain. She rubbed his back gently and smiled. “I remember everything. I want to remember everything There’s nothing about you I want to forget, Scully.”

“You need to sleep, Mulder,” she reminded him. “You barely did last night because of your shoulder. Do you want me to leave you alone so it will be easier on you?”

“No. This is fine, Scully. This is perfect.”

He continued to relax as Scully went back to watching television and her hand stroked his back bringing him into a trance. He closed his eyes and though there was no other place he would rather be.

. . . . . . 

 “What do you want from me?”

The smoking man drew a long drag from his recently lit Morley as Alex Krycek stood nervously behind Buckley. The recently escaped prisoner shifted from foot to foot watching him and then cleared his throat as he judged Krycek. “I thought I was free to pursue Mulder and Scully anyway I choose to,” Buckley began. He was annoyed. “We had a deal.”

“I broke you out,” the Smoker said calmly. “You are on my own my dime. And what deal?”

“You think you’re such hot shit,” Buckley groaned. “I’ve lived and seen more than could ever imagine.”

A slight nod of his head, Krycek reached to knock Buckley’s legs out from under him but the escaped convict reacted quicker by punching Krycek out like a light. Buckley regain Krycek’s weapon and pointed it at the Smoker.  “So, Carl, let’s try this again. I’m the one in charge.”

The Smoker looked unimpressed. “So you draw a gun on me? That’s it?” He laughed. “I have seen secrets that would drive men made. Do you know how many men I have killed? The things I have seen? You are just another cockroach that I decided not to step on.”

“Even cockroaches can survive a nuclear war.”

“Your fascination with them is annoying, especially with Agent Scully,” the Smoker continued. He eyed the pointed pistol. “Put the weapon down`

“What incentive do I have?”

“Mulder and Scully are in North Carolina. Did you know that?”

“As is half the FBI and Marshals looking for me.”

“They're on the coast. The Outer Banks.”

“What the hell are they doing there? Another one of those bizarro cases?”

The Smoker paused, taking another long drag from his Morley in thought. He had to consider his next answer carefully. Despite the ever-present danger of being shot in the face, the Smoker had read Buckley’s file and the escapades that he had caused this past December. He had to give pause to his obsession with Dana Scully. There was something there but Mulder and Scully were still too valuable to the Smoker. Diana still had used and while the Consortium had folder over the past year, the agents placed him in a dilemma.

“They’re together.”

That was it. That was the right response. He saw Buckley’s fingers tightened around the handle as his fingers turned white.

“Put down the gun, Francis.”

“Frankie,” Buckley corrected.

“Frankie. I can help you get what you want if you help me.”

“I’m listening, Carl.”

. . . . . . .

The morning rolled into the afternoon, Scully left the warmth of their bed as Mulder continued to doze listening to the television. She watched him from the doorway as he rolled onto his stomach with his arm firmly tucked against his chest to stabilize his bad shoulder. She turned off the television and kissed the nape of his exposed neck. He murmured something before quieting again. Scully adjusted his blanket before gathering her discarded sweatshirt and pulling it back on and disappearing back out into the living room.

She eyed the clock on the stove as it read 2:46 in bright green numbers. What day was it? They had been done here for a few days now and still had about a week and a half left of their vacation. The thought made her smile. Whether Scully admitted or not, the stress of the past few months had been growing worse and taking a toll. Her hands began to fix a pot of tea for herself. As the water boiled, she went into the open living room and turned the television on to something mind-numbing. She heard a phone ringing in the kitchen where she had stashed her mobile phone the day before in her purse. Before the phone could wake Mulder, she rushed and snagged it and greeted it with a hiss.

“Scully.”

“Agent Scully?”

Of course, she thought, of course, of course, of course. Skinner.

Even the idea of being able to escape from their lives in Washington and the constant disruptions as being FBI agents and a sanctuary to work on them, both past and present, was far fetched. Neither one of them could escape any duties that they had. In one life, Scully remembered the duties that she had to try and maintain the decorum of a proper housewife in a secreted existence where she was a spy. She chose to be with him against all odds. She felt a similar feeling in this life as she chose to defender her partner and backed him and their work with her science. It felt like their world was closing in around them again and it was suffocating.

“Yes, sir?”

“How are you holding up, Agent Scully?”

“As well as can be expected, sir,” she replied automatically.

“And Agent Mulder,” he pressed.

She bit her lip and was unsure on how to reply to the unwelcomed question as alarms bells began to go off in her head: the rushes to judgment, the secrecy of their relationship breaking out only to confirm the truth to the Hoover, and boom, all over. “He is currently sleeping. Rolled his shoulder the other day.”

“Scully, look I don’t care what is going on between you and your partner.”

“I don't know what you mean by that sir.”

“I don’t care, Scully. This is about Buckley.”

“Buckley.”

“He was spotted on a security camera outside of Yorktown near a gas station. We’re unsure of his next move.”

“We?”

“You got Benson and Yarrow in addition to Washington on this.”

Oh shit.

“Two field offices?”

“Tidewater Virginia and Northeastern North Carolina are unique. We’ve already reached to the local sheriff and they’ll be doing patrols around where you are staying. The best plan is for you and Agent Mulder to do whatever it is you are doing.”

“And what would that be, sir?”

“Staying put. I believe Agent Mulder’s mother is from North Carolina? Probably has some family down there?”

“Thank you, sir.”

“We’ll be in touch, Agent Scully.”

He hung up without another word. Scully immediately went to their bedroom to dig through their bags to find their service weapons and badges. Everything was still there and in one piece. Mulder snorted in his sleep and she felt herself back into an old memory where they had been happy and it was just them without a care in the world. She was glad she had not given Mulder a stronger pain killer because he rolled over and asked groggily. “Scully?”

“Everything’s okay, Mulder,” she said quickly. She checked the magazine on her sig-p226. They might need more ammo. “Just finishing up a movie.”

“You’re lying,” he said, already falling back asleep.

“When you wake up. We’ll order dinner and I’ll explain everything.”

He nodded and hugged a pillow before falling back asleep. Scully kneeled, kissing his temple, and tucked her pistol behind the small of her back before she headed into the living room to sort through the various to-go menus left by the landlords.

. . . . . . . . . .

Yorktown, Virginia October 13, 1862

Mulder wandered through the small rooms above the carriage house like a ghost in the middle of the night. He tried to remember when he felt at peace, the weight of the wedding ring somehow didn’t feel right. Nothing about this situation felt right  “Mulder,” Scully called from their bed, “come back here.”

“What happens if Union troops burst in and discover us as spies or worst, the Rebs and kill us as traitors?”

“Well,” she sighed, “I think the Yanks would be happy for our service at least. Come back to bed, Mulder. I’m tired. We’re safe. The Skinners are good people. Did you have nightmares again?”

He shook his head before reluctantly nodding. Like a spirit herself, she silently rose from the bed and grasped his hand and pulled him back with her. Mulder marveled again the woman he had thrown everything away for and chosen to be with. She was a giant in her own right. Her hand traced up his bareback, lingering on the back of his neck before she pulled him down into a searing kiss that society would have found scandalous. “I’m here now with you,” she whispered, “you aren’t on the battlefield or that boat. The Union occupies this town so we’ll be safe. And together.” She kissed away his tears and hugged him awkwardly. “I love you, Fox Mulder.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Why? Are you still blaming yourself for our predicament? I told you, I choose you. It is my body, my life, not Franklin’s.”

“But this...your family.”

“This war spilt my family long ago. I have you.”

“That is not saying much.”

“It is saying a great deal, Mulder. Just come back and keep me warm. I miss you.”

He smiled weakly. “All I am to you is a blanket?”

“You make this cold bearable. These blankets don’t do anything.” He nuzzled her neck uncharacteristically of a gentleman of the time. But then again, he wasn’t a gentleman. He was a womanizer and cheat having run off with a married woman. Scully stopped him as if hearing his thoughts. She cupped his cheek. “You’re none of those things, Mulder.”

“I should add wood to the fire.”

“It’s just fine, Mulder. We don’t need anymore. Come back to bed with me,” she encouraged. He nodded in defeat. Scully pulled him close as they crawled back underneath the feathered quilts. “What do you want me to do? Just tell me.”

“Just talk,” he whispered. “I love the sound of your voice, even when you read to me your second-hand medical texts. Just talk.”

“I can do that. Poetry? A novel? Medical texts?”

“No,” he whispered. “Just talk.”

“Anything you want.” She sat up in bed and cradled him. “I wish I could tell you a story to soothe you.”

“You do,” Mulder whispered. His eyes began to close. “You make everything just better.”

. . . . . . . . . 

Mulder awoke to the smell of fried shrimp and soup of some kind. His stomach grumbled in eagerness. He rolled out of bed, wincing in the process, as he rotated his injured shoulder gently. He looked out to the window, noticing the darkening sky and the closed windows. A storm must be becoming. Holding his arm close to his chest, he opened the bedroom door and saw Scully standing at the stove absently stirring a pot. Her head was bowed in thought. He saw a plate of shrimp po’boys next to her. 

“Cooking dinner, Scully?” He asked with a yawn.

“I just ran out when you were sleeping,” she said softly. “I’m reheating the Hatteras chowder I picked up too.”

“Got to take advantage of that fresh seafood while we’re down here, huh?” He walked up behind her and kissed her cheek. He ran his hand up and down her back soothingly. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” she whispered. “I don’t know. Skinner called me when you were asleep. Aside from the fact that he knows about us…”

“I feel like that is the least of our concerns,” Mulder countered.

She turned and crossed her arms, clearly frustrated. “Buckley was spotted in Yorktown. They have two field offices, local pd from god knows how many counties, and what other federal agencies all trying to track this one man down. Skinner made no reference of the cigarette smoking bastard but I know, we both know he is involved. And what’s worse? Skinner is ordering is to stay put.”

“Stay put? Like just stay at this beach house and finish out our vacation? We still have 10 more days left. That doesn’t sound so bad,” Mulder replied.

“Only you would find the good in this situation.” She looked up and found herself grounded by her partner’s warm gaze. “I feel so powerless in this situation, Mulder.”

“I know, and I know how you hate feeling like this. Let’s eat dinner and we can talk so more about this, okay?”

“Do you know how strange this feels,” Scully asked as she pulled two bowls down from the cabinet. “Almost normal. Natural. Us as a couple.”

“Partners,” he clarified. “Just an evolving definition.”

They carried their dinner into the living room, sitting their dinner on the coffee table, before sitting side by side. Scully narrowed her eyes as she reached for the television remote as if debating turning it on. “Put it on ESPN,” Mulder advised, “so we don’t have to watch it.”

“I want to see what the local news is saying,” she told him. 

Mulder nodded in acquiescence and passed her the television remote. “When did you have to get dinner?”

“In between fortifying the top floor and caring for you,” she answered flipping through the channels. She settled on a channel and set the remote down. “I am just doing what I need to do.”

He bit his lip, resisting the urge to kiss her then and there. Instead, he watched her as she brought the mug of soup up and blew gently on the spoon before taking the bite. “Thank you,” he settled for.

“For what?” 

Mulder shrugged. “Just being you,” he answered.

Scully paused and glanced at him as he awkwardly picked up the sandwich and took a healthy bite. She set the mug down, kissed his cheek wordlessly, and went back to her dinner. Mulder smiled as the local forecast changed to the weather.

“I saw some storm clouds when I woke up towards the sound side. Even lightning.”

“Well, they’re calling for rain tonight,” she replied. “Might not get a good sunrise but we can lay by the beach in the afternoon.”

“No surfing?”

“No surfing,” she laughed.

The meteorologist droned on before switching the radar map to the Outer Banks were Mulder and Scully were staying. “While things remain quiet for the metro area, we got a strong line of thunderstorms rolling towards the Outer Banks with the strongest cells concentrated towards Nags Head and Kitty Hawk.” 

A clap of thunder punctuated the forecast. 

“That was close,” he remarked. Suddenly the sound of rain hitting the windows could be heard with growing intensity. Mulder smiled and nudged her. “Snuggle weather, Scully.”

“Atmosphere weather more like it. Eat your food before it gets cold.”

He chuckled wincing as he did. Scully unconsciously began to rub his back as she focused on eating her food and focusing on the weather forecast. Mulder was amazed he could be so lucky to have her, as his FBI partner, friend, and now, soulmate. The weatherman continued. “We’ve been watching this line of storms for the past hour and they are strong. Our early forecasting indicates that if you are in Kitty Hawk and Nags Head, make sure you are inside.” Another loud clap of thunder rolled by. “These cells are strong. We already have previous reports of…”

With another roll of thunder and a flash of lighting, Mulder and Scully found themselves in the dark. “Well,” Mulder started, “there goes the electricity.”

Scully audibly groaned at the inconvenience. “I’m already one step ahead.” Carefully she inched forward towards the kitchen trying to avoid any sharp edges. A flashlight beam came from out of nowhere and then numerous candles were lit and spread throughout their one floor living quarters. “I had a feeling that we could lose power while we were down here so I picked some up at Wal-Mart earlier tonight.”

Mulder moved to help her but she waved him off. She set a couple of candles in the kitchen, a few near the living room, and one in their bedroom. He was always amazed by her. To his utter surprise, he heard some music come from their bedroom as she carried out a crank radio and found a classical station on it. 

“This came from the house,” she added. “I guess it is part of their emergency hurricane kit.”

“Not complaining,” he said. He took another bite of his sandwich. “I’m just admiring.”

She laughed and went to rejoin Mulder on the couch. The thunder rolled above again and she nudged him gently. “Kind of romantic, isn’t it?”

“What?” He took sipped his soup. “Candlelit dinner with you?”

“Quit being an ass.”

“At least we don’t have to watch the news,” he said.

“We need a plan though.”

“What can we do?” Mulder asked. “Skinner told us to stay here.”

“Since when has that stopped you?”

Mulder sighed. “I just want to move past him, and yes, I know the irony of that statement. I want us to have a future. I mean, how do you go through your life knowing that you’ve lived before?”

Scully stared at her soup before answering, “I’ve been struggling to answer that myself. I wonder…” She drew in a deep breath. “If Emily was the spirit of the child we were meant to have.” She cleared her throat, leaned forward, and stirred the soup. “Meant to have.”

“You think we’d have a little girl?” he asked. He leaned forward and pushed the food around. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.”

“Power will be back on before morning,” Scully answered, gathering the remains of their dinner to store in the fridge. “Just make sure you don’t open the fridge unless you are certain. We don’t want to waste cold air. And what do you mean? We’d have a little girl?”

“Back then, in the other life,” he whispered, watching a dancing candle flame. “I’ve been thinking maybe Emily…”

“Don’t go there,” Scully hissed in a low whisper. Raw pain was in her voice. Mulder saw her glassy eyes with unshed tears. “Don’t bring Emily into this. We lost our first round in IVF. There still pain there, Mulder.”

“I know,” he said trying to backtrack. “I don’t want you to hurt. I wish I could take all the pain away from you in the world.”

“That’s the point of this vacation right,” she scoffed. “But we have to keep our guard up in case a psychotic killer who used to be my exhusband a hundred and fifty years ago and that we put away.”

“Well at least I got to see you surf,” he tried to joke.

She gave a weak smile. “Maybe we should have gotten a smaller beach house.”

He squeezed her hand. “I’ll go check the rest of the house and make sure it’s secure. Do you want to stay out here or go to the bedroom?”

“I’m really not in the mood for anything, Mulder.”

“I wasn’t implying. Let’s just…” He shrugged. “What do normal couples do? Snuggle? Cuddle?”

Scully relaxed and nodded softly. “I’ll check the candles.”

Mulder walked into the bedroom, grabbed his weapon and flashlight, and went downstairs. Like a ghost, Scully blew out some candles and moved others into her bedroom. She went to the bedroom windows and opened it slightly so she could hear the waves of the ocean against the shore and the rain. Thunder rumbled in the distance and lightning lit up the sky again. She went to the chest of drawers and drew out one of Mulder’s t-shirts and a pair of light boxers from her own drawer and put them on. Cooler air flowed through the open window and she shivered slightly before crawling into the left side of the bed. She let herself drift listening to waves as her eyes closed. “You took my side of the bed.”

She jerked awake and saw Mulder in candlelight with a tired smile. “Mulder. You scared me.”

“Sorry. The house is secure. I placed the furniture in front of the two other doors on the ground floor and the second floor. I locked the sliding glass door up here so in case we do have to go, just make sure to grab the flashlight.”

Scully watched him with hooded eyes as she bordered on the edge of sleep. “You’re not going to sleep,” she realized. “You just woke up from a late nap.”

“Just means I can keep watch,” he said softly. “Do you want me to bring the radio  in here so we can play the classical station?”

“Neither. I opened the window so we can hear the rain and waves.”

Mulder paused and gave a satisfied smile. “We’re going to make love out there before this vacation is over, Scully.”

“Keep on dreaming, Mulder. I would be satisfied with just here. Come to bed.”

He changed into his yellow sleeping pants and set his weapon on the nightstand near Scully. He pulled back the sheet and curled up behind Scully. His warm hand ran down her thigh before he pulled her close. Scully sighed contently and hugged him close. “This is all I would ever want, Mulder,” she whispered.

He took a deep breath and kissed the nape of her neck. “Forever is forever, Scully. Can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Never would want that,” she whispered. “Love you too much.”

Mulder felt Scully take one more deep breath as she drifted back to sleep. Mulder smiled to himself and listened to the storm, the waves, and Scully. If eternity could be capitalized into a single moment, this would be it.

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Anthrax False Flag Redux?

Anthrax False Flag Redux?

By Kurt Nimmo

It was reported this morning the Pentagon mail facility has received at least two packages containing the deadly poison ricin.

A piece of mail delivered to the Pentagon mail facility has initially tested positive for ricin, according to two US defense officials. https://t.co/xunCU5byRO pic.twitter.com/oS1DbXBez6

— CNN (@CNN) October 2, 2018

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The Neo-Globalists (former Colonialist Regimes) concoct false flags..no evidence shown, nor  proof provided. No need for facts. Bomb first..invent the facts later. And CIA / MSM complicit… Iraq redux... 

There’s no such thing as a “sovereign country” anymore when these globalists   --- The Coalition of the Killing --- can bomb you with impunity if you’re a weaker country.  And when the complicit MSM & CIA control the narrative.

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A Look at Apollo, From a Relay Perspective

By JEREMY GAYED

Editor’s note: This article has been reposted from the author’s personal Medium account, with minor edits.

Our team is hard at work on implementing an isomorphic (or, “universal”) application that we’re slowly rolling out. While the complexities introduced by this isomorphism are non-trivial, we felt the benefit outweighed the cost — we were keen on keeping TTFP low, ensuring that there are no issues with SEO (even though there’s mixed thoughts on to what extent fully JavaScript-driven apps actually perform from an SEO perspective) and we wanted to still be able to take advantage of full-page caching where it made sense to. We were also attracted to the ease of which React could be rendered server-side and then pick up from where it left off on the client-side, so we were in.

As part of this new front-end stack, the back-end was also going through changes. We knew we didn’t want to continue hitting REST-based APIs where the mix of /v1 and /v2 endpoints were only growing. We decided to jump in on the GraphQL bandwagon.

At the time, the de facto standard for talking to GraphQL servers on the frontend was (is) Relay. So we didn’t think twice about starting there. However, because our app needed to be isomorphic, there were some non-trivial challenges that came along with that decision. Luckily, there were a few modules available to address these issues and help us render our Relay-based app isomorphically: isomorphic-relay and isomorphic-relay-router. If you’re new to this type of stack, the names of those modules alone might raise some eyebrows. But, they were working and they seemed solid as we started building out our prototype. We were also encouraged by the fact that the super smart author behind those modules, Denis Nedelyaev, was contributing code back into Relay.

If you’re only interested in the upshot of all of this, see the TL;DR at the end of this post.

Mo’ Code, Mo’ Problems

As our prototype started to gradually morph into a full-fledged production-level application (with more teams across the org starting to contribute), the challenges of writing an isomorphic application started to present themselves. We had established a number of patterns that were working, so the pain wasn’t spread throughout the teams contributing, but it did feel like one of those nagging itches that kept coming back.

Just for some context, here is what a typical route in our app looks like:

<Route path="/imageviewer/*" getComponent={importImageViewer} getQueries={({ location }) => (location.state ? { image: () => Relay.QL`query { node(id: $id) }` } : { image: () => Relay.QL`query { asset(id: $id) }` }) } prepareParams={({ splat, ...otherParams }, { location }) => { const id = (location.state && location.state.relayId) ? location.state.relayId : `imageviewer/${splat}`; return { id, ...otherParams }; }} render={({ error, props, element }) => { if (error) { return <InternalError />; } else if (props) { return React.cloneElement(element, props); } return <LoadingPage />; }} />

So, I started looking into some alternatives to Relay. The biggest player here is arguably, Apollo. I was quite impressed with the list of features touted on their site — not the least of which was server-side rendering (SSR) out of the box. That means SSR was a first-class citizen, which I was pretty stoked about. Plus, their documentation was absolutely superb, which is critical for a library that would be at the core of our application as we scaled out to more developers.

Apollo vs. Relay

The following is a write-up I initially did internally to my team that I wanted to share out in case others are looking for more comparisons on these two excellent libraries. Keep in mind that this list is in no way exhaustive, nor is it necessarily 100% accurate — that is, there may be (rather, likely) cases where it’s just user error on our part (e.g. we didn’t write the Relay code completely idiomatically). It’s also in no particular order. So, take what’s here with a grain of salt, but please feel free to comment or call things out. I’m much more interested in learning than I am about calling one library or the other a “winner” (spoiler: there is no winner, the “right” library is the one that works for your use case).

Here goes…

Removing the complexity around isomorphic-relay and isomorphic-relay-router

The isomorphic-relay and isomorphic-relay-router modules are written by a single developer. While that developer was able to contribute things back into Relay for better integration with these modules, the concern is that these are modules we rely on with a relatively small community around them (e.g. in contrast to the Apollo community).

In addition, we’ve come across a couple of cases where we were not able to easily do one thing or another because of these modules. One example is we were unable to experiment with a preact alias because it was incompatible with these modules.

Loading state information provided to the component

A loading prop is provided to the component so that the component itself can handle how it should indicate loading progress. This gives us very granular control over how different components present loading state to the user.

render() { const { loading } = this.props.data;

if (loading) { return <LoadingPage />; // or, LoadingSpinner etc. }

// ... }

In our application, we had been handing this at our routing layer, this means our routing was doing much more than just pure routing logic, and it was done very coarsely. While a similar pattern might be possible with Relay’s pendingVariables, the mental model of a simple loading prop at the component-level seems simpler from a developer’s perspective. It was also unclear if pendingVariables still apply in the isomorphic code path, but this could have been a user-error case :)

Error information provided locally to the component

Similarly to the loading flag above, errors are provided in an error prop to the component itself (this.props.data.error[]). This means that error handling can be done directly in the component and does not need to happen at the route level. Which means that we can still render our shell even if some query deep in the component hierarchy results in some error.

Again, this is another case we were handling at the routing layer, which means it was done very coarsely. The benefit of moving this to the component layer means we do not have to error-out the entire app and can appropriately compartmentalize error handling at the individual component level.

Note that this is for query errors. React’s Error Boundaries (expected to land as part of React Fiber) is handling a different class of errors (errors thrown within a components render() block, for example). It might be that in future versions, Relay takes advantage of React’s Error Boundaries, but that isn’t possible as of this writing.

Skipping queries for SSR

This is by far the biggest win on Apollo’s side. It’s features like these that show the benefit of going with a library that handles server-side rendering as a first-class feature.

Skipping queries during SSR can be done simply by passing in an ssr: false flag into the query options. Our use case for this was in a <WithUserContext /> component that we didn’t want done server-side (for caching concerns) and only need it to run on the client:

@graphql(gql`query UserQuery($token: String) { user(token: $token) { id entitlements } } `, { options: { // Don't run this query on the server ssr: false, // Look how easy! variables: { token, }, }, }) export default class WithUserContext extends Component { ... }

We have yet to find an appropriate solution to this problem in Relay. Unfortunately, to this day, we are still making this extraneous request server-side (which means we’re doing it twice for every request).

No need to leak queries up to the route level

Currently, our <Shell /> component (a top-level component) defines a root query because of the way isomorphic-relay-router works. This is arguably a leaky abstraction, as the Shell itself does not require any GQL data. Neither does the <Masthead /> component rendered within it. Only when we get to the <UserModal /> component (that’s rendered within Masthead) is the GQL query useful.

<Shell> <Masthead> <UserModal user={userData} /> /* GQL data needed */ </Masthead> </Shell>

In our current app, we’ve had to “leak” this query up to the root component, <Shell />, which essentially breaks the co-located queries with the components that use them goal.

With Apollo, <Shell /> and <Masthead /> can stay pure, and the User query can stay local to <UserModal /> where it belongs.

This also means being able to render the Shell even if there is an error in the User (or any other) query. It also means we can share the Shell component with other React-based apps that do not use Relay for data-fetching.

Built on top of Redux

We’re holding back on pulling the trigger to introduce a Redux layer into our app for as long as possible. But, introducing a Redux layer, if desired, is a smaller ask with Apollo since its data store is Redux. This means we can take advantage of the same dehydrate/rehydrate step for all of our apps data needs moving forward instead of introducing a second one for a Redux store when using Relay. Apollo provides documentation on how to integrate with an app-specific Redux store.

SSR out of the box

Again, since Apollo is built with isomorphic apps in mind, it supports SSR out of the box. It works by doing a ‘virtual’ render of the app on the server to collect all the queries for the given route, then initializes a Redux store (since Apollo is built on Redux) which is dehydrated on the server then rehydrated on the client. I’m not entirely sure how isomorphic-relay does its query collecting and if it also includes a virtual render or not, but I was concerned that this may negatively impact performance so I ran some abtests locally and it appears (*unscientifically) that there is not much of a performance impact — in fact, it appears to perform better in comparison.

Captured ab numbers below. This is for the same route with the same data, all other routes were commented out. *Unscientific because this was done on my local machine and not against some dedicated performance test cluster.

relay

Time taken for tests: 6.842 seconds Complete requests: 100 Failed requests: 0 Total transferred: 19907700 bytes HTML transferred: 19888600 bytes Requests per second: 14.62 [#/sec] (mean) Time per request: 68.420 [ms] (mean) Time per request: 68.420 [ms] (mean, across all concurrent requests) Transfer rate: 2841.46 [Kbytes/sec] received

Connection Times (ms) min mean[+/-sd] median max Connect: 0 0 0.0 0 0 Processing: 55 68 16.8 64 187 Waiting: 54 67 16.8 63 186 Total: 55 68 16.8 64 187

Percentage of the requests served within a certain time (ms) 50% 64 66% 65 75% 70 80% 71 90% 82 95% 91 98% 150 99% 187 100% 187 (longest request)

apollo

Time taken for tests: 6.270 seconds Complete requests: 100 Failed requests: 0 Total transferred: 16914300 bytes HTML transferred: 16895200 bytes Requests per second: 15.95 [#/sec] (mean) Time per request: 62.700 [ms] (mean) Time per request: 62.700 [ms] (mean, across all concurrent requests) Transfer rate: 2634.44 [Kbytes/sec] received

Connection Times (ms) min mean[+/-sd] median max Connect: 0 0 0.1 0 1 Processing: 52 62 8.4 60 95 Waiting: 51 61 8.3 59 93 Total: 52 63 8.4 60 95

Percentage of the requests served within a certain time (ms) 50% 60 66% 62 75% 64 80% 65 90% 74 95% 86 98% 94 99% 95 100% 95 (longest request)

Normalized object cache

By default, Apollo tries to use the shape of a query itself as a cache so that disparate parts of the app can take advantage of data fetched elsewhere (e.g. think of the use case where User data is grabbed in <UserModal /> and also in <WithUserContext />). This is probably fine in most cases, but in cases where we know this may not work we can manually create an object cache key, more info here.

The difference here with Relay is that the object ID is the default for Relay queries (which is why there’s Relay influence in the schema on the GraphQL server, which wouldn’t be necessary for Apollo). We could chose to continue using the Relay influenced schema and reuse the Relay-ID, or define our own object IDs client side depending on the use cases.

The difference here is probably inconsequential, but worth noting.

Mutation queries update store state

Mutation queries in Apollo also update the store state, so there’s no explicit “fat query” required to keep the UI consistent when doing a mutation query as is the case with Relay (although the Apollo docs do recommend to include fields that could be affected by the mutation in the query). Relay2 is supposed to solve this problem better but not sure what details are available or how that will work quite yet.

The difference here may be two sides of the same coin though. We haven’t written many (read: any) mutations in our app yet, so we’re not sure of the subtleties.

Supports decorators out of the box

Apollo provides support for the @decorator() syntax out of the box. I’m a big fan of decorators. Although to be fair, adding it ourselves for Relay was easy enough, but it meant that depending on if a developer was writing a React class or a stateless functional component, they’d want to import two different things for Relay (our @withRelay decorator or react-relayrespectively), which could be confusing.

Prefetch out of the box

This is a real use case for us, and I was quite impressed to see support for pre-fetching supported out of the box and how easy it is to take advantage ofwith Apollo.

Prefetching is just a function call, which means we can do it virtually anywhere/at any time that it makes sense to. E.g. we could prefetch common user flows immediately after mounting on the client, or when the user hovers over a certain link, etc. It’s not clear how the same can be achieved in Relay.

PropType validation

While we’ve previously decided we do not need PropType validation on Relay-backed proptypes (since we deemed them redundant with the GraphQL schema backing), Apollo has a graphql-anywhere package that provides proptype validation based on the GQL query automatically. This means developers do not need to manually write these proptypes and we can take advantage of them when sharing GQL-backed components. This package maybe(?) useable with Relay as well, so it might be a push here.

Preact alias, hard dependencies on some libraries

By removing isomorphic-relay et al this reopens the door for using the Preact alias for React. We had initially tried out a handful of things to see if we could squeeze out some performance wins preemptively, but this was one of those things we were unable to do because of the isomorphic tools that we needed to support Relay.

We’re also unable to update to the new react-router v4 because of the hard dependencies the isomorphic tools have on how RRv3 works. Not a huge deal since the current routing solution works, but it’s certainly a concern since as the community progresses, we wouldn’t want to pin to an older version of a core library we rely on for support reasons, documentation, etc.

Apollo devtool

Apollo also has a really nice Chrome devtool extension, which provides insight into the queries executed by the app, the data cache and even a Graphiql instance. I believe there is a Relay tab in the React devtools but I could not get it to work locally for whatever reason.

Persisted Queries

The Apollo ecosystem also adds support for Persisted Queries.

This has a few benefits, including:

Whitelisting queries

Minimize bandwidth usage between client/server (since query IDs are transferred over the wire instead of the entire query)

The overhead here is in how we synchronize this with the server, how we have our GraphQL server understand and ingest this statically provided information at app build-time.

Read more about persisted queries here: Persisted Queries And here’s the persisted query module: persistgraphql

There’s an RFC to add something similar for Relay.

Native teams are exploring Apollo

Our Native teams are also looking into using Apollo (iOS and Android teams). They have mentioned already contributing caching strategies back into apollo-client which we theoretically should be able to take advantage of. The main benefit here for us is to be in the same data-fetching ecosystem as other teams across the org.

Drawbacks

It’s not all rosy for Apollo, of course. With everything, there are drawbacks and tradeoffs, some listed below.

A tangential ecosystem

The drawback with using Apollo is that it’s a library not written by Facebook. So there may be some challenges when either Apollo or Facebook update their APIs as the two projects progress.

Static analysis done differently

Currently, the way Apollo does static analysis at build time is to define queries in separate .gqlor .graphql files and then use the webpack loader provided by graphql-tag/loader. There’s pros and cons to this approach.

The Apollo team is also working on babel-plugin-graphql-tag which will function similar to Relay’s. The issue to track this work is here: apollographql/graphql-tag#31

One thing to note is that there is a trade-off with doing this at build time. At build-time means a potentially larger JS bundle which can negatively impact TTP/TTI. And of course doing it at runtime can hamper overall page performance. Ideally we’d find the sweet spot and figure out the best way to do it, but it certainly would be nice to have the option either way.

What’s Next?

Since it seems Relay2 is “right around the corner” we thought it best to see what that looks like before deciding on making the switch or not. One thing to note, however, is that Relay2 will still not support SSR out of the box. So the consideration will be on whether Relay teams’ goal of making it “easy for the community to build upon [Relay’s API] to make a server rendering module for Relay” pans out or not.

TL;DR

If you’re building an app that needs to server-side render and talks to a GraphQL server, strongly consider Apollo before jumping straight into Relay; the complexity otherwise is considerable. If SSR is not important to you, Relay is probably a good choice here since you’ll be staying within the “Facebook ecosystem” of tools and modules.

Jeremy Gayed is a lead engineer at The New York Times. He’s working on building out the next generation web platform for various teams at The Times.

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REDUX: Western Lies and Chemical False Flag Attacks in Syria

REDUX: Western Lies and Chemical False Flag Attacks in Syria

21WIRE + Syrianna Analysis | Once again, the Western media spreading fake news in order to gain political backing for a wider military intervention.

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