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“Three independent eyewitnesses, Scully. Three independent eyewitnesses ID’d him as the man in this security footage. You still think it’s just a code name that gets passed along?”
“Since one of those eyewitnesses last saw him in nineteen sixty-three, yes, I still think that’s the most plausible explanation.”
“But not the only plausible explanation.”
“Mulder, what are you trying to suggest here? That the word ‘plausible’ could possibly apply to the, the bar-room tall tale your friend from the Agency tried to sell us?”
“That ol’ Frosty’s handlers keep him in cryo-stasis between hits and only pull him out of the fridge once a decade? Come on, that’s nuts. Give me some credit here, I’m just suggesting he doesn’t age.”
“Or maybe whoever’s picking these guys out has a type.”
“A type, huh?”
“We’re still completely in the dark here. We have no idea who’s behind these assassinations, let alone the program that could produce such an advanced prosthetic arm. We can’t rule out the possibility that their selection criteria might favor men with similar physical characteristics—”
“And let me guess, you’d have to get an up-close look to be sure? Well, never let it be said that I impeded the progress of science. I booked us two tickets to Odessa. You can thank me on the way.”
“If I get my liver eaten, you’re going to be my organ donor.”