Prelude: FBI agent Fox Mulder is informed by one of his sources that file 95-0088 presents more than meets the eye. Mulder investigates, unsure how this case might involve an X-file. His partner , Dana Scully, is even more skeptical.
Summary of FBI file 9588: There has been a massive slaughter in two small towns of prestigious Westchester County in New York. The murders have allegedly been committed by a group of seven youths. This still seems like a normal FBI case, it should not be an X-File. Mulder, hoping that his source is correct, investigates the case. He is now questioning one of the members of the group involved in the murders.
Mulder: "Erik, right?"
Erik: "Yeah."
Mulder: "Erik, you confessed your involvement in the Westchester Massacre to the police, right?"
Erik: " Yeah, that was pretty cool."
Mulder: "Um hmm. Your record, is impeccable. You have never even got a speeding ticket, and I know that must have been hard."
(Erik gives Mulder a puzzled look)
Mulder: "I saw your Saleen in evidence."
Erik: "Oh yeah, that was pretty cool." (he really has one, he won it)
Mulder: " Hell, even your school record is clean. Is this right, not even one detention?"
Erik: "Umm yeah, that was pretty cool. I am a fine upstanding citizen."
Mulder: "Where you coerced into your confession by anyone? The police, a friend, a family member?"
Erik: "Umm, I don't think so."
Mulder "Yes or no?"
Erik: "Oh yeah, uh no."
Mulder: "Then, why did you do it?"
Erik: "Whoa, that is a pretty good question. I am not really sure what the answer is. I know that I do not regret what I did, I only regret getting caught. I hated the people that I did this to. I hated them with an intense passion. Especially the rappers. The rappers were everywhere. This disease of rap spread faster than a rumor in a small high school. It infected almost everyone in it's path."
Mulder: " Why weren't you infected with this disease you speak of?"
Erik: "I do not know. I guess I was just lucky, or maybe I was just too cool."
Mulder: "But why do you hate these people so intensely?"
Erik: "Well, I guess it started some time ago. I was the first of the outcasts at my school. It began as more of a game than anything else. My small school situated in a hamlet of hell has been the breeding ground for stupidity ever since I have gone there. I do not know which was worse, the people, the boredom of a small town with nothing to do, or the rappers.
Yes, rappers. The stupidity of these high school losers was absolutely fascinating. They were so dumb that they would forget to breath if it were not instinctive. One particularly dumb fool, we called him the Grandmaster of Thump, actually thought that a classic car from the fifties would pull in radio stations from that era. Astounding I know, but this is what I have to deal with on a daily basis. His car is a reflection of his stupidity. It is the ugliest thing I have ever see. It is a bright red Beretta with the tackiest body work I have scene this side of Harlem. He also has these huge letters GTU spanning the entire length and width of his windshield. It is amazing that he can even see out of the damn thing."
Mulder: "Anyway..."
Erik: "Oh yeah , tangents are cool. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, the idiots. These people were not only stupid, they were mean too. These closed minded morons hated anyone that was different from them. In high school, assimilation was the rule, and I broke it. Because of this, they would torment me, everyday. It was non-stop stupidity and it really got on my nerves. These bullies had nothing better to do with their time, I suppose. Reasoning with them was impossible, since they gave me a blank stare anytime I used words with multiple syllables.
Two fiends and I started to take a class at another school, hoping that
the stupidity was limited to my town. When Mezo, Tim, and I arrived, we
were greeted with rap infested salutations and childish comments. There
was a pair of twins in my class. One was named Reno, the other was Dick.
The first time
I walked into class, Reno began to point at me and started yelling "glasses"
which sounded more like "glathez" with his slur. He even went
so far as to make a circle out of his forefinger and thumb and placed it
around his eyes while saying it. I might understand this kind of idiocracy
in elementary school, but these guys were sixteen and in high school. Unfortunately,
this type of behavior was not isolated to a few.
The disease that is stupidity seemed to have spread through most of the school. It also seemed to be a characteristic of only those who listened to rap. This disease did not have racial or economical boundaries. Black, white, rich, or poor, they were all the same. I was interested in observing the behavior of these cretins, the same way I am mystified by the actions of monkeys in a zoo. The male of the species would pound their chest to prove how macho they were. The males also would wave their hands up and down and say things like "oh bust" and "let's squash this beef". The females had a really bad attitude problem supplemented by comment such as "talk to the hand, cuz da head ain't listening." I know that they show this kind of trash on Ricki Lake, but it is even sadder to see these people in real life. These creatures were funny to look at, and they were perfect for jokes, but they did not serve any other valued purpose in life. Everyday they tried to fight my friends and I. Sure, that would be a fair fight, fifty big, weight-lifting homies, versus the comparably small, three of us.
An especially interesting group of these losers was the "gangstas." These "gangstas" where the most amusing out of all the idiots. It was so obvious how fake they were, I cannot imagine how anyone could look at them seriously, without breaking out into a guffaw. These guys actually thought they were from the hood or something, of course they lived in Pocantico Hills, you know how bad it gets there. My friends and I are always mocking them, saying stuff like 'Oh yo, I iz from da hood of Pocan-ti-co Hillz yo. Ya know what I'm saying. My old mans only got one Rolls Royce. Thaz why I have to bust the flava gangsta style, yo.' We also say stuff like 'Oh yo, I iz gonna bust up you dome biz, oh wait a second, is it raining out, uh-oh, mommy will get mad if I get my new leather coat wet. Let's like go inside and get some crumpets and tea." They are just so fake. They also dress like a bunch of asses; their pants are big enough to shelter a small Bosnian village. Coolio, was the leader of this little pack. That was ironic because he was even shorter than I, measuring up at about 4'11". He thought he was a big, bad, gangster, and always had something intelligent to say to us. It usually consisted of him calling us hurbs. I am still unsure of the English definition of this term, but I damn proud to be one."
(Silence.)
Mulder: "How did the Massacre happen?"
Erik: "I laughed when they threatened me, turned away when they mocked me. I went home that Thursday and jumped into bed. I turned on the radio and "Lithium" by Nirvana was on. I started thinking about all of these Neanderthals and my pulse started to race. I had never felt like this before. A smile appeared on my face for the first time. I looked up and was blessed with the most wonderful idea I had ever had. I went over to my friends Rachel's house to share my idea with everyone there. Present was Tim, Rachel, Jess, Andrea, Tom, and Ray. Incidentally, Ray was asleep on the floor. They all hated the homies just as much as I did and agreed that my idea sounded like fun."
Mulder: "This idea of yours was the Westchester Massacre?"
Erik: "Whoa, that was pretty cool. Umm, Yes it was. Try to hold your applause until the end though. Anyway, we began to prepare for our battle. Money was not an object since we had Tim's rather large, older, brother beat up Coolio and steal his limitless Visa Gold card. We bought ourselves a car to start with. Actually it was not so much a car, as it was a chariot of God.
We bought a beautiful Metallic Black Hummer. The Hummer was easy to
modify. We began by molecularly bonding the outer shell of the truck. This
would render the car virtually invincible. The outer shell was strong enough
to withstand the force of bullets, bombs, missiles. Not even a shopping
cart could ding this baby. Next, we modified the glass so it too was bullet
proof. Ramming batons with auxiliary spikes and a winch were added up front
in addition to the standard run-flat tires with a central tire inflation
system(CTI). The defensive mechanisms were completed. For offense, we added
a military machine gun turret with a grenade launcher. We also attached
a laser guided missile system just for the hell of it.
Halogen lamps were welded to an outer roll bar and to the front brush guards.
A PA system was run through the truck. The interior was equipped with SATINAV(Satellite
Navigation System), an integrated control panel for the weapons, and a
great stereo because killing would not be as much fun without a little
music. The control panel operated primary power on all weapons and included
a diagnostics program, laser guidance commands, Intelligent Weapons Controls(IWC),
and a hyperlink to a Cray Supercomputer. To compensate for the extra weight
burden this Hummer would have to bear, we equipped the aptly named Death
Hummer with a supercharged GM big block 454 and five speed Tremec tranny.
The fumes were routed through a catless Borla dual side pipe exhaust system.
By the time we were done, this steroid induced Hummer had testosterone
blowing out of its' tailgate.
The whole transformation process took about three months. When it was completed, the whole car, along with all the modifications, was painted jet black. Silver graphics lettering "DEATH" were placed above the Hummer decal on the back of the vehicle. Sweat poured down my face as I drew up the plans for our final revenge. We decided that Pleasantville would be our first target. We decided to attack the very next day. It was a Monday, so we were sure that school was in session. At 11:00 am, I picked everyone up in the Death Hummer. We listened to "Cake and Sodomy" on the way to Pleasantville. I told Mezo about our plans for revenge, and he wanted to join in the fun. He followed us down on his Harley. Mezo chose to carry only a sword. As we listened to the music, sweat poured down our faces, eagerly anticipating the blood bath that awaited us.
I looked in my rearview mirror and noticed a cop with his lights on.
I pulled over hoping he would drive past, but to my dismay, he pulled over
behind me . Mezo drove past us, pulling over at the 7-11. 
After
checking the plates, the officer approached the Hummer. He asked for my
license and registration which I gave to him. My heart was pulsating at
a mile a minute. He came back to the car and said that I had a tail light
out and he wrote me a fix-it ticket. I noticed it was stained with what
appeared to be jelly donut. Regardless, we were once again on our way,
all of us laughing at the irony of the event that just occurred. Had the
cop been more interested in doing his job instead of eating his donuts,
he might have been able to stop the massive slaughter.
Oh well, no use crying over spilled blood. Mezo pulled behind us after we passed him and together we pulled up to Pleasantville High school. We all got into position. Tom manned the machine guns, Tim and Rachel were controlling the rocket launchers, Jess and was up front with me controlling the vehicles weapon control panel and helping with navigation. Andrea was in the seat behind Jessica offering assistance whenever needed. Ray was in the back sleeping. Tim and I got out of the Hummer and walked over to the homies. Mezo got off of his bike and joined us.
The homies were outside as usual, they never seem to be in class. They started harassing us. Luckily I had my abridged Rap-English dictionary with me. I said to them " Yo I bust up you dome cuz I got mad beef. Ya know wat I say a biggity biggity bust." This translates into "Do you want to fight?" They grunted and they started to chase after us. One of the rappers tripped over his large pants while running.
Tim and I jumped into our pre-assigned positions in the Hummer. Jessica hit the switch on the control panel that flipped over the license plate, so no one could trace the plates. I dropped the clutch and slammed on the gas. The stupid homies started to run in the other direction. The frightened look on their face on the stain in their pants was worth all the effort we had put into this project. I gained on the first group of rappers and Jessica released the spikes on the front grille. Blood splattered all over the black paint. When I saw this I started to scream. "I just washed and waxed it. Now look what you have down" I was furious. I took a leftover pipe from the back of the Death Hummer and started beating the crap out of the homies. I just started hitting and hitting. It was really a lot of fun. I remembered that I had a mission to complete and it would be selfish for me to have all the fun, so I let Tom open fire with the gun. At my command, Jess armed the machine guns. Tom began to fire. It was really cool. Homey blood started spitting out everywhere.
I saw Mezo on his Harley cutting people left and right with his sword, he was not a half bad swordsman. We all stopped to watch him, then he disappeared into the building for a minute. We waited and heard the engine of his bike coming closer. With a loud crash, the side doors of the school flew open and Mezo went flying by us. Chained to the back of his bike were the torsos of Reno and Dick. We cheered Mezo on as he paraded the bodies up and down the street. I started the Hummer again and we started to attack the building itself. The windows began to shatter and people screamed as ricocheting bullets flew everywhere. This was the most fun I had ever had. Unfortunately, Tom is not a very good shot, and he ended up shooting Mezo.
However, it was kinda cool how his Harley went sliding into a group of rappers, knocking them all down, before exploding against the wall. A piece of the front fork impaled one of the idiots against the outer, brick wall. I backed the Death Hummer up and revved the engine. I smiled and slammed it into first, aiming for the front doors. "Oh, no. I don't think I can fit." I said sarcastically. Everyone began to laugh. The Hummer plowed through the front doors, scattering debris everywhere. The Hummer slid into the opposite wall and came to a stop and stalled. I started it again and the engine roared with the same ferocity that was within us. As I drove down the hall, I cautioned everyone, especially Tom, not to kill the few people there we liked.
All the classroom doors flew open, and everyone was gawking. It was as if none of them had ever seen a blood stained black Hummer drive through their school before. Anyway, I headed for the staircase. I plowed through the first set of doors, but there was no way that we would have been able to fit down the stairs without a little assistance. Tim and Rachel aimed the rocket launcher and fired. The first rocket missed and obliterated the third floor. We all looked at Tim and said "Whoa pretty cool." Tom added "You know how to fix that, Bondo."
The second Rocket fired correctly and I was able to drop the Hummer down the new hole. Once downstairs, I was hunting for Coolio. Through the Hummers PA, we asked people were he was, if they did not know, then we shot them, if they told us were they thought he might be, we ran them over. I drove into the gym and started doing donuts while Tom shot at everything in sight. We were having a grand old time, but we still had not found Coolio. Unhappy about this, I went outside to continue the search. I crashed through the brick wall and saw Coolio outside smoking pot and talking about how he was going to kick our asses.
I jumped out and said, "Please kick my ass midget boy. Do it now! Cmon." Coolio started to rush towards me and I ran towards him. I gave him a few swift kicks to his empty head. The big bad "gangsta" started crying. I apologized, and offered him a ride with the Hummer. He agreed, so I strapped him to the winch and floored the car around the parking lot, dragging his decrepit body behind me. I was having so much fun, I did not notice the sirens or police lights. I had anticipated that the cops might show up, so I had come prepared. Jess threw twelve dozen donuts out the sunroof and I took off as the cops scurried to get the treasure. Some of the cops remembered for a minute that there was a mass murder going on here and thought about stopping me first. I could here them saying "Mmmmm donuts, mass murder, donuts, mass murder, mmm donuts." I plowed through two Police Caprices on my way out and drove over one of their Crown Victorias. I glanced back at the school and was amazed at the damage I caused. Bodies lay everywhere and the building was now a flaming pile of bricks.
We returned to Rachel's house, put the Hummer in her garage, and threw a party for ourselves. Andrea woke up Ray, who slept through the whole thing, and we all went inside. We were elated with what we had just gotten away with. There was no way that they could have caught us since the windows on the Death Hummer were deep tinted and we killed all the witnesses that saw us when we got out of the car. We shared which moments meant the most. Tim said, "I wish you could have all seen the look on Coolio's face as the flesh was being ripped of off his body, it was priceless." Tim's description of the death of Coolio brought tears of joy to all of our eyes. Our hearts were full of passion.
Mulder: "What about Valhalla?"
Erik: "Well we decided that to be fair, we would give the same treatment to the school that had first brewed the hatred within us, but we wanted to wait for the perfect time to carry out the second part of our mission.
We decided to wait until June 20, graduation day. I figured that we would be able to make a most impressive entrance. I washed all of the blood and body parts off of the Death Hummer and reloaded the weapons. Tom fixed the broken taillight while Tim ran a systems check on the computer to make sure that everything would be ready. The police brought in the FBI to help with the investigation. There were not any survivors except for the cops, and all they saw was a black Hummer and chocolate covered Boston Creme donuts.
We had to wait four weeks for graduation to come. We paced back and forth around Rachel's house and moshed to Nirvana and Marilyn Manson while waiting. That got boring, so I guess we played some computer games, Pyro 2 and such..."
Mulder: "I don't care what you did with your spare time. Just tell me what happened on June 20."
Erik : "God damn you FBI type people are really short fused. You kill a few hundred people and they treat you like you are a criminal or something. Anyway, yeah well the day came. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, it was as if God knew that a glorious thing was about to occur. We pulled up to the school in Ray's Acura, we did not want anyone to see us in the Hummer. We went early to survey the scene and to develop a plan of action. We saw some of our classmates there. They acted nice to us, smiling to our faces. We smiled back and flipped them the bird once they turned around, the same they had done to us for so many years. After surveying the sight, we went back to Rachel's house and waited for the ceremonies to begin.
We were giddy with anticipation. We left five minutes before it was about to start. I almost crashed into a tree as the sweat pouring down my face stung my eyes. I pulled around the side of the high school and waited for the music to begin. Once I heard "Pomp and Circumstance" I pushed play on the Hummer's CD player. I jumped to track seven on Bleach , "Negative Creep". I looked back and said "Oh yeah". I then said "We're gonna kill some losers". In chorus, we all said "We will, we will." I saw all of the graduating seniors on line marching up to the fields. I laughed, gunned the engine and lurched forward. The Hummer took off like a bat out of hell. One of the students looked back and laughed, I guess she thought it was some kind of prank, well that is until the audience heard her bones crunch against the Hummer's front end.
It was all so exciting, I kind of forgot exactly what happened from that point on. I do remember driving through the crowd, and , oh yeah, this is funny, someone's decapitated head landed on the windshield. I used the wipers to remove the head, but the glass was smeared with so much blood, I couldn't see anymore. I tried using the wiper fluid, but it wouldn't dilute the thick, red, blood. I was just driving by feel now, kind of like how old people parallel park; I go until I hit something, then I turn around and go in the other direction. I guess I ran over the podium, and into a few cars. There were massive craters were the fields had once been. They were created with the help of some missiles. I opened the window and grabbed some woman's shirt. I used it to clear a spot on the windshield that I could see through. I threw the rag back out, closed the window, and headed for the school. I rammed through the fence of the upper field like it was tin foil. We were airborne for a few seconds and landed hard, the Hummer was unstoppable though. I went through the second fence with similar ease. We were all thrown back into our seats when the Hummer hit the brick wall.
We were in the gym. The Hummer started jolting back and forth and we
were singing along with the Beatles "Yellow Submarine" and Alice
in Chains "Again" making sure to emphasize the "Yeah- doot-
doots" The truck tore down the halls destroying everything in its
path. I couldn't believe how much fun I was having. 
And
to think that I thought that there was nothing to do in this town. We pulled
up to the library. Actually we went through the library. Through the trucks
PA we ordered "Large fries, apple pie, large coffee." After burning
all the books, a favorite pastime of Tim, we left the library and headed
back out to the front office.
I backed the Hummer up to the back edge of the gym. As we surged forward, the smell of burning rubber and the beautiful sound of screeching 20 inch tires enveloped my senses. I hit forty by the front doors and barreled through the pillars. I reached the upper parking lot and flew over the incline down to the lower parking lot. Unfortunately, I sideswiped a Suburban just before the edge and went down the incline at an awkward angle. We all screamed, an effect of the adrenaline rush we were experiencing. The Hummer came crashing into the ground sideways. We must have rolled at least twice before coming to a rest. Luckily a police cruiser stopped our fall. The impact was ferocious enough to wake Ray and stall the Hummer's V8. The remaining police had their guns drawn and ordered us to get out of the car. We all stared at each other wondering whether this was it. I was not ready to give up, and neither were any of the rest of us, save Ray who did not know what was going on. I put my foot on the clutch and actually prayed to God as I turned the key. I am not a religious man, but I believe that there was some other force looking after us that day, protecting the path of the righteous man. The Hummer's engine roared to life and I took off. The cops began to fire at us, of course they could not do any damage to our molecularly bonded shell. To ensure that they could not chase us, I destroyed all of their cars. I rammed into them each car and gawked in amazement as the sheet metal folded under the pressure. I made sure to destroy the radar units in each vehicle. I hate those little things. The big police Caprices and Crown Vic's where no match for the Death Hummer.
It was great, I felt like a little kid stamping out ant hills, I had the power supreme. When I was done, every last cruiser was flattened like a pancake. One especially funny sight was one cop car that was crushed in both the front and the back, yet the lights on the roof light bar were still flashing. I backed the Hummer up to the end of the parking lot and reveled in the beauty of the destruction we had caused. It was a beautiful sight. Flames poured out from the back of the school. Bloody, sometimes limbless people were running in every direction. Sheet metal, plastic, glass, and other remains of the police cars were scattered everywhere. The dark blue GMC Suburban that I hit on the way out of the school, was teetering over the edge of the upper lot, that is until a strong wind persuaded it to fall forward. The huge blue truck rolled down the hill suffering considerable damage, coming to rest on top of a 'make my presence known' red, Chevrolet Beretta GTU. That pissed me off because I was hoping to destroy that car personally. The wailing of the alarms of the Beretta drowned out the police sirens which had slowed to a low pitched whine due to their damage.
We all took this opportunity to look around and think about we had done. We all started laughing hysterically. We wanted to bar code the school with the message 'doot-destroyed'. (Bar-coding had become a fetish of ours ever since I saw bar-coding equipment in a computer magazine.) Something in this picture was just not right though. The school was still standing. We could not have that happen now could we? Jess rearmed the Death Hummers main weapons circuits. She and Andrea calculated the best point of impact for the one remaining missile via the Hummers main weapons control computer. After uploading the data to a Cray through the Hummers built in laptop, the point of impact that would cause the most damage was calculated. This information was uploaded to the laser guidance system of the missile launcher. Tim and Rachel stood ready to fire. I put "Enter Sandman" into the CD player. Tim wrapped his hand around the launch trigger.
We all looked at him. Tom said 'Blowing up schools', together we all said 'Hey, it's what we do.' Tim pulled the trigger. Smoke billowed out from all sides of the Hummer and followed the missile into the school. The missile performed beautifully, entering an air shaft from the roof and proceeding down to the basement, similar to the video we all saw from Desert Storm. Ironically, the building blew at the same moment as the first dramatic base note in "Enter Sandman." It was fantastic. Debris was blown as far as Mayfair Acres. The explosion caused a jolt that could be felt as far away as Rye. There was nothing left but bricks and flaming wood. I even heard a report that one of the schools fine 80/86 computers landed in the Slurpee machine at the 7-11 in Pleasantville.
Mulder: "Yeah, the owner of the store was not too pleased about that. He is suing the school district; $2000 to fix the machine, $10.8 million in suffering and mental anguish.
Erik: "Yeah, Guhad has been known to go insane on occasion. One time while I was in the store, he just started throwing Slurpees and nachos at all the patrons screaming something about the end of the world. Anyway, after gawking in amazement for a few minutes, we decided to take off. We waved goodbye to the cops, which was pointless since they could not see us through the deep tinted glass on the Death Hummer, but it gave us a sense of finality anyway. We laughed as they continued to shoot at us. Some good Samaritan started chasing us in his 300ZX Twin Turbo. We were moved by his selfless gesture, but we had to run him off the road regardless."
Mulder: "That red Z was looked like a bug after it hit a windshield, he was not simply run off the road."
Erik: "Oh yeah, that was cool. I have this real thing against Japanese cars."
Mulder: "So Erik, if you escaped, and no one could see who was in the Hummer, then how did the police catch you."
Erik: "Ohh yeah, that kinda sucked. Being the fine upstanding citizen that I am, I did not want to have my permanent record scarred. Therefore, I went to the police to take care of the fix-it ticket I told you about earlier. The taillight was OK now, the problem was, in all of the excitement, I somehow forgot to wash all the blood off of the Death Hummer."
(Erik begins to hit himself in the head with his hand yelling out 'Stupid, stupid, stupid...')
Mulder: "I see. Well..."
(Mulder is interrupted by call on his cell phone.)
Mulder: "Yes. OK. Let's not talk about this over the phone, Big Brother may be watching."
(Mulder calls to the guard to open the door and then walks out of the room.)
Epilogue: Mulder knew that something was not right. He had the files
on all of these kids, they were all clean, except for one who had burned
down an abandoned church. The call Mulder received was from the Lone Gunman.
These were a bunch of techy nerds who knew everything about electronics.
Mulder had worked with them many times in the past. He had previously explained
the situation to them. He had said , "There is an incredible amount
of stupidity amongst the high school kids. It is not isolated to one school
or any specific geographic area. It does however seem to be present amongst
only those who listen to rap music." Mulder further stated that "There
also might be some connection between the type of music the kids involved
in the Westchester Massacre listen to, and their spontaneous acts of violence."
By using the latest technical equipment, the technicians were able to show
Mulder on an oscilloscope the root of the problem. There were abnormal
electronic pulses being created by the music that stimulated the cerebral
cortex of the brain. This boiled down to subliminal messaging. Weeks of
research and information from informant Agent X, led Mulder to realize
what was going on. To sum it up, there were two secret government projects
in action. The first, was a broad based experiment dealing with the ability
to warp intelligence through bass notes. Since rap consists of mostly a
constant roll of bass, the lack of intelligence was explained. The other
project, was experimented with on a much smaller basis, given it's drastic
ability to change peoples thoughts. This project was centered on Valhalla,
NY. The purpose of the project was to see if they could warp individuals
better judgment through electron impulse stimulation. This was achieved
by modifying the treble notes on some 
Smells Like Children CDs. Mulder had all the evidence in the back of his
Crown Victoria, ready to report it to FBI Assistant Director Skinner. Unfortunately,
the car 'accidentally' caught fire the night before Mulder was to return
to Washington. All the evidence that would have linked high-ranking U.S.
officials to this experiment was destroyed. Another Washington cover-up
had been perfectly executed. The truth is out there, but once again,
it will remain hidden.