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   CHAPTER 7   
      
   He woke up eager to get over to Smith's office and begin this new   
   treatment.  He wasn't crazy about the idea of being hypnotized but if   
   it would help him get his memory back, he was all for it.  He was   
   sipping orange juice when someone knocked on his door.   
      
   "Come in," he called.   
      
   Alex Krycek walked in.  "Good morning.  I thought maybe you might like   
   to grab some breakfast before heading over to Medical."   
      
   "No.  I don't.  All I want to do is find out what's going on here and   
   what happened to the last two years of my life!"  Skinner answered   
   angrily, slamming his glass down on the counter.   
      
   "I just thought you might like some breakfast first."   
      
   "No I don't!  I don't want to have breakfast with you; I don't want to   
   have sex with you, I don't want to have anything to do with you.  I   
   don't trust you.  I don't trust all your smiling and come hither   
   looks.  If you really are Alex Krycek, the Alex Krycek that I know;   
   then the only thing you can do for me is disappear."  He came out of   
   the kitchen area and faced Krycek.   
   "I'm going to go through with this hypnotism thing, as much as I hate   
   the thought of it, and I'm going to find out what happened to me and   
   who's responsible; then I'm going to make them pay.  So if you had   
   anything to do with this, anything at all; I suggest you start packing   
   your bags; because I'll find you, where ever you go and I'll make you   
   regret the day you were born!"   
      
   Mulder walked up then and with a short rap in the open door, walked   
   in.  "Everything all right?" he asked.   
      
   "Yeah," Skinner scowled; "Just getting rid of the trash."   
      
   Krycek winced at that and went across the hall and into his room.   
      
      
   "What's the matter?  You think I was too hard on him?"  Skinner asked   
   Mulder as they headed down the ramp towards Medical.   
      
   "He did save your life."     
      
   "I'll believe that, if and when I remember it."  Skinner sneered.   
      
   "I was there.  I don't have any memory loss.  It happened."  Mulder   
   insisted.   
      
   "Well if he did save my life, there must have been something in it for   
   him.  Besides; I'm not even convinced that that is really Alex Krycek.   
    That left arm of his looks totally real to me."   
      
   "He said Smith fixed it for him.  I know that kind of thing is   
   possible; especially for Smith."   
      
   "I don't know what to believe, Mulder.  I'm just glad Smith suggested   
   this hypnotism thing.  I want this nightmare to be over with."   
      
   "I can understand that."   
      
   "I just want to go home; I want my life back."  Skinner said as they   
   entered Medical.   
      
   "Hopefully that won't be too much longer."  Mulder sighed.   
      
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   "Good morning Walter, Mulder.  Come on in."  Smith welcomed them.  "I   
   see you brought Mulder along for moral support."   
      
   "Yes; I figured that would be all right."   
      
   "It is but he'll have to stay out here in the waiting room.  No one   
   else is allowed in the room while you're under hypnosis; it's too   
   distracting."   
      
   "All right."  Skinner agreed then turned to Mulder.  "Will you wait   
   for me?  I'd feel a lot better about all of this if I knew you were   
   out here keeping an eye on things."   
      
   "Sure.  No problem."  Mulder agreed and made himself comfortable in   
   one of the chairs.   
      
   Skinner and Smith went into Smith's office and he gestured to a   
   recliner.  "Please have a seat, Walter."   
      
   "No couch?"  Skinner asked nervously.   
      
   "You can use the couch if you want but most everyone seems to prefer   
   the recliner.  It's very comfortable.  I've napped in it several times   
   myself."   
      
   "No, this looks comfortable."  Skinner said as he sat down, leaned   
   back and put the foot rest up.   
      
   "Good.  Now I want you to just relax.  We're just going to have a   
   little conversation.  What I'm going to do is just go a little deeper   
   than I did before to help you focus.  I touch your forehead for about   
   thirty seconds and that will be it.  You will not lose consciousness   
   but your eyes will close; it helps you to see what you're trying to   
   remember much easier than if they were open.  Are you ready?"   
      
   "Yes.  Is it the same as before; I just open my eyes to come out of   
   it?"  Skinner asked as he laced his fingers together across his chest.   
      
   "No.  I'll have to bring you out of it with another touch but you will   
   be able to converse with me and you will remember everything we talk   
   about.  If you become too uncomfortable with my questions, you may ask   
   me to end the session and I will."   
      
   "OK.  Let's do it."     
      
   Smith reached over and touched Skinner's forehead then sat back   
   comfortably in his chair.   
      
   "That's it?  I didn't feel anything."     
      
   "That's it.  Now take a few deep breaths and try to clear your mind.    
   I'm going to ask you some questions and you answer with as much detail   
   as you can remember."   
      
   "OK.  Shoot."   
      
   "All right.  Some time ago, you testified during the Angleton case and   
   helped convict him.  Do you remember that day?"   
      
   "I do.  It was a nasty one but we got the son of a bitch and put him   
   away for good."   
      
   "After the verdict was read, you went back to your office.  Tell me   
   what you did."   
      
   "After a case is closed there is always a lot of paperwork.  I   
   remember clearly working on that till late."   
      
   "Then what?"   
      
   "I went home."   
      
   "Nothing else?"   
      
   Skinner took a few deep breaths then said, "There was a phone call   
   just as I was leaving the office."   
      
   "Who was it?"   
      
   "Krycek."   
      
   "What did he want?"   
      
   "He had some cock and bull story about a contract being put out on me   
   by the old man."   
      
   "What did you do?"   
      
   "I went home."   
      
   "And nothing happened?"   
      
   Skinner was silent a few minutes, wet his lips with his tongue, and   
   frowned as if trying to remember.  "I remember driving and checking   
   out all the cars around me; making sure I wasn't followed."   
      
   "Were you followed?"   
      
   "No.  At least I don't think so."   
      
   "What happened next?"   
      
   "I drove into the parking garage at Viva Towers, where my condo is.    
   Everything looked fine.  I was almost to my parking spot …"   
      
   "Did something happen?"   
      
   "Yes."  Skinner started breathing a little heavier; his hands were now   
   rubbing the arms of the recliner nervously.   
      
   "Tell me what happened."   
      
   "Someone was shooting at me.  It all happened so fast.  First a bullet   
   shattered the windshield; then more bullets hit the door.  I remember   
   tires screeching, my car was hit and spun around and someone called my   
   name."   
       
   "Who was it?"   
      
   "Krycek."   
      
   "What did he want?"   
      
   "He wanted me to get into his car.  His door was open.  I looked out   
   and I could see two men coming in my direction.  I had no other   
   choice.  I jumped into Krycek's car."   
      
   "Go on."   
      
   "He turned the car around and tried to drive out but the ramp was   
   blocked by another car with two more men.  He tried the other exit but   
   it was blocked as well.  He pulled into a parking space and turned the   
   ignition off."   
      
   "What happened then?"   
      
   "I peeked out and saw them coming for us."   
      
   "And?"   
      
   Skinner thought for a few minutes then said, "I must have passed out.   
    The next thing I knew we were in a place I'd never been before.  It   
      
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