Agent York | Taylor Murray (
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Voicemail 2.0
You have reached the voice mail system of Officer Taylor Murray.
When you are finished recording, just hang up or press pound for more options.
To request a locksmith or report a crime, press one.
To hear these options in Spanish, press dos.
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Thank you for calling, have a nice day.
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Day 222 - afternoon - action
It's worrying, but it certainly isn't keeping him in bed. Malcolm hates being inactive even when sick. Besides, lunch won't just make itself, and he's not about to have York go get something for him. Just whip something up, pop it in the oven...no big deal. He's still got an appetite. Even if it still isn't for meat.
The problem starts with the sticky oven door. He's been meaning to get that greased up and seen to since before heading down into the sewer, but, well, then the sewer happened. Damn thing doesn't want to open. And takes a good deal of tugging to wrench open.
When it persists on sticking, he lets out an exasperated sigh, thinks he should just go get a little oil, and--
--something else takes over, something mindless and aggressive and willing to take out such aggression on the first annoying thing it sees. The oven door? Gets a robotic leg through it. Sweeps an arm across the nearest counter, knocking spices, a container of to-be-baked goodness, a knife rack to the floor. Cabinets get ripped open, fragile plates and glasses grabbed and thrown. Whatever is inside him is angry, but at what, nobody could say. Stepping on the broken shards doesn't help any when it beats the toaster into submission, or when he goes a little nutty at the shiny fridge and the reflection in the chrome surface. Whatever it is is about to take a good swing at the fridge and start making their food situation pretty nasty when--
--grease that damn door up. ...Wait...what...just happened...?
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Tries to get in close, tries to calm him down, all open hands and soft voice and shh, boo, shh, it's okay come on just talk about this-
Which is how he gets the mug right in the face and the follow through kick (not with the bionic leg thank god) that knocks his legs out from under him. Swearing on the floor he shoves himself away till, well. Till it passes. Pressed up against the wall, arms up, bleeding from a cut on his hairline and just- saying everything that he's been saying the whole time.
"-onna be okay, it's okay you're home, you're safe, there's no one else here Malcolm it's just you and me, okay? You're safe, I promise you're safe."
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The kitchen is a disaster area, as if some particularly nasty tornado had torn the room apart, or at least part of it. His hands and his feet have cuts, and there aren't many safe places to stand. But he was just--wasn't he just--?
Is that York? He has to swallow down the rising panic, the fear bubbling up, or try to at least when he turns to York. York who's on the floor against the wall and defensive, and hurt, and talking to him.
"Taylor?" His voice is quiet, questioning, urgent, while he flexes his fingers, brings them to his chest. All of a sudden afraid to move.
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He goes still.
Swallows.
"...Malcolm? Are you with me, boo?"
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Day 299, Night - Text;
How is Malcolm doing? How are you doing?
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I'm alright, not sick. Mal's sick and he's...he had a fit a few days ago. Trashed the kitchen. Threw a mug at me. Got him the booster but he had a ...moment. A really deep moment of suicidal ideation and he's talking to a therapist now.
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I'm not infected either. It's one of the reasons I'm going. I know how to fight those things if needed. We'll make sure to bring back what they need for the cure.
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Someone's gotta hold down the fort. Liz and Mulder are heading out so I'm sticking here. I can't...I can't leave him like this. You stay safe out there, okay?
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I have an emergency
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pants emergencies do not count.
What's the situation, citizen?
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and there's too much ice cream here for me to eat
I think I heard somewhere not eating all the ice cream is a crime
when will you be free to protect and serve
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I'm off my beat in fifteen. Where is this Ice Cream Emergency?
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Tired and achy as she is, Carolina hasn't been able to settle, to rest. So now is as good a time as any to see if she can send a message with news. ]
Objective complete. No casualties, some injuries. Homeward bound, should be back soon.
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All quiet here. Everyone's still stable.
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That's good. Hopefully it won't take long to extract what they need for a cure.
[ That it might not work? Not something she even remotely wishes to consider. ]
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They're working overtime in the labs getting the boosters out. Most of the dome's innoculated with that already though i'm pick'n up scragglers.
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Hey.
I need to talk to you. When's a good time?
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Not so sure he should answer- but the kneejerk reaction to let her sit and sweat is stupid, childish, and petty and he's grown past that shit enough to suppress it. ]
I'm off shift in five.
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Okay. I'll see you there? Or is home better for you?
[Hers or his - his would probably better. She'd already spoken to Malcolm, after all.
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Home's good. Mal will let you in if you get there before I do.
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[there's a pause, filled with shuffling, with a faint mewf in the background, and a slow breath being taken.]
..Taylor. It's done. Delta thinks we've been successful in locating and isolating the trigger for whatever compliance was done to me. We'll be doing some follow-up checks, making sure it holds, but.. I just wanted to let you know.
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Yours. Malcolm insisted. I'll be bringing Lela too, as long as that's all right.
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