As always, it is night. And yes, of course it is raining.
Three backlit human shaped silhouettes are walking towards a hilltop. They all stop when they reach a shorter, not quite human shaped silhouette.
”This is it”, says the tall blonde. Seems to be a police officer, though by the accent – obviously not an american.
”This is all of it?” inquires the man in the suit.
”As far as we can tell” replies the blonde. ”We searched the entire area.”
The red-haired woman whispers ”I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Mulder.”
”I know were not on our home turf here, Scully, but don’t you fall apart on me now.”
”Haha, very funny. Give the puns a rest, ok?”
Scully leans down, inspecting the immobile silhouette. ”It’s a clean cut.”
”No shit”, the blonde quickly says, but stops. All three stand silent a couple of seconds.
”A sword?” Mulder asks.
”No, it’s… surgically clean, the only way to cut like this is to immerse the body in formaldehyde first.”
”How about a laser?”
”No, a laser would cauterize the wound, leave burn marks. This cut is impossibly clean, as if …”
”…as if the upper part of his body got teleported straight out of here?” the blonde fills in.
”Don’t be absurd, that’s just not scientifically possible”, Scully says.
”His? How do you know it’s a man?” Mulder asks the blonde, now with a hint of anger in his voice. ”We specifically told you not to touch anything before our arrival!”
”No, sir. Just there’s no way any Swedish woman would get caught dead in pants as ugly as that.”
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