Chapter Sixteen of the Choirgirl HOTeL…

Written by Karol LaFromage

PART ONE

Everyone sat with their mouths agape at the bloody results of Jenn's brutal attack on Mulder.

Mulder looked at Jenn stunned and slowly moved his hands down to his groin, which was now bleeding profusely.

"You shot me!" He wailed.

"Sorry." Said Jenn, annoyed. She looked at him angrily, but an eerie calm had settled over her. It was amazing what a violent release could do for one's temperament.

Adrienne bawled over the sight before her. Her "piece of ass" had been literally blown to pieces, by her own lover.

The police came and escorted Jenn to the town lock up for the night. Mulder was brought to the hospital with Adrienne by his side.

The twins decided to take a practice in the pool, and Dan and Jamie sat in Jamie's room trying to decide a plan of action.

During the confusion Mr. Poulvelli escorted Ms. LaFromage to the basement for some interrogation of his own.

"This has been a crazy fucking week." Kyribelle said to her sister.

Katiribelle looked at her surprised; it wasn't like her to swear. "I still can't believe that Greg is dead." She said.

"Did you really love him?"

"I think once, when we were married. I almost saw something in him. I was glad that he found Karol and moved on. But something about her bothers me a little."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I remember a few years back in a newspaper article I read. There was a story about the grand opening of a store. It was the Destructive Material's Party Store. And she was in the picture, cutting the ribbon in front of the store. What do you think it means?"

"Well, she is a celebrity. Maybe the store owners invited her there to open the store with them. It was probably just to gain some publicity."

"I guess so." Said Katiribelle reluctantly.

"SO Dan, what do you think so far?"

"I think you all are crazy! But I think there's a bigger story here."

"Me too." Said Jamie.

"I'd like to investigate the basement again. If that's not a problem?"

"Not really. I was just hoping you'd rather like to sit and talk for awhile. It's been a hectic day, maybe you'd like a rest." Jamie put on her sexiest, sultry smile. Dan grinned. He thought that Jamie was the most amazing kareoke singer he'd ever heard. He had all her albums, and he loved the way she looked in those way too short for her height stockings.

"We can rest."

Jenn hooked up with some strung out lesbians in the lock up, and got herself some donuts from a nice cop she knew from school

It looked like Mulder would pull through. Adrienne settled down after a good dose of Prozac, and looked forward to testing out the prosthetic penis that was being fitted out as a replacement for Mulder's bulleted rittled old one.

Danna dragged Karol down to the basement for some questioning of his own. In his hand was a newspaper clipping. The headline read: Grand opening of Destructive Materials. Next to it was a picture of the party store and Karol, cutting the ribbon.

"What does this mean?" He yelled, pushing the article in her face.

"It doesn't mean anything to you Poulvelli!"

"Yes it does. Do you know what goes in those pickle barrels?" He asked harshly.

She did know, but she didn't let on. Danna kicked open one of the barrels and a sea of pickle juice swamped around their feet. There was a false bottom in the barrel, which Danna proceeded to break open with his fists.

Karol looked at him angrily, how did he know about the false bottoms. Each barrel had some amount of evidence that there was life out there - Alien life.

Danna pulled plastic bags out of the fake bottom. In each bag were disks, pictures, newspaper clippings, and videos. Each piece of evidence had something to do with the government hiding the truth about alien life.

"Where's my disk?" Danna asked.

She looked away.

"I know that you know all about this. Destructive Materials was your idea as a front for the operation. Do you know who I am?"

"Of course." She said angrily. "You're Gentle Sac. The beloved kiddy-porn star. And you committed one of the largest pentagon hacks in history. What's on your disk Danna?"

"More evidence. There is life out there, and the disk proves it."

"So what about Sarah Smith?"

"What about her?"

"Why did you kill her? She was working towards the same goal. She wanted to expose the pentagon too."

Poulvelli looked down. "She wanted to jump the gun. She was going to show the disk to the press, and get it out in the open. She couldn't be allowed to do that. We needed more evidence. So I had to stop her. She gave me no choice. I had to kill Sarah Smith."

A strange voice came from the corner.

"You're under arrest Mr. Poulvelli, for the murder of Sarah Smith."

"Greg?" Karol asked tentatively.

Greg stepped out into the light. "Yes, it's me."

"But why?"

"I had to fake my death, things were getting out of hand. I never meant to fall in love with you. I was a FBI agent sent to infiltrate the Destructive Materials- alien exposure ring. We've been tracking you for quite some time. That's why Katiribelle divorced me, my job. It was too much for her to handle."

Danna made a move to run. "Don't bother, Poulvelli." Greg said. "The place is surrounded."

Karol looked at Greg longingly. "Does this mean the engagement is off?"

"No, just postponed, until you get deprogrammed. We might even make you an agent, you're pretty good at this."

Karol laughed. Greg smiled, but then frowned again.

"Mr. Poulvelli." He said. "You're under arrest for the murder of Sarah Smith. And you, my love." He said while turning to Karol. "You are under arrest for stealing files from the pentagon."

Danna sat on the basement steps looking angrily at the loving couple, now restored to normalcy (well, regularity. There’s no way these kids were ever normal).