the coffee shop across the street

Across from the coffee shop where I work, there is an empty lot. Mostly people just use it to practice driving and sleep off coke binges. The other day, however, a small army of fire trucks, cop cars and hazmat response vehicles were swarming the lot. While bantering back and forth during the day, my coworkers and I decided that it was definitely some strange crime scene, probably involving Moulder and Scully. (As it turned out it was some abandoned truck with a half dozen propane tanks in the back.)

Still, it got me thinking. We always get the crime stories as told by the cops, PIs or friends of the victims looking for vengeance. What about the gang at the coffee shop across the street? What did they see? Did that strange alien spore get tracked into their shop and give them all a case of the death? Were those propane tanks really off gassing strange new elements from mars which give them all superpowers? Maybe this is the lot that EVERYONE uses to dump bodies, maybe the same cops always show up and the same coroner's assistants always get sent for coffee.

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