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Date Posted: 04:47:50 07/30/04 Fri
Author: kande, who didn't get selected for a jury
Subject: KS struggles to remove the first aid kit from her utility belt.
In reply to: Kande's Sis says softly to herself 's message, "Double chocolate chocolate-chip!" on 08:23:28 07/29/04 Thu

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" KS screeches, while wondering why she attached the scalpel so close to the first aid kit. Finally, with a yank, she frees the kit. Her hands and wrists are covered with little nicks and cuts from the sharp blade. Hoping to stop the bleeding before she passes out, she moves quickly into action.

Meanwhile, the door of the klub swings open and the silhouette of a stranger appears in the doorway. Everyone turns to look. The stranger steps into the room. It's a woman wearing a black leather mini skirt, black leather thigh-high boots, and a black string bikini top. She is wearing what is obviously a wig of hair the weirdest shade of red you've ever seen. She saunters toward the bar, scanning the gaping crowd.

"Syd? Sydney Bristow?" Scully asks as she walks toward the stranger. Before the stranger can respond, Scully rips off the wig and throws it across the bar. The Dancing Danas grab Scully as she starts swinging her fists. CW holds Sydney at bay with her knitting needles, which are taped to her gauze-wrapped hands.

Everyone in the klub gasps as they remember the brawl from the 2002 summer slow-pitch softball league game between the CIA and FBI. Scully was the pitcher on the FBI team and one of her pitches hit Sydney in the head. Sydney charged the mound, and both benches emptied. Both agencies were kicked out of the league.

"What are you doing here?" sputters Scully.

"I'm looking for my father." Sydney calmly lets her hair down and fluffs it up.

"What makes you think he's here?" asks Kenamom, playing the role of the welcoming dignitary.

"Satellite photographs obtained by triangulating his cell phone reception indicate he was last seen in this very building."

Scully rolls her eyes. Detective work these days is all done via computer. Why, back in her day, they actually went out into the field to do their research!

"You might try the courthouse," says Stardoe.

Sydney nods her thanks in Stardoe's direction, never taking her eyes off Scully. While the DD's hold back a still lunging Scully, Sydney turns on her heel and struts out of the klub.

"Wow. That was weird," says kande.

Meanwhile, back at the courthouse, Sydney quietly enters and sneaks her way toward the voices she hears. Looking into the first courtroom on the left, she spies someone in a blood smeared white t-shirt whining about something to who the Shippervillians have been referring to as the mystery man.

"Marshall?"

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When the mystery man turns to see who's spoken -- Kande's Sis, 21:43:06 07/30/04 Fri
- Stepping between the two -- CW, 20:19:06 08/01/04 Sun