Fox Mulder clicked the remote, and the next slide appeared, a warehouse that looked like it was ground zero for a small explosion: black scorch marks on the walls, burst light fixtures, shattered windows all the way to the ceiling. "And how would you explain this?"
"Looks like a catastrophic power surge, or maybe a case of arson. Nothing unusual."
Fox grinned, "Ah, but what is unusual was the fact that that body was found in this building-- along with a sword. And this isn't the only case. Bodies like this have been found all over the world: the United States, Europe, even as far away as Japan; but none of them are being investigated. Someone is trying to suppress this, and I want to know why."
Elsewhere, a shadowy figure turned down the sound on the bug in Mulder's office and blew a long puff of thick grey smoke. He knew that smoking was bad for you, as a matter of fact it had already killed him a couple of times. Everyone had their own weaknesses, his was an addiction he'd had for centuries.
Finally, something useful would come out of his cultivation of Fox Mulder. He knew right away that the man's obsession with all things mysterious and paranormal would eventually lead him to the Immortals, and all he would have to do is follow where the young mortal lead. Once he latched onto an idea, Mulder held on like a terrier; soon the Smoking Man would have all the information he wanted about Immortals: names, hiding places, weaknesses. He might even leak some information to the X-Files, just to keep him on the right track.
These mortals are so easy to manipulate he thought to himself,
leaning back in his chair and pulling another drag from the cigarette.