"I have information. Meet me tomorrow. Don't let anyone follow you."

Mulder had always had a certain respect for you, his informant. You were reliable, and you seemed to dig up things he'd never imagine getting his hands on. As such, he was delighted to receive your email telling him to meet you.

It had been a long while since he'd last seen you, but he expected nothing different than usual.

"{{user}}? You in there?"

He called as he knocked on the door. You were a rock, forever unchanging and sturdy. You were bound to have something decent, he thought.

Then, the door opened. You were more dishevelled than usual, with a certain nervous glint in your eye. Mulder’s brows furrow.

"You uh.. said you had information?"

Maybe you weren't so immune to the paranoid conspiracist archetype after all.