Title: Lost And Found
Author: Paul Benjamin Osterlund - paulosterlund@yahoo.com
Rating: PG

Disclaimer: All existing characters belong to Chris Carter in association with 1013 productions. I NOT am gaining any sort of monetary compensation for this work, it is solely for reading enjoyment of all the Lone Gunmen fans out there.

Summary: Frohike goes on a search for his missing father.



Melvin Frohike rose from the tiny cot, still half asleep with blurred vision from lack of glasses. He rubbed his eyes, felt around his bedside table and stuck his glasses on, now almost fully awake.

Frohike was a very early riser, even more so than Byers the neat freak, and Langly, who usually got up notoriously late after his midnight hacking exploits and online gaming.

At five foot three inches and one hundred and thirty five pounds, Frohike was a tiny man who resembled a JRR Tolkien character. He was always unshaven with matted hair, which was slowly diminishing. His clothing consisted of a leather jacket, black cargos, combat boots,and these funny little fingerless gloves. His aura gave off that of a furry forest creature, and strange recluse at the same time.

He was definitely the most mysterious of the three, for his two companions, (and anyone else for that matter,) knew very little about his past. Frohike was a forty seven year-old virgin, but always kept a lecherous eye for attractive women.

The aroma of strong coffee drew Frohike out of bed. He didn't bother pulling up the sheets or smoothing out the blanket. "Why make a bed if you are going to sleep in it again?" he thought. He put on his usual attire over a his white tank shirt and navy blue boxer shorts with yellow stripes and walked out of his small alcove of a room.

The computer room tripled as a dining room and a living room, with a small kitchenette nearby. The room was occupied by both Byers, who was drinking coffee at the kitchenette, and Langly, who had miraculuosly gotten up, who was reading MAD magazine.

"Hey there, morning glory." Langly said, actually somewhat cheerfully in his droning nasal tone.

Frohike grunted and looked over Langly's shoulder, chuckling at "The Lighter Side Of..."

"Want some coffee?" Byers said in his own reassuring voice. He never greeted anyone, just seemed to cut straight to the point.

"Yeah, thanks," replied Frohike, moving over to the kitchenette, and pouring a mugful of Byers' strong coffee blend. He could already tell this would be another regular day in the dark warehouse.

A ping pong sound from one of the PC's alerted the three that they had received an email. They didn't receive as much email as they sent, especially Byers' long winded requests for FOIA documents. Langly wheeled his chair over to the computer, and clicked on the icon.

The message was short but stunning. It read "Wesley Dave Orlah, RGF in trouble"

Langly grabbed a napkin and a pencil and started scribbling furiously. Byers and Frohike quickly came over to the screen and read it, with shocked looks on their faces.

"RGF, those are my father's initials. Robert George Frohike." Frohike said this quietly, his hands shaking, his face turned white.

"But hasn't your father been missing for years?" Byers asked him.

"Yeah. It was back when I was eighteen. My mother had died three years ago of lung cancer. My dad just disappeared after I moved out, and I haven't heard from him since.

"Guys. Look at this." Langly spoke with faltering words, looking almost as shocked as Frohike. The pad read 'LEE HARVEY OSWALD', and next to it read 'WESLEY DAVE ORLAH'

"Another Lee Harvey Oswald anagram. Could Yves know anything about your father? Could she have sent this?" Byers asked, speaking hurriedly as he realized what was going on.

"Or your father could have sent it. There's no return address," Langly offered.

"Oh my God, Yves knows my father. I thought he was dead." Frohike was about four inches from the screen, reading the message over and over again.

"We haven't been able to contact her for weeks. Her cell phone is out, and I keep getting a Daemon saying her email address doesn't exist," Langly said.

"We just have to find her," said Frohike pacing around the room.


END OF PART 1.

Part Two