R7-Nicole-p1
Decisions were being made around them. Scully looked at Skinner. He had been dragged into camp about thirty minutes after she had settled down on a rough-hewn blanket by the fire. He had grimaced at her and she shrugged. They had meant to meet up with the resistance…they just hadn't planned on being captured by them. Skinner had stared at Krycek for several stunned moments before a mask slid down shut over his craggy features. Their things had been taken and the travel disc was the object that had the group so fired up.
"We need to get them to listen to us," Scully whispered. So far the people in the group hadn't listened to a word Scully or Skinner had said about their mission. There had been a distinct distrust of them from the moment Skinner had been dragged into the camp. He was too big, too authoritative and far older than most of the resistance fighters had ever seen a human before. One young girl had poked his muscled belly and proclaimed him too healthy…too fit to be anything but a traitor. A surly male had accused him of being a hunter, whatever that was.
Skinner wasn't worried about time that was the one thing they had plenty of. He had lapsed into his own thoughts as he stared into the dancing flames. What would happen if he went back in time…back before Fox had met Alex? What if he could just go back far enough to allow himself the chance to tell Fox how he felt? He shook his head and threw a stick into the flames. Mulder had made his choice. Skinner's own nature forbade him from toying with another person's life, especially one that he respected more than he longed for. The reasons that he was drawn to Mulder were myriad and confusing. His physical appearance was the least of all the many things that attracted Skinner. That all that Mulder was, was now Krycek's made him nearly physically ill, made him wish that he had been able to face his feelings sooner…to admit to them. Now it was too late. Krycek was staring at him, those damn green eyes making Skinner wish for one shameful minute that he could be as ruthless as his enemies. If he killed Krycek now, Mulder would never meet him…never love him. He shook his head, angry with himself. "Damn it all, Mulder!" He cursed loudly, startling Scully and making Krycek jerk as if shot.
"Sir?" Scully whispered. She was looking at Krycek as he paled and stared wide-eyed at Skinner.
"What name did you use?" Krycek breathed.
Skinner looked up and a flush made its way over his cheeks. He had spoken aloud and it embarrassed him for his lack of control. "Mulder," he growled. "Believe me you don't know him."
"It is as we said earlier…we are here from the past…we were sent to find some weapon…something that would help stop the invasion," Scully said in a frustrated voice. "Mulder is my partner…"
"Fox…Fox Mulder?" Krycek whispered, his eyes wide. The rest of his companions were staring at Skinner and Scully with something akin to fear.
She cleared her throat and looked to Skinner who looked as stunned as she felt. "Yes, my partner…"
Krycek moved toward them. "I know that name…he was a hero." There was a flush on his face and Scully noted with clinical interest that his breathing had shallowed considerably.
Skinner stood, "He is a good man. I don't know about a hero, but if we don't get what we came for all that he fights for will be for nothing." He held out his hand to Krycek. "Krycek, I don't care for you and I would never trust you as far as I could throw you, but Mulder trusts you…"
"Sir! Uh, can I speak to you in private?" Scully hissed, her hands flying up in dismay.
Krycek frowned. "Mulder has been dead for so long…I can't have ever met him" Those green eyes were shocked and yet hopeful too.
Skinner wanted to get this over and done with. Looking at Krycek was like looking at his own lonely future. "Suffice it to say that Mulder and…"
"And his contact from the future," Scully broke in.
"And his contact," Skinner amended. "are in desperate need of this weapon. Only we don't know what the hell it is. Something about forcing the aliens to take their normal shape…revealing them to the light of truth."
A gasp came from the gathering as one sound.
"I know what you're talking about. It is useless…the aliens don't often try to hide their appearance," a small girl spat. "They just come in and kill and rape and…"
"Beta, be quiet," Krycek said smoothly. "In the before time…the weapon might have been useful." He looked into the dark brown eyes of the large man before him. "We can get you several…but you have to explain this to me," he demanded, holding out the travel disc.
They spoke for hours. Planning. When the rest of the group had fallen asleep Krycek approached Skinner and sat near him. "I know the name Mulder so well. What is he like…in real life?"
Skinner sighed, it was obvious that this young Krycek was infatuated with the stories about Mulder. "He is driven…and he drives the people around him crazy with his wild ideas, his belief in a massive conspiracy." He paused. "But, it appears his ideas and beliefs aren't crazy at all. He knew the truth, and no one believed him, not even me."
Krycek nodded. "Yes, he was right. I…I have seen him…pictures…videos…all old and nearly ruined…but," he cleared his throat, "but I have kept his image close to me. I love him. I know it is crazy, but I love him."
Skinner nearly groaned at the breathy admission. He started as Krycek withdrew a picture from his pocket. He smoothed it carefully, his fingers kept from the photograph by a protective covering. "I think he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he murmured.
Skinner took the photo and it was the same one that they had found in the locker in Sacramento. "That's Mulder all right," he said gruffly.
"Don't you think he is beautiful?" Krycek asked, not finding his question odd. In his world love and passion and beauty were rare and treasured whenever it could be found. He would have been shocked to learn that asking a man what he thought of the looks of another man would have raised more than one brow in Skinner's time.
Skinner thought to himself for a moment, but what the hell? This wasn't the Krycek that would be in the future…and if he and Scully were successful this Krycek would simply never be. "Yes. Yes I think he is beautiful. I have always thought so."
Krycek narrowed his eyes. "You two aren't lovers are you?" His jealousy was fierce. Here was a man who had actually been able to touch Mulder, not just fantasize about it.
"What? No! He and I have a professional relationship…but yes, I would have wanted to be his lover," Skinner admitted, strangely relieved. "I would love for that to happen, but he has to follow his own heart."
Krycek nodded, assuaged. "Is he…is he fun?"
Skinner laughed. "Scully would think so. Me, I just think he is a royal pain in my ass."
Krycek heard the tender humor in that gruff voice and he nodded. "I would love to hear about him…everything about him...what he likes, doesn't like…everything." Suddenly his eyes widened even further. "Scully? Dana Scully, his partner? Jesus...I remember her name too. She's going to be killed…I don't know when…but she is killed right before Mulder is betrayed, tortured and murdered by the human traitors."
Skinner was taken aback, but he gathered his wits and growled, "Not if I have anything to say about it. We need to get some sleep and get those weapons."
Krycek lay next to Skinner and looked into his eyes. "I am glad I met you, Skinner. You could have made a good fighter…once you learned how to be quieter in the dark that is."
Skinner smiled slightly and then turned on his side, facing away from Krycek.
Krycek lay awake for some time. Thinking about Fox Mulder, how beautiful he was and how brave. He would give anything to be by his side. Anything in the world.
***
Abandoned Warehouse
Oakland, California"I tell you, this thing is strange," Byers mused, looking at the device, the weapon he held. "It has some very odd molecular arrangements."
"Yeah? Well can we duplicate it, do you think?" Frohike asked.
"I am sure we can. My contact will be here shortly. He is a professor at Berkley, a Chemist and a fan of ours. Let's just say that he isn't fooled by the government anymore than we are."
"Yeah, but does he pass muster for security," Langly worried. "If he is working for *them* we are all screwed."
Byers bit his lip, "I am fairly certain that he is on our side, but be prepared in any case."
Frohike nodded and patted his chest where a suspicious bulge resided. "I'm packing so don't worry about anything."
Langly and Byers exchanged looks that were anything but relieved. When the contact arrived with four other men the Gunmen were near breathless with anticipation. This could be very bad. Very bad indeed. That all the men looked studious and were constantly checking over their shoulders nervously could have been a clever ruse. It was only after several hours of excited chatter that Frohike joined in on the conversation. One of the young men, a student of microbiology it turned out, suddenly stood and waved his arms about excitedly. "We need to get this design out on the web…get it out to every think-tank in the world…we need to protect it…in case Big Brother busts up this little party," he said loudly.
Frohike beamed. This was a kid he could like. After several minutes of deciding what information to put out and what not to, they decided to put it all out. Everything that they had learned over the years, combined with an exact computer replication of the weapon. The molecular structure of the metal and its use. They scanned in Alex's diary for atmosphere and prayed the assassin wouldn't mind his personal thoughts being read worldwide, but felt the personal notes would lend some interest to the situation. There were names of collaborators in the diary, names that were both familiar and foreign. Byers had insisted on omitting Alex's more lurid entries describing what he longed to do with Mulder, causing a small furor, but when he explained that Mulder wouldn't want his anatomy and his imagined sexual prowess out for the world to see the Gunmen agreed. They included information on the retrovirus that would make mankind a vessel for incubation. The information about the virus made the chemist nearly faint as he looked at the make-up of the strange virus. A diagram of an alien ship was hidden in the diary and that too was scanned in. It included complex mathematical equations for design and propulsion. The Gunmen nor their companions could know that that bit of evidence alone would wake the world's scientific community up and knock them on their respective asses. They couldn't know that in mere minutes after pushing send, they had started a revolution, one that would rock the world. The truth was out there and everyone could see it. It would be dismissed by many, until the scientist, respected and idolized, would begin to come forward.
Hours after they had sent their message and had fled Oakland the Media began reporting about a mass conference of the world's leading scientists. It was assumed that some disease had been cured. Speculation was rampant. But it wasn't a disease that the gathering of elite minds came to discuss, it was a plague, one that they still didn't quite believe in, yet. In other news the stations were filled with the stories and pictures of the unknown spacecraft that had blasted up from Africa and disappeared. The government of Africa denied all reports of their testing of a new aircraft and the UN had begun an investigation. Were Africa working on some new weapon, then the world would have every right to know. The U.S. government was silent on the subject and the Press Secretary to the President of the United States laughed off the suggestion as being something out of a bad science fiction movie.
***
Deep Space
"Can't this thing go faster?" Alex hissed. "I want to get back to Earth…now!"
Ilias patted the young human's arm. "We will be there soon, Alex. How are you feeling?"
Alex shrugged. He had another new memory flash, one that surprised him. Walter S. Skinner loved Fox? Wanted to be his lover? It was unsettling to say the least. Skinner was handsome, honorable and had a body that would have women and men alike up on their knees panting. What would Fox do if he knew? The oddest things about these memory flashes were that they didn't change anything in his present self…they were more like dreams than anything else. He knew them to have happened but they sat alongside his actual experiences like some vague specter. He could recall those nights with the resistance as they waited to meet up with a larger force. They had never met up with the legendary Agent Scully or the big AD. And yet they had. Time travel was tricky he knew. Jumping from the future to the past allowed one to change the present, but he was from the future and the jumpers from the past. He didn't know what effect they would have on him. He frowned. The two memories were comfortable together in his mind as they were such short memories, but if he carried on much longer in the future with the knowledge that Skinner and Scully had imparted…carried on knowing that it was possible to travel back and forth…would his life change in such a way that he never jumped at all? And would he slowly be consumed by the two sets of memories? He could imagine going quite mad if that were the case. His only hope was that he and Fox could stop the future from happening. Then he would never be born…would he be safe in the past if that were the case? He thought he would be fine, but in any case the colonization had to be stopped, whatever fate befell him.
"Alex?" Ilias asked one more.
"I'm fine, just thinking about the past…my past…and the future."
***
The morph could feel his little human's lust and need. Wanted to fill him with his seed, pound into that tight, pink pucker and make the pretty scream. His eyes widened as the presence of the other human was revealed to him. He screamed in rage. Mulder had masked the other's presence from him. He pounded on the door and bellowed, but to no avail, he was well and truly trapped. He heard the sounds of bells and realized his ancestors, the sleepers, had awoken. He wanted to tear down the door to their prison and rip their bodies to shreds, but they, like him, were behind impenetrable doors. They restrained his toy when he would have come crawling for sex. He screamed his fury and slumped at the door to plot.
***
"How did you get out?" Alex asked, pushing the brightly lit buttons that Ilias indicated.
"I didn't."
Alex paused. "Come again?"
"I am still with my brothers. I am here," he said, tapping Alex's forehead. "When we land you can release us all, using the ship's computers, but you will also be releasing the hunter. Hopefully by then my brothers and I will be strong enough to destroy him."
Alex nodded, his green eyes wide. "Yeah, oh okay. You're in my head. Fine."
Ilias smiled a gentle smile and went back to instructing Alex on a small portion of controlling the ship.
***
Mulder dreamed, hot dreams of sex, pushing back at the morph as he was filled and filled and filled. Green eyes flashed before him and he whimpered wanting to touch the pretty face before him, but unable to leave the pleasure, the pain that was making him scream. As his body rested it tried to process the drug that had invaded him…only time could cure him and if he could keep from another dose of the morph's sperm he would be like any addict. He would go through withdrawal and eventually he would be free. But like any addict he would always secretly long for that which had addicted him. He moved in his sleep and sent out his thoughts to the morph. "Come to me! I need you!"
***
Resistance camp
Scully made her way back to the camp after having visited the relative privacy of the forest. She went to Skinner's side. "Sir? We need to get going. We need the weapon." Her voice was calm, belying her eagerness to get back to the world that was sane.
"Krycek explained that another group was moving in to meet with this group. They will either have the weapon or know where to get one," he assured. His eyes traveled over the rag-tag group and he felt such sorrow for them. They were all so young and so wounded. It was not so much the physical scars that concerned Skinner, but the mental. Each young soldier had had a life that was unbearable…and yet they talked amongst themselves and teased one another with near-playful ease. Krycek sat alone, staring at the picture he kept, his expression one oh hope and desire and love.
"He's in love with Mulder, you know," Skinner sighed.
She looked over at Krycek. "He is? What is he looking at, not…"
"Yes," Skinner nodded. "The picture he left in the locker. Jesus, I hope the Gunmen are doing their part. This is almost too much. Krycek loves Mulder…now…not just in the past…or his future…dammit it is confusing."
Scully pursed her lips. "Well, he sure didn't show it when he first came to our time."
Walter sighed. "We don’t know what happened, Scully. We can't worry about that now."
There was a sharp whistle from the trees and suddenly another, larger group appeared in the small clearing. Krycek put away his picture and jumped up to greet his brothers-in-arms. After a few moments of rapid conversation, the leader of the new group came over to Skinner and Scully. He was only in his mid-twenties but authority surrounded him like an invisible shield. Piercing blue eyes studied both Skinner and Scully, and Skinner found himself studying the man's handsome features. He realized that all the resistance members were very attractive, some like Krycek and this man could only be described as beautiful. Skinner wondered at that before the man smiled.
"We live because of our attractiveness. You see before you all former pleasure slaves." The man's voice was husky, like smooth cognac sliding down his throat.
"How did you…?" Skinner began.
"I read you," the man answered with a small smile. "I didn't survive this long because of my looks. I have the ability to read the thoughts of those near me. It has been invaluable in our fight." He gave a dark chuckle. "And it is not the result of the alien bastard's seed that had me in thrall, it is a natural, *human* gift."
Skinner gaped at him and Scully cleared her throat. "That is very interesting but we need to get…"
"Yes, I know. You need the weapon that forces the aliens to morph into their true selves. You really are from the past aren't you?" His eyes sparkled with eager excitement.
"Yes, and we…" Scully began only to be interrupted once more, this time by Krycek.
"They *know* Mulder! This is his partner!" Krycek ventured excitedly.
The man reached out and touched Scully's smooth face before Skinner batted his hand away from his agent. "I have never seen a woman without scarring before," he said. He turned to Skinner. "And you? Well I have never seen a human like you before." There was a wealth of admiration in his voice that went straight to Skinner's groin. "I have never seen a human's body as big."
Skinner flushed as the man reached to touch Skinner's broad chest. "You just stop pawing at us and give us the weapon," he barked in his most commanding tone. The group responded immediately to his voice of authority. Even the young, gorgeous leader stepped back, with eyes wide. "I don’t have time to play catch-up. And much as I admire you…all of you for what you are doing, I plan on stopping the need for people like you altogether. Those bastards aren't going to win this time. So stop all this side talk and either give me the damn weapon or get the hell out of my way!"
Scully was tensed, whenever Skinner ranted she wanted to dive into a hole and hide. He looked like he was about to blow and the leader looked like he was in heaven. She shook her head. Of course the handsome, young leader would be in lust with her *male* superior! Of course. After all everyone around her was turning to the delights of male-on-male sex lately, why not this luscious, macho, rebel leader too?
"I will give you the weapon…I will give you three of them, but I am coming with you to make sure you use the correctly," the leader stated, his own voice firm and authoritative.
"I'm coming too!" Krycek blurted. "I am coming too."
The leader stared hard at Skinner for a minute before turning to Krycek. "You will, but not now. You have to fight here."
"No! I want to meet…I mean I want to help stop this."
The leader, whose birth name was Eryk, took Skinner off to the side. "Krycek is already in your past isn't he?"
Skinner nodded. "Yes, he has been there for years…I don't know how long."
"Is he much older than this Krycek?" Eryk asked.
"Yes, quite a bit older. My Krycek…he's not mine, but you understand…"
"Yes, go on," Eryk urged.
"He is around thirty years old. This one looks to be barely twenty.
"And you say he has been there for years. Would you say at least ten years?"
"No, I would think more along the lines of six…maybe seven…probably less. Why?"
"I wondered that is all," Eryk lied. Two Krycek's were existing right now. He knew of scientists who were trying to perfect time travel for the very purpose this gloriously handsome man and the lovely woman had used it, to stop the colonization before it even started. What intrigued Eryk was the possibility of two of the same individual existing in the same time. They were of the same genetic make-up, but then so were twins. It was the experience of life that made a man unique, and this older Krycek was already different from his younger self. Maybe it could be done.
"I am too fucking going!" Krycek assured Scully who looked at him strangely.
When Eryk asked for his two duffel bags to be brought to him he searched through them, throwing some things away and keeping others. He showed Skinner and Scully another disc, this one clear with only one small ruby in the center. "This is the weapon. We use it only to make sure new recruits are what they appear. He pointed it at Scully and a beam of red light bathed her in a pleasant, near-sexual vibration. She was smiling to herself as the light faded. Giggles greeted her reaction to the beam's effect. "See? She's human. Humans enjoy the ray, but aliens revert back to their true form to escape it. They cannot morph for several hours after a ray has been inflicted upon them. We have found many an infiltrator this way." Eryk turned the ray on Skinner and his own body responded to the big man's grunt of pleasure. He was definitely going with this man…anywhere he wanted to take him.
Scully wanted them to be sure she wasn't an alien…maybe another check would do well. She started as Eryk burst out laughing at her thoughts and she blushed, realizing that he had read her thoughts.
Eryk sobered and turned to his group to instruct them before he left. Krycek listened intently as if he planned on staying, carefully masking his own thoughts of disobedience. When Skinner was given the travel disc back, he and Eryk discussed the value of moving to a place where, in the past, they would be more likely to find transportation. While they talked, Krycek slyly gathered his most treasured possessions and prepared to jump with them.
"Travel in the past is much safer, I think we should just jump from here and make our way around in our world," Scully said finally, breaking into the men's discussion. They looked at her and then agreed. Skinner readied himself as Eryk embraced his companions. When Eryk turned to him and indicated his readiness, Skinner told him to move his people back and to get as close to he and Scully as possible. The little gleam in Eryk's eyes showed his willingness to be close and Skinner mumbled his embarrassment, sounding like an unruly bear. Just as he was pushing the button that would send them back, Krycek leaped at them and grabbed onto Scully's arm. Her look of surprise, her gasping mouth was the last thing the resistance fighters saw as the four people disappeared.
Expecting to see Krycek, either dead from entering the same reality that his older self occupied, or writhing, quite mad on the forest floor, Eryk was surprised to see the young man smirking at him, his jade eyes alight with triumph.
Skinner and Scully looked to one another as their thoughts united. What would become of *their* Alex?
***
Deep Space
Alex rested on the floor next to Mulder. Ilias had gone to rest himself. Alex was stroking Fox's sweaty cheek when it happened. He felt as is he were tearing in two and he screamed in pain. Fox's hand came up to Alex's face and in his sleep he whimpered in response to Alex's pain. As suddenly as the pain came it was gone and Alex stared at the ceiling confused. He had jumped! He could remember the determination he had felt. The absolute determination to be with Fox and then nothing. He could remember nothing else. He wondered if he was going to die, but assumed that if he were he would have already done so. He didn't feel any different now. He had all his memories intact, but he couldn't remember what happened after he leapt. He kissed Mulder's cheek and prayed that the journey was nearly complete. He drew Fox's hot body to him and he slept.
***
Krycek smiled. He didn't care what the others thought. He had done the only thing he could do. If they were successful in altering the future he would have ceased to exist, never once getting to see Fox, never having been born. He was too much of a survivor to have let that happen. He didn't know why they were staring at him with such horror, it wasn't as if he had done anything to endanger the mission. Hell, he was a fighter. A damn good one. They could only profit from his presence. So thinking, he started to walk off toward the flocking of vultures circling in the sky a distance away. The birds were carrion eaters. They would be circling over a dead creature somewhere, and the chances were that the creature had been killed by some passing conveyance, which indicated that a road was nearby. He couldn't know it, but that was exactly what he had done the first time he had jumped.
Eryk shrugged at Skinner and followed the young man. He too had seen the birds and knew why Krycek was heading toward them.
"This just gets weirder and weirder," Skinner grumbled.
"If that little brat has killed *our* Krycek and left Mulder alone, I'll tear him apart," Scully growled, before following the two resistance fighters.
Skinner shook his head, "What I wouldn't give to be doing paperwork right now," he sighed. Eryk looked over his shoulder and his desire was plain. Skinner grumbled to himself and adjusted his glasses. "Tons of paperwork. Any paperwork," he continued. Those blue eyes and that handsome face were doing things to him. His body was responding and he forced his thoughts away from the illicit images. There was work to be done. Now was not the time to indulge in fantasy. Besides which, he loved Mulder. Who, he noted, loved another.
***
Deep space
"Alex, wake up," Ilias urged.
Alex opened his eyes to see the small alien hovering above him. He turned to check on Mulder, glad to see that his body was no longer trembling.
"He is doing better," he said gratefully.
"Yes," Ilias answered. "With each hour that passes without the hunter's sperm in him, he will get better. When his body completes his own change his metabolism will speed up and hasten the cleansing process. It is lucky that the hunter is still not infecting him. Once changed his body would be even more susceptible…not hopeless you understand just the…"
"I get it," Alex said crankily. He didn't like to speak of Fox's addiction to the morph, or think about how the bastard alien had infected him. He had seen the effects for himself. He had inspected Fox thoroughly and found the swollen, brutalized flesh of Fox's anus to be evidence enough. He felt guilty for having fucked Fox in that state, even if he hadn't known how far gone Fox had gotten. Humans didn't get addicted that fast. It had to be the quickening metabolism that Ilias spoke of. "What's going on?" he asked.
"We are approaching Earth's moon...we are visible to the satellites of your people. You must prepare for attack if they launch one. Normally we would simply cloak and descend, but I realize that you want people to see us come in."
"Fucking A, we want everyone to see us coming in. We want the whole damned world to see us come in. We won't have any cover-up on this one. We aren't landing in some desolate area, where the populace can be repressed. We are going to land smack dab in the middle of Times Square…no, right in front of the United Nations."
"I think a bigger landing area would be advisable," Ilias urged. "This is a very large ship."
"Fine, Central Park will do," Alex growled and followed Ilias to the control room.
***
"Frohike?" Skinner barked over the phone. He and his group had made it to the small town by way of a truck carting pigs back from a fair and he was in no mood for pleasantries.
"Yes, Skinner, go ahead, we have a secure line from my end," Frohike assured, swatting at his fellow Gunmen who crowded close to hear the conversation.
"We got what we went for…along with some hitchhikers. Did you complete your objective?"
"Uh, that's a big ten-four, AD."
Skinner heard the other Gunmen giving advice before Frohike continued.
"We sent our…"
"Aunt, say aunt," Skinner heard Langly insist.
"We sent our *aunt* the news via e-mail…and got the…"
"Say pencil sharpened…be cool and say pencil sharpened to let him know we have the stabbing weapon thing being mass produced."
"Uh, we have the pencil sharpened…" Frohike began.
"Cut the crap, I can hear everything your friends are saying," Skinner barked. Those three would never make good spies.
"Oh," Frohike grumbled and there was a pause as he scolded Langly and Byers. "What now?" He finally said.
"I'll contact you again. We are going to get this party started and we won't forget to invite all our friends," Skinner said darkly. He heard Langly assure Byers that Skinner was speaking in code, and he hung up. "We need to get these weapons to the right people. I think the Gunmen had a great idea. We need to get the plans for it on the Internet…at least I think that is what they meant."
"I can do that," Eryk assured. "I mean I don't know what the Internet is, but I know how to make them. I could draw up the plans myself."
Scully smiled suddenly. For the first time she thought that everything was going to work out fine.
Skinner grinned. "Well, aren't you just one surprise after the other," he beamed.
"More than you know, "Eryk grinned.
Krycek, ever suspicious, didn't like that last bit and he, thinking that perhaps Eryk meant that he was going to surprise them with being an alien, grabbed one of the weapons and turned the red beam on him. When Eryk shook in pleasure and stayed human, Krycek nodded. "Just checking, sir, you understand." With that he fell back into silence. Eryk sighed, but understood completely. "Let's find a way to this Internet while I work on the plans."
Scully spotted a travel office and marched toward it, her face alight with pleasure as she saw the Hertz Rent-a-Car sign in the window. Oh yes things were working out fine.
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