Title: Power
Author: Raven
Rated: PG-13
Couples: M&M and other CC
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Maria, Tess, and Adam grew up on the military base under control of the special unit and are sent after the pod squad.
Feedback: I'll be your best friend

Just outside Roswell

Maria had her forehead pressed against the window of the SUV, watching the green blur of the mile markers bled into the outlines of distance rock formations, and sand. She shifted her gaze to the setting sun in the background of the desert painting its fading colors into the horizon. It seemed to be going from light blue to yellow, then to orange, finally disappearing into a burst of pink. Suddenly she tore her eyes from the window and looked at Tess. "How much longer?" she whispered.
Tess turned to look at Maria, "About another fifteen minutes! You okay?"

"Yes! No! I don't know Tessie!"

"Don't know what?"

"If I can go through with it!"

"Why?"

"Because it would destroy their lives!"

"Okay you lost me, go back to the beginning but in English this time!"

"Well if we turn them over to Pierce then we are dooming them to our lives! And I don't know if I can do that!"

"We have to!"

"I know!" Maria said sadly as the car came to a stop in front of a small hotel called 'The Tumble Weed Inn.'

"We're here!" a cold voice boomed from the front causing both girls to scramble out of the car. "This is the key to your suite, everything you need for your assignment is stocked in the room. As usual your backup is staying here as well, they can show you to the room. I have to go take care of my own assignment." Pierce stated, getting back in the car and driving off, leaving them to follow two men dressed in camouflage.

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Roswell New Mexico: Crashdown

Michael sank down into one of the booths, the lunch rush had just ended and there was still four hours til the dinner crowd would be wondering in. "Hey Mikey G!"

Looking up he groaned, "Don't you have to go fill the sugar jars or something?"

"Already done!"

"Fine Catsup's then!"

"What's wrong Mikey?" she asked rubbing his shoulders, "you're so tense! I could help you with that you know?"

"God Courtney! Can you be anymore of a whore?" Isabel asked as she walked up to the booth.
Courtney glared at her, "I'm sorry this is a private conversation!"

"You can leave now Courtney," Michael growled.

"Yeah, Courtney! You know Michael wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole! He doesn't like cheap!" Isabel said coolly as Courtney's face grew bright red from anger and stormed off, mumbling something about evil ice princesses. "When's you're break?"

"I can probably get away right now before the dinner rush, just gotta check with Liz! Why?"

"Because, you know that thing we talking about?" At his nod, she continued, "Well I think now is a good time to do it. You know while everyone's at work or otherwise distracted!" she smiled.

"Yeah! I'll go ask Liz now!" A few moments later he emerged from the back and walked up to Isabel, "I've got an hour, lets go!"

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Roswell Police Station:

Jim peeked his head out the door after hearing a faint knock, and saw a short man in a deputy's uniform, with slicked back black hair, holding a hat. "Can I help you?"

"Are you Sheriff Valenti?"

"Yes! Can I help you son?"

"My name is Deputy Fisher, you requested me!"

" I requested an extra man about six months ago; they said they didn't have any money in the budget!"

"Well I guess they found some."

"Why now?"

"I don't know sir, I was told there was a job for me here, so I came."

"Well son, there's not much need for a new deputy now!"

"Are you sure? Because I would be just as happy filing paper work and making coffee! Please sir, I just want to be given a chance!"

"I guess I can give you something to do until we get this straightened out! Welcome to the Roswell Police Department, Deputy!"

"Thank you sir! Is there anything I can do in the meantime to help you?"

" Yeah. Coffee's been getting that metallic taste lately. Maybe you could wash out the pot."

"Yes sir!" Fisher said heading toward the lounge.

"Hanson!"


"Yes Sheriff?"


"Get Santa Fe on the phone. He'd better be who he says he is."

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Roswell New Mexico: Frazier Woods

Topolsky looked around nervously checking her watch, then rereading the note to make sure she had the time and place right. Soft footsteps, crunching up the fall leaves on the ground, caused her to jump. Turning around swiftly she squinted at the figures walking toward her; "Oh it's you! What are you doing here?"

"Expecting someone else?"

"You wrote the note?"

"We didn't think you would show up if we signed our names!" a cool voice replied.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"Because we need to have a little chat!"

"About what?" she asked nervously.

"The ship, about the what you told the others, about everything!"

"And if I were to say no?"

"I don't think you want to do that!" a second voice said, and she could hear a metallic clicking sound from beside her and felt the cold metal of the gun's barrel against her head. "Now tell us what we need to know!"

Swallowing hard she said in a shaking voice, "I found the ship!"

"Do the others know yet?"

"I was going to tell them tonight!"

"Okay then, you can tell us where it is!"

"Well apparently they never moved it form Roswell, it's here in the underground base of Project Cleanslate! I found out that, they never shut the project down completely, they just moved some of their research to Washington, and the rest was moved underground."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Why did you make contact? Is this a set up for the Bureau?"

"No, I no longer work for the Special Unit! I quit! Everything I've told you is the truth I can't give you anymore information!"

"Are you sure, you have no more info?"

"Positive!"

"Well then, sorry to say, we have no more use for you!" Topolsky could feel a warm hand on her chest and screamed as horrible pain spread through her body, until everything was numb. They watched as her body went limp and her eyes rolled into around her eye sockets for a moment before finally resting in an eerie blank stare. "She's gone!"
The second figure looked down at the body, and cocked the gun and fired one bullet into Topolsky's head, then fired a second bullet through the chest. "What are we doing with the body?"

"Leave it for the police to deal with!"

"Really is a shame, she seemed like she generally wanted to help!"

"Yeah, I know! But, we couldn't risk it!"

"Well, we'd better getting back they'll be wondering what kept us!"