"It's called Illudium. It's what the bullets are made of." says Parker. "I don't know where or what it is exactly, but it's not found on earth. It doesn't effect those artificial soldiers either."

Cpt. Art pops opens the chamber of the gun, and pours the remaining bullets in his hand. He studies them, then puts only one back in. "And where's this Illudium been all along?"

"I don't know, I swear. Untill today, I didn't even know if it worked. If it really killed us like they said, or if was just a way for the big guys up stairs to keep us on our toes."

"And what about those woman?"

"Two days ago a group of Soldiers in army uniforms bring them to us. I ask what and why, and they tell me it's none of my fuckin business, and that they would be back for them before the base was shut down for good."

x=x=x

Kennedy and Ash watch the interrogation from the next room.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" A voice says. They turn around, and it's Emily.

"Sure." Replies Kennedy. Looking to Ash he says "Gimme a sec."

"Yeah."

Kennedy walks out into the hall and shuts the door behind him. "What's wrong?"

"It's been over 36 hours, and still nothing." Emily's eyes water up.

"Your abilities? I said about 24 hours. Some take less, some take more time."

"But what if they never come?" Tears begin to run down her cheek.

Kennedy reaches over and grabs her hand, then with his other hand, digs in his pocket.

"What are you doing?" ask Emily. Kennedy pulls out a pocketknife, and brings it up to eye level.

"Look." Kennedy jams the knife into her hand. Emily pulls it back and gasps. She looks down. Nothing. No wound, no scratch, or even red marks. "If you weren't one of us, you'd be covered in blood right now.

x=x=x

Scully and Monica stand in front of the theater. The noise of the huge breathing apparatus' keeping them from asphyxiating the only sign they have that they are still standing next to each other. Scully reaches out, and grabs a hand she hopes is Monica's. The thick smoke brings back memories of her and Mulder in their heyday of the X-files, just steps behind Cigarette Smoking Man.

The doors to the theater open up, and they are pushed forward, and inside. The doors seal behind them. The air inside the theater is clear, aside from the little smoke they've brought in with them.

Joan comes up to welcome them.

x=x=x

"The man who use to own this theater was a huge film fan. But she also loved books." says Kennedy. Emily looks around the room, each walls a book shelf, wall to wall, floor to ceiling. "When you know your going to be around a while, you have to fill your spare time with something. Some read, some watch."

"Watch?" Emily raises her eyebrow. Kennedy looks annoyed.

"I mean films. This is a theater after all."

"Why'd you bring me here?"

"Remember when I told you we all have to pick a new name. A way of shedding the burden of the past?" Kennedy walks to the book shelf in front him. "I couldn't make up my mind. I was worried I'd pick a name I'd later regret. So I decided I would walk in here, closed my eyes, and choose a random book." He reaches out to a large blue book, and pulls it our. "I picked 'Cold Wars: Space Race'. Opened to a random Page, and picked the first name I seen. Kennedy"

Emily laughs. "So I could be just as easily be taking to Khrushchev or Buzz Aldrin?"

Kennedy slips the book back into it's original spot, then runs his middle index finger down the spine. "Do it. It might take your mind off this anxiety your having."

Emily nods. "What do I have to lose?" She closes her eyes, and spins around a few times. Taking baby steps forward, and holding out her hand to feel for the books, untill she fells one. She pulls the book out and opens her eyes. "Poems of Poe: The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe." she reads aloud. She opens to a page in the middle of the book, and looks for a name.

Kennedy walks up behind her. "So who are you? Lenore? Halen? Ligeia? Eulalie? he ask.

x=x=x

"Are you hurt? Hungry? Tired?" Joan ask Scully & Monica.

Scully looks annoyed. "Enough. Someone tell us where we are already."

Bruiser walks into the lobby. "First we want to know why you were being held by them?" he ask.

"We don't even know who they are. Look, you said we could trust you, all we want is answers. And to know where my husband and friend are."

BANG! A gun shot from another room echos through the lobby.

From out of a hall to the far left corner of the lobby, Parker walks out, using Cpt. Art as a human shield, and the golden gun pressed to his temple.

"You've seen what this can do! Now back up and no one gets hurt!" Parker commands.

"He shot Ash." says Cpt. Art.

From the opposite end of the room, Emily and Kennedy come running out from the library.

"Cool it." says Bruiser. "I've taken that gun away before, I can do it again."

"Is that right?" says Parker. He squeezes the trigger to the gun. But the gun doesn't fire. Cpt. Art's eyes widen as we remembers. He smirks.

"I only put one bullet back in the gun dickhead."

Bruiser walks up to Parker and without a single word, punches his face dead center. The force so hard, his head snaps back, and his neck cracks. Parker falls to the floor unconscious.

Kennedy turns to Emily. "I'm going to go check on Ash. Make sure those woman over there are alright, they're not Soldiers." he tells her.

"Alright"

Emily makes her way over to Scully & Monica. "You guys alright?"

"We're ex-FBI. We've seen our share of standoff's before." Scully says. Monica just stares at Parker's body on the floor.

"Don't worry, he's not dead." Emily tells Monica.

"Your Super Soldiers aren't you?" Monica ask.

"Look I'm not very familiar with everything around here. What we are, or aren't isn't exactly all that clear to me yet. Um..."

"I'm Dana, this is Monica." Scully answers. "And you are?"

"My name is E-" Emily smiles as she's barely caught her mistake. This habit's going to be hard to break. "My name is Annabel Lee."