Taylor nervously walked into the room where they kept all the safety deposit boxes. He was asked what number the box was.
"Ten thirteen." Taylor answered.
The man looked through the book and led him to the box, "Here you go Mister Krychek." He said.
"Actually my name's…" Taylor stopped himself right there, "Alex. I prefer the name Alex." He continued.
"There you are Alex." The man said.
"Thank you." Taylor said. He looked at the piece of paper and tried the lock. Even though the bloody combination was right it wouldn't come undone. It was a bit of an anticlimactic experience. Then he thought about Krychek. He was a complicated man and suspicious of people. Of course this wouldn't be so straightforward. He read it from right to left, but still no luck, "Damn you Krychek." Taylor cursed. But of course that would have been too easy to figure that out as well. Then he tried the combination as if every number had been written the wrong way around… Success! "Trust you." He mouthed.
There were a set of keys and a piece of paper with an address on it. He pocketed the piece of paper and keys before leaving.
"Goodbye Alex."
"Thank you." Taylor said, offering the man a polite thank you wave.
Taylor looked at the address and then at the house. It was just an everyday looking two storey house. There seemed like there was no reason to go this far to hide a house key. With a certain amount of trepidation he tried the key and then walked in. The house had a large area with four bedrooms upstairs. Yeah, it looked just like a normal house.
There was s narrow spiral staircase that led down into the basement. It felt as if the basement had a bigger area than the whole house but it was completely empty. He wasn't sure what he was suppose to find, but the house was great and it seemed that the deed was kept in a bookcase as well.
He walked into the living room and suddenly the TV came to life, "What the hell?" He said as he looked at the large screen. It felt even more scarier to see Krychek's frame on the computer sitting like a statue with his fake arm resting lifelessly on the arm rest, "Damn."
The Krychek spoke with distinct tones.
Since you're watching this… It means that I'm dead or have been incapacitated in some way. Sure I can make this video and say how sorry I am and how I regret everything I've ever done... I regret nothing. I would never change a thing. Day after day there was always that chance it could be my last. Always be prepared they say, so here goes. This place use to be used by the Consortium before they expanded, unfortunately it was stripped bare in the process. Secretly, I kept ownership hoping that one day it would be used by someone. The Consortium had always tried to help with the alien invasion whereas only a few of us had conspired to stop it. How prepared are you for the future? Hey… December twenty first, two thousand and twelve… Remember that date. And always, I repeat always fight the future. Good luck.
The screen slowly faded to black, leaving Taylor alone in silence again he ran through his hair, "This is just so damn weird." He said, "Consortium, dates cryptic sayings?"
It seemed that Taylor had been going everywhere he's felt some sort of trepidation. He felt nothing worse than stepping in the ring with Doggett. He donned some boxing gloves and stood at the ready.
"Ok Agent Taylor. First thing's first." Doggett said, "You're going to learn how to punch with both hands."
Taylor never punched with his left hand. It turned out to be a weak jab and was taken aback when Doggett tapped him on the side of the face with the opposite pad, "Hey." Taylor said.
"You got to keep your other hand up to protect yourself." Doggett said, "You're lucky you're not a marine."
In hindsight or if he had better judgment, Taylor would have never said, "Well train me like they trained you in the marines."
Doggett shrugged his shoulders.
Taylor began using his much stronger right hand but yet again, his protecting hand dropped down. SWAK! Sealed with a kiss from a pad right across the cheek.
"Keep that hand up." Doggett said.
Doggett gave Taylor some strict training exercises to build up strength in his left hand. These included a somewhat feeble attempt at doing one handed pushups and it wasn't doing his ribcage much good landing on the canvas Hell Rocky made it look so easy.
"Agent Doggett." Taylor said as he stood up, "Does the date December twenty one O 12 mean anything to you."
"Not really." Doggett said, "Should it?"
"December the twenty first two thousand and twelve." Mulder's voice said as he climbed in the ring with Scully and Reyes in tow, "Where'd you hear that date?" It's not a date that would usually grab someone's attention.
"Alex Krychek told me." Taylor said. They all looked at him like he had just grown rings and gone mad, "It's a long story. He appeared on a television screen. He also mentioned something about Fight the Future."
Mulder and Scully looked at each other, "They say that date is when an alien invasion date is coming. It's also the date that the Mayan calendar ends."
"Oh come on Mulder." Doggett said, "You don't believe that… Alien invasions and the world ending."
Mulder gave him a look, "How could you not?"
Taylor thought for a moment, "I was given a key to a house that was once used by some group called the Consortium." Mulder and Scully looked at each other again, "It's a long story… But before he died, Alex gave me a note that led me to the key and led me to this house."
"You can't trust anything that comes out of his mouth or his hand." Doggett said.
"I was told that once… Normally I'd agree with you." Taylor said, "But I trust him on this. Whether it be a war a prophecy or an Alien invasion… We should get prepared for it."
His words were received with a quiet response.
"Hey." Another agent said, "Do you mind stepping out of the ring."
Doggett separated the ropes further and allowed Reyes to duck under, "Since this is your theory stuff Agent Taylor." Doggett said, "How do you figure we start?"
Taylor shrugged his shoulders, "Mulder knows more about it than I do."
"I wouldn't know where to begin either." Mulder answered honestly.
Great… They were five agents on a mission with no idea on where to start or what to do. But at least they had several years to figure some things out. But was there enough time.
"Omega." Taylor said.
"What?" Monica asked.
"You know the end?" Taylor said, "Consider this the Omega Countdown."
It was a grim outlook, but that was and there wasn't too much time to think about what was going on. But at least they had a date.
A/N: Yes this chapter is the final... And basically it's a set up for The Omega Countdown. Thanks again for reading and reviewing and hope you enjoyed this story as I loved writing this story.