Author: cameraman_dc
Summary: A new alien hunter comes to Roswell, but he is more than he appears.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, it does not belong to me. I am in no way associated with the UPN,
Jason Katims, or Melinda Metz.
Alex's Motel Room
August 5, 2006
10:18 AM
Liz's cellphone rang.
"Hello," Liz said answering it. "Oh hi dad, they are? Oh great I'll be right there."
"What's up?" Alex asked.
"Michael and Maria are at the Crashdown," Liz said picking up her purse. "Let's go."
"No," Alex said. "I'm gonna stay, you go ahead and bring them here in a little while."
"Are you sure?" Liz asked.
"Yeah," Alex said. "I need some time alone."
"Okay," Liz said heading for the door. "I'll be back soon."
Soon after Liz left Alex picked up the phone and made a call.
"Hello," James said.
"It's Trevor," Alex said.
"Hey Trev, what's happenin?" James asked.
"Is this line secure?" Alex asked.
Alex heard a series of beeps and whistles.
"It is now," James said.
"I need background checks," Alex said. "On Liz Parker, Maria Deluca, Michael Guerin, Tess Harding, Max Evans, Isabel Evans, and Kyle Valenti."
"Are they suspects?" James asked.
"No, nothing like that," Alex said. "They're old friends and I want to know what they've been up to since I last saw them."
"Damn, Trevor, I didn't think you ever had any friends," James said.
"How long?" Alex asked.
"That depends," James said. "How far back do you need?"
"I just need the past five years," Alex said.
"Give me a few hours," James said.
"Thanks," Alex said.
"Thanks?" James said. "That's a first."
Alex hung up the phone and laid in bed staring at the ceiling.
Somewhere outside Austin, Texas
August 5, 2006
10:27 AM
She waited in the car while he spoke on the phone.
"What's going to happen?" Lonnie asked herself as she looked at a picture she was holding.
"Yo, got the call," Rath said coming out of the gas station.
"It's about damn time," Lonnie asked. "So where's he at?"
"Get this," Rath said. "Roswell."
"You're joking?" Lonnie said rolling her eyes.
"Nope," Rath said.
"I guess he had a soft spot for the old times," Lonnie chuckled.
"Whatcha' got there?" Rath asked looking at the object in Lonnie's hands.
"Nothin," Lonnie sighed placing the picture in her pocket.
"Well, now that we know where he is," Rath said. "Let's go find him and kick some ass."
Rath slammed his foot down on the accelerator, a cloud dirt and pebbles
flew into the air as the car sped out of the gas station.