Reyes: "What brains are you two using?" The man who had both the revolver spoke up. He seemed to be the brains of the operation. With one carrying the money and the other two the Agents. The three burglers left the bank and all the scared inhabitants behind. Both the agents were thrown into the back of a large white van and the others crawled up into the seperated area with seats. Reyes cried out in shocking pain when they dropped her in as she woken all the way up again. She looked up from the cold van-bed. Across from her was Agent Mulder. Faintly, she spoke up. "Agent Mulder?"

Mulder: "Huh?" Mulder was still half unconsious from the day's earlier events. "Yeah?"

Reyes: Heavily, she took a ragged breath "How did you find the" cringe "bank?" Her grip on her arm got tighter as the pain increased.

Mulder: "I don't know... i just...did. It's like for some reason i just knew where to go."

Reyes: "Ha..." She rolled onto her back. "That's odd..." Now that she was wide awake the pain was hitting her full-force. Another cry of pain escaped her lips.

Mulder: Mulder looked at Reyes with eyes full of pain and concern. He was about to knock open the door at his feet when the car screatched to a halt. "You're holding it wrong!!!" Yelled the 'Brains of the operation'. "Fine, I'll Just go inside and ask for directions. Hey, FBI's, you want a slurpie?