15.
4.25am
Sycamore Drive, Downtown Washington DC
The sounds of smashing timbers awoke the peaceful house. Dominic Marshall's eyes burst open as the timbers cracked. The sound was unearthly at this hour, he glanced at the clock, he didn't want to know who the intruders were but he suspected that he already did. Pulling on his robe he opened his bedroom door that led onto the balcony landing for his staircase. 'Thank God Anne and the children aren't here' he thought as he watched the eight black-clad people walk through his door treading upon the shattered timbers. He knew what this calling meant. At thirty-five he was too young to die but something had made them come and this meant his life was in danger. In fact his life was already over!
He didn't bother running. He couldn't, as his feet were frozen to the floor with fear. The thumping of feet rose up the stairway as they stepped in perfect unison, in pairs, toward him. They scared him to the depth of his soul. Their eyes were so cold it was like feeling –137 degrees. He shuddered. The fear caused a streak of grey to form in his dark hair, something only they saw, and something he would never know about himself.
Kneeling to the floor he cried
"I surrender, don't hurt me." He was weak. 'Why had they made him the boss?' they grabbed at him, carrying him from the landing upon all of their shoulders. He didn't struggle. They were too strong. He was thrown head first into the black van concussing himself upon the inner wall. A trickle of blood trailed down his face as his head lolled to left shoulder.
4.51am
#1 drummed his fingers upon the desk at the Headquarters for his family. The humans had betrayed his kind. He had offered them the ability to survive the invasion for it to be postponed, on one condition, that the one partnership that would eradicate his kind would be destroyed. They had broken that promise so now it was his turn. If only his family were not dying he could carry through with his threat. Damn. He had to find out the reason before killing the one in charge.
He heard the stomping of boots and the dragging of human flesh against the cold metal floor. They had him, in record time making a smile creep across #1 lips.
With a thud and the sliding of a body #1 looked down to see the Syndicate boss at his feet. Blood was trailing down his head and from his nose. #4590 and #1265 lifted the man's body to his knees forcing him to look at #1 by snapping his head back so far his neck nearly broke. #1 glared at #4590 for doing this.
"So, we meet again, Mr Marshall." #1 spoke calmly. Marshall looked up at #1 his eyes glazed with the trauma to his head. He couldn't speak, words formed only in his mind.
'What am I doing here?' Marshall thought 'What the hell did I do?'
"Do you really need for me to tell you?" #1 said reading Marshall's mind as if it were a script written in front of him.
'Yeah'
"Well I'll show you. Run tonight's tape". #1 snapped at one of the family.
Marshall was shown snippets of the Mulder and Scully reunion from their meeting in the classroom to Scully's portrayal of a dominatrix including their becoming one.
'Damn, she's hot.' Marshall thought, momentarily distracted by the pornography on show. Suddenly the penny dropped as to whom he was watching. Mulder and Scully.
'SHIT' he thought realising the trouble he was now in.
"Would you care to explain?"
"I-uh-I-uh… I don't know what to say." He began to speak the words beginning to clear in his head. "As far as I knew the chip was in perfect working order. She should be in agony right now. I can't examine it from here. Someone must have thrown the chip's internal memory. It must have been reprogrammed again. I made sure, when I programmed it last, that she would be in such agony that she should never want to see him again. She isn't supposed to even want sex let alone touch him or be in the same room. I'll find out for you, I swear."
"Its too late for that! This should never have happened. William was one mistake, Samantha another who is yet to be considered but this union… This one will result in the death of us all! How careless can you people be! You are more stupid than I thought" With the back of his right hand #1 smashed Marshall's cheekbone. Blood oozed on the floor. Marshall passed out with the pain to his face his head slumped forward onto his chest. Three perfect teeth clinked upon the steel flooring landing in the blood pool.
"Put him into the cells. I'll question him more later today." Grabbing the microphone #1 spoke clearly to the sleeping family. He liked the fact this new system woke only those required. "Taskforce 9135 report to control room for briefing." This was the day he had dreaded ever happening. He was going to come face-to-face with the one who could both help to rebuild and destroy his family.
