Wednesday 9:35 p.m.
1473 E. 35 Rd. Apt. 13
Georgetown, Virginia
An hour later, Bria was sitting on her ivory couch, looking at a half empty wine glass.
"Start talking Alex because kicking my boyfriend out wasn't the brightest move to make."
Krycek sat beside her, on the floor, his left arm resting on the sofa's edge.
He bowed his head momentarily, "It's as simple as this Bria, I know too much. The men I work for, used to work for, they know this as well. I've seen operatives planted for just this purpose, an assassin. My belief is that he was planted for the sole purpose to infiltrate this apartment and make my murder look like an accident."
The woman looked over to him, "You're paranoid."
He returned her gaze, "Not by choice let me assure you."
Silence hung in the air, a thick blanket of tension.
"What sections of my past are you familiar with?" Krycek's question startled Bria, he could see it.
She leaned back into the security of the couch's corner, looking at him. "You were once an F.B.I. agent, Fox Mulder's partner. Wanted by the Bureau on questioning about Mulder's current partner, Dana Scully's, mysterious disappearance. William Mulder, Fox's father." she stopped for a moment, not sure how to continue without sounding offensive. "A top-notch assassin for men involved in some sort of 'Project,' you have also stolen top secret defense department files. The latest information I've managed to obtain is somewhat unbelievable."
"Let me guess." Alex interrupted, "You don't take Mulder's beliefs of alien existence seriously, do you?"
Bria sighed, "How can I? How can you?"
Krycek folded his hands, as best he could, behind his head and leaned back, reclining.
"I can because of what happened to me in a Hong Kong airport, by what I've been told, by those documents I stole. By what occurred in Tunguska, Russia and in a missile silo in North Dakota. I've seen so much that it's impossible to deny."
"I don't understand..." Bria replied, looking at him in concern.
"You mean Mulder didn't tell you about that?" Alex smirked.
"How did..."
"I have my own sources."
She looked to the floor, "No, he never mentioned Hong Kong or Tunguska."
Nodding, Alex sat up straight, looking at his gloved left hand, "Maybe I can make a believer out of you yet."