Thursday 1:35 a.m.
1473 E. 35 Rd. Apt. 13
Georgetown, Virginia
The two sat closer. An empty bottle of wine and two glasses, in similar shape, lay on the table before them.
"Mulder doesn't want to kill me, just because of his father's murder. I left him in that Russian gulag to save my own ass. He was never even supposed to be there. But, I have paid for that sin and..."
"You mean to tell me this is about Fox? All of it?"
Krycek slid his left arm around Bria's shoulder, "In a way, yes. He's come so close to the truth so many times, but he can't realize it."
Bria sighed, "All his pain, his loneliness, his grief, is a direct result of this 'Project'?"
Alex nodded. "And, it all started with his sister's abduction."
She was silent, contemplating the man's words. He pulled Bria closer, her head resting on Alex's shoulder.
"You're a very dangerous man, Alex." she joked, "But the men you work for..."
"Are far more dangerous."