Thursday 4:00 p.m.
1473 E. 35 Rd. Apt. 13
Georgetown, Virginia
Alex drew his gun, looking at the door to Bria's apartment. Silently, he climbed the stairs and found the lock on room 113 broken.
Throwing open the door, Krycek fired off two shots at the armed man whom he spotted in the room. The man fell, dead instantly as his blood splattered over the apartment's white carpet and walls.
In an attempt to collect his thoughts, Alex dropped the gun, seeing Ken Grassman dead on the floor.
The sun had just disappeared behind the buildings in the distance, casting a shadow across the livingroom. Krycek found Bria, near the hallway, barely alive. He knelt down next to her quickly, cradling her head in his lap.
"Bria..." he whispered, a great sense of loss coming over him.
The woman opened her eyes, "Alex, I'm so sorry..."
He shook his head. "Nothing's your fault."
"No... he was here to kill you, because you quit."
Krycek turned away, realizing what he had done. "I told you... I told you everything. Damn it!" With his right hand in a fist he punched the ground.
"What will you do now?"
He looked back to Bria, seeing that the fire in her eyes was slowly dying out. Was this how Mulder felt two years ago? How Scully felt when her sister was mistakenly murdered? All the people he had assassinated in the name of secrecy, in the name of the Project. The reality of what his life had been would haunt Krycek for all eternity.
"We will continue on. We'll live here." he lied, knowing that there was no way she would live.
In his arms, Agent Bria Thompson died. The tragedy and anger would remain with Krycek for the remainder of his life. He promised revenge and he would get it any way possible.