Carefully making their way through the mazes of discarded machinery and crates the agents found the source of the light.
"Mulder, there must be thousands of candles" The room was very large and very empty save for a short table with a bottle and two cups.
"So this is the big production for the final act" Sneered Mulder.
"Your Final act Fox!" Pusher appeared, a halo of light behind him, making it hard to see his features.
"Robert, you look like hell." Mulder replied knowing he was trying to make a grand entrance.
Where did he come from, Frohike was confused. It was like a wink, he wasn't there, then he was "Byers, he's there!" what the hell?
"Oh crap, I'm loosing visual guys, cameras are cutting out in a cascade."
"If it's not the equipment," Langly was checking and rechecking his gear "its him, which means."
"He knows. He's leveling the playing field." Byers thought hard and fast. "Guys, pack up and get out of here. Now."
"You can't be. "
"What the hell are you."
"Now. No arguing, and make enough noise, do something, so he knows we've gone. Got it. Do it. Out."
Byers looked at the map and headed to the warehouse.
Pusher shifted and the lighting on him was more readable now. Taunt and drawn his body looked ravaged by stress, somehow aged beyond his time.
The air was cool, he moved as fluid as mercury, yet he looked uncomfortable.
"You know the invitation was for two." He raised his arms as he grinned widely.
"See No Evil " knowing the cameras was now dead and useless.
He touched his left ear "Hear no Evil ". Which he also knew was dead.
Mulder stared to speak.
"Almost forgot, speak no Evil "
Mulder and Scully exchanged glances, neither one could utter a word.
Byers was making his way toward the glow in the warehouse as silently as possible.
His earpieces dead, and still not close enough to hear anyone or anything going on.
He prayed he could make it in time.