"You know, for the FBI, they really aren't that inconspicuous!"

Max agreed. It was a wonder why no one had noticed twenty black four wheeled drives parked outside an abandoned gas station. Were the residents of Roswell really that stupid?

They had been sitting in the car for almost an hour, waiting for the perfect time. Isabel, Zan, Charlie and Kyle were in the van, stationed somewhere on the other side of the station, out of view. Max didn't want Zan and Charlie getting involved, but Isabel pointed out that he could be useful, and Charlie had her good points aswell.

Max had hardly said anything the whole way there; he just listened to Michael and Maria, or re-ran the plan in his head over and over again checking for flaws. It had all happened so quickly at the cave. In an instant they had a plan on how to save Liz.



Michael ran into the cave, holding the two-way radio they had confiscated from the Agent, a voice was crackling out through the speaker. He handed it to Max, watching what he was going to do.

He just stood listening to the crackling, trying to make out what they were saying. After a few minutes, the voice became clear.

"Attention all units! Attention all units! There has been a delay, I repeat, there has been a delay. The package will not be delivered until 0211 hours. Please report back to base for further instructions!"

The radio went dead. Max looked up at Michael, and they made a silent agreement. Isabel watched the two males, and knew what they were thinking. She stood up and walked over to where her brother was standing.

"What's the plan?"



"Maxwell!"

"What?"

He jerked his head in the direction of Michael, shocked by his voice. He had been day dreaming again.

"Max, are you okay?"

Her hand went to his shoulder in concern, but he shrugged it off, noticing Michaels eye's flare up. Michael never used to be the jealous type, but lately that hadn't been the case.

"I'm fine!" His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, as he let his mind wonder to the plan, checking it over for the twelfth time in the last half hour.

Michael looked at his watch. It was 11:56, four minutes until it would all start.



She looked at her broken watch on her wrist. At least no one had mugged her! It was all over, in less than three hours she would be as good as dead. A tear streamed down her face as she placed a hand just under her neck. The gold necklace was warm from her body heat. Max had given it to her two years ago for her birthday. The diamond he had made the same way as her engagement ring, squeezing a piece of coal, excelling a process that normally took decades. It was in the centre of a golden heart, surrounded by emeralds and rubies, "M L" engraved on the back.

She lay down and closed her eyes, feeling the weakness take her. Her mouth was so dry and parched, her stomach so hungry. She felt the need for rest inundate her every muscle.

She opened her eyes at the sudden noise. There were people yelling and guns going off, followed by a large crashing sound. The whole building shook, and dust fell from the ceiling onto her, causing her to cough from breathing in the polluted air.

Then there was silence.

She un-curled herself from the position she had managed to achieve, and sat up straight, listening intently to the eerie silence that filled the station.

Some one was on the other side of the door, she could hear him trying to unbolt the room.

"This is it!" She thought, and she sat still, trying to hide into the shadows. "This is the end! They're taking me now!"

A sudden blast and the door flew open. The person she saw standing at the door after the smoke had cleared was not who she expected.

"Liz!"