Disclaimer: I neither own the Gunmen or the plot of this story, pity me ;-)
A/N: The big finale is coming in just one more chapter! Thanks Amy for reviewing, I almost forgot to post this chapter ;-)
Langly and Mary Pat searched for an escape as wingus and dingus approached. Mary Pat threw the unlit Molotov cocktail shattering glass and lemony freshness at her captors. Langly used the slight delay to spray them in the eyes and run like hell.
"Now what?" he said.
"Well….at least we can smell them coming now…"
"Hired killers, now in fresh pine or lemon scent. It's catchy."
"Hang on a sec." Mary Pat ran behind the counter in the lobby and rummaged through the drawers. Here! Let's go."
Langly shrugged and followed Mary Pat out the back of the motel into the snow. From behind they could hear their disinfected killers cursing and catching up. Mary Pat walked through the snow as if she didn't feel the cold or the searing wind in her face. Langly felt any minute he would suddenly fall down and die of exposure and left for wild bears to eat. Then some bear would be walking around in hornrims until he made the front page of a tabloid but not as a dead conspiracy theorist, but as a near-sighted bear found in northern Michigan.
Mary Pat stopped by a long building with a sunroof and unlocked the door.
"Finally." Langly said going inside, only to find it was colder inside.
"Langly? We've only gone a few meters."
"What is that like….four thousand yards in US measurement? Where are we anyway?"
Mary Pat locked the door. "Pool room, the heat isn't on because the hotel doesn't have any guests." Mary Pat flipped on the lights, which reflected off the water with a sinister ripple. "It will take awhile for it to heat up but we can hide out here."
"Until they break the glass and come to kill us."
"Honestly Langly, you're really depressing, you know that?"
It was true. Langly looked around, all the walls were glass and now it was lit up like a big blinking neon sign that said "Langly and Mary Pat are here!" not that it mattered, they left enough foot prints any one could follow. Where was Byers? Frohike? Mulder? Scully?
"Hey, if you're really cold, there is a sauna." Mary Pat broke his depression stream of conscience. "I keep that one running." Mary Pat winked.
"Mary Pat I love you!"
"That was abrupt."
"It looks like we won't need the lighter after all, do you know where they keep the chlorine."
He smiled.