Sorry this post took so long. Here's chapter 8...

Monica didn't really know what she was going to do when she arrived at Mount Weather – in her mind she would just pull up, somehow bypass security and find Mulder, Scully and Doggett patiently twiddling their thumbs waiting for her. All she knew is that it felt good simply to be doing something. For so long she had waited and wondered and felt guilty for not doing anything, and at least now she was moving in the right direction. Presumably.

Amy had never felt more nervous in her entire life. They were only a few hours away and yet it seemed no plan whatsoever had been discussed. Yeah, maybe she wasn't the best at solving problems, but this little problem in particular was screaming for attention. So, when her mom pulled over for lunch at a McDonalds, Amy just had to ask, "So, mom, what exactly are we doing?"

"Well, um… to tell you the truth, your guess is as good as mine. I've only been inside Mount Weather once, and that was 16 years ago. However, if I remember it correctly and they haven't made any changes, there is a main security gate that we can hopefully avoid and go in through the back by hopping the fence. After that, I think we should all split up and each go look for them. Do you both have watches? Good. We'll split up and after an hour we'll meet back at the car – if we've found them, then great, if not, I don't think we will find them. Plus, I doubt that we'll still be as invisible as we want after an hour inside. If you get caught, don't say anything about the rest of us and after we see that you're not at the car we'll come to rescue you. Overall, you guys both know what I'm going to say – if this is possible – try not to be too nervous about it and just go with your feelings – if something feels right then do it and if something feels wrong then stay away. Will, your father always said "trust no one" but if you have to trust something in a tight spot, let it be your gut. Other than that, I don't have any other advice. Are you guys sure you want to do this?"

Amy and Will had never been so sure about anything in their whole lives. So as their car came to stop just within sight of the evil-looking fence surrounding the massive complex as the sun sank behind it, all three took deep breaths, closed the car doors softly, and began to run, toward what could very well be the source of the happiness for which they had searched for years, or the source of their very untimely ruin. Risk was the name of the game, and once again fate was in control. Amy could have sworn she heard a thud as the dice were rolled, but maybe it was just the soft rhythm of her feet pounding the ground, carrying her closer to her dream or demise with every step.