"Scully, it's me. Pick up. It's important."

She ran from the bathroom to answer the phone.

"Sorry. I had the hairdryer on. What's up?"

"I just got another call."

"From the same source?"

"Yea. 'The Red Mole' wants us to meet him at Washington Park in an hour."

"About what?"

"I don't know, but he said to bring the disk … Listen Scully, I know that you don't trust him and I know he gives no reason for me to trust him either, but he already helped us out once. I think this man just wants to know the truth as much as we do."

"Mulder, it just seems too easy …"

"I know."

"I mean, that disk just appears on your door and we're supposed to believe that it's the key to everything we've been working for? It's just …"

"Listen, Scully, I'm on my way to pick you up. Just be ready."

Mulder arrived in record time. He asked Scully if she had the disk and she replied that it was in her coat pocket. The ride to the park was in silence. Mulder's thoughts were filled with both apprehension and eagerness. One the one hand, Scully was correct in her assumptions. The disk had fallen into their hands with little difficulty. On the other side of the argument, Mulder was ecstatic in coming across such evidence. Somehow, he felt that if only he could decrypt the information on the hisk, it could validate his work.

When they arrived at the park, it was still early. There was fifteen minutes to spare. A few minutes had passed when Scully spoke.

"Mulder, I just want you to be careful. Some of your sources in the past – they've misled you."

Mulder was taken back by Scully's candidness.

"I know Scully but it's just …"

"… too good to be true."

He knew that she was right, but it was too late to turn back now.

"It's nearly seven. Are you sure this is the spot?"

"Yea. He said to meet in the parking lot – that he'd find us."

Another minute passed. 7:00. Then 7:01, 7:02, 7:03.

"Maybe he's not coming."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

Just then they were momentarily blinded by the headlights of a car pulling up behind them.

"It's show time."

Mulder started to get out of the car and Scully followed, but the doors were barely opened when they were apprehended. Men, dressed in black, forced the doors open and pulled out the agents. Mulder tried to fight them off but found that they easily overpowered him. When he heard Scully's cry, his attention was immediately directed towards her.

Scully had somehow managed to break free from the man who was holding her and instantly reached for her gun. But before she could aim, Scully felt an impact to the back of her head. She let out grunt and watched as the gun was pulled out of her hand. Before she knew it, Scully was back into one of the men's grasp. She reached her hand up to the point of impact and felt some blood. Her eyes began to droop but she struggled in vain to keep them open. As she faded, Scully heard Mulder's voice calling out to her.

Though he did not actually see it happen, Mulder saw the man who hit Scully lower his arm and he saw the butt of the gun that hit her. He stood helplessly by as he watched his partner be gagged and bound. Taking advantage of the distracted man, Mulder's captors quickly worked to bind him, but when he felt the cold handcuffs around his wrists, Mulder began retaliating once more.

"Scully! Scully!"

Getting tired of his struggles and cries, the same man who hit Scully did the same to Mulder. Before succumbing to darkness, Mulder felt himself be padded down and saw the same done to Scully. Their captors hurriedly left the scene, shoving the agents into the back of their van before driving away.