Thirteen left the hall, to meet with a man without a head. He looked like clothes, hanging in the air, but not a man inside it wearing them. It didn't take long before he realized who it was.
"Caine?" Thirteen questioned.
"Yeah." Caine replied.
"Why aren't you coming in? Why staying out here?" Thirteen didn't understand.
"So they'd lock me up in a cupboard? Like they locked me in that jet when getting back here?" Caine reasoned, "I'm sorry, but no. Now that they know who and what I am, I don't feel safe around them, invisible or not."
Thirteen sighed: "Suit yourself. But you didn't come here to tell me that, did you?"
"No." Caine answered, "Somebody came here, claims to be a fed."
"So Largo's contact has finally arrived." Thirteen sounded happy, "Hopefully he has some good news for these guys."
Thirteen couldn't be sure, but he noticed some kind of change in Caine's clothes, specifically around the neck, almost as though some part of his body moved, but obviously nobody watching would have any idea of what Caine just did. Thirteen decided to ignore it and headed straight for the docks.
At the docks, there was just one small boat. Getting off were it's captain and a young woman. Seeing her there surprised Thirteen, but he's sure there'd be some explanation to this.
The young woman saw Thirteen and immediately took something out of her pocket to show him: "Are you Thirteen? I'm Agent Mars, FBI."
This surprised Thirteen even more: "A... young girl?"
Mars puts her I.D., which she just showed, back in her pocket, while saying: "Got a problem with that?"
"No, it's just..." Thirteen explained, "... Mr. Winch told me I should expect a 'he'."
"Ah yes, of course." Mars finally understood, "Well, Agent Mulder couldn't make it, so he sent me instead. Thought this could be a little warm-up before I start doing official work."
"And this... Mulder, he trusts you?" Thirteen still wondered.
"Truth be it, I haven't figured that out myself either." Mars answered.
Thirteen sighed: "There was a time that I would handle all the big problems myself."
"What was that?" Mars asked.
"Never mind." Thirteen shook his head, "Come with me."
Thirteen lead her to the mess-hall, where the five were waiting for them. Just before they entered, Mars thought of asking: "So, I understand you've put an elite task-force together to handle this little situation."
Thirteen didn't open the door before replying: "I've put A task-force together."
All he did was open the door, so Mars could enter. As she entered, Thirteen opened the shutters, so more light would be let into the room. Once that was done, he too entered the room, just in time to see the look on Mars' face when she saw the five.
"Is this your elite task-force?" Mars asked.
"I never said it was elite. You did." Thirteen replied.
"Yeah, but..." Mars wasn't finished yet, "One wanted criminal? One little girl? One crippled man?"
Respectively, she was referring to Snake, Max and Al. But when she saw Jason, she wasn't sure what to say.
"I'm not sure who you are..." was all she could say, which caused Jason to get up in anger.
"Easy, Jason." Thirteen said.
"Jason? As in Voorhees?" Mars asked, rhetorically, "That makes one well-known mass-murderer. And you...?"
She was referring to Ginger when she said: "I'm not even going to begin guessing who or what you are."
"Thank you for not calling me black at least." Al spoke, cynically.
"Believe me, Mars." Thirteen assured her, "I'd much rather have the Justice League, Justice Society, The Avengers, The X-Men,... hell, I'd even prefer to have the Incredibles here. But all of these people are either too busy, retired, MIA, or dead. So I'm sorry, but they'll have to do, like it or not."
"Even if we don't like it, but you don't give a shit." Snake hissed.
"Amen to that." Al agreed.
"What does Amen even mean?" Max asked, "What about Awomen?"
"So we have to work with people who don't even want to work with us?" Mars wondered, "This is just great."
"Wait a fucking minute?" Ginger just found an opening to say something, "Why are we even here when you prefer others?"
Everyone started to argue like this for a while. Safe for Jason, as he was the only one present there that doesn't talk. Nobody appeared to notice just how heavy he started shaking. At some point, he had had enough of their arguments. He slams his fists on the table in front of him, causing it break apart, subsequently even destroying the projector that Thirteen had set upon it. A combination of all these events is what instantly stopped the argument. This sudden silence saw to it that Jason's breathing only sounded louder, helping everyone realize... something.
"Largo won't be happy to hear this." Thirteen whined.
"Easy now, Jase." Ginger told him.
"And I thought I could break a sugar lump doin' that." Max remarked.
"More wood for fire." Al laughed.
"He's right, I tell ya." Snake said, "We got here to do something important, so we should get to it."
"So, what did Mulder want to show us?" Thirteen asked Mars.
Seeing as there wasn't a table anymore, Mars had to give some of the documents she held to the five of them. Most of the documents were sketches to what looked like a rubix-cube.
"A few years back, some twisted mind decided to build a giant cube, somewhere in Ontario, where he'd leave people behind, so they'd participate in his twisted games. Each room inside the cube has booby-traps, making it almost impossible to escape."
"Sounds a lot like that guy Jigsaw I heard so much about." Max remarked.
"Except that this was before Jigsaw even did anything." Mars told her.
Snake noticed the name that was signed on one of these sketches: "Scoffield? Like the Fox River Eight? That Scoffield?"
"Even if so, he probably didn't know what he was working on." Mars answered.
"Look..." Ginger interrupted, "... I may have been living in the woods for so long, or not even know much about military thinking, but what does this have to do with anything?"
"The men behind it have been arrested, and the cube hasn't been used ever since." Mars answered, "But lately, something in that same area has been drawing a lot of power. Not to mention that somebody was seen running in and out of it."
Mars then showed a picture to everyone, including Thirteen, who appeared to recognize it: "It looks like that man that Morris described."
"So whoever wants to build a giant robot is hiding in this... cube?" Snake asked.
"Why not?" Max realized, "A building with booby-traps, nobody would dare to get inside looking for a criminal."
"Nobody with your capacities, no." Thirteen said, "It looks like we were right to bring you together."
"Their capacities?" Mars still had a hard time believing this.
"Something I don't quite get..." Al remarked, "Why are we in the Adriatic Sea, if we have to be in North-America the whole time?"
"Only because officially this island does not even exist." Thirteen replied, "Therefor, it's difficult to find by the enemy."
"Who or whatever it may be." Ginger sighed.
"So after we're all done complaining..." Thirteen could finally say this, "... you should all be getting ready to leave for Ontario."
