"What do you mean you know where Krycek is?" Scully said, as she raised from the table and walked over to Mulder.
Mulder made eye contact with Byers, then looked back at Scully. "There's a man matching Krycek's description staying at Hannigan's Hotel and Conference Center near the border of D.C and Virginia." Mulder said. "We find Krycek, we find the tape."
"And how do you just happen to know where he's staying?" Scully asked suspiciously, eyeing the Lone Gunman.
Byers walked over to Scully and placed his laptop in front of her. "We've been scanning local security tape footage in airports and in cities within a 100-mile radius of the D.C. area. We crossed referenced his face with everyone going in an out of…facilities…using recognition software that Langley downloaded at a conference in Seattle last month. We didn't think we'd get a match so quickly…but…we got a hit."
Scully looked down at the laptop and put her hands on her hips, taking in a long breath. "Scully, I know Krycek killed my father and he was most likely involved in the death of your sister. I don't know why he's in the specific area for sure, but there's recently been UFO sightings near the Potomac River and all the way down to Alexandria. I don't think Krycek and Old Smokey are on the same team at the moment…but for some reason, they're both involved. There's an invite-only conference at Hannigan's next week on safety procedures for sterilizing hospital wings for contagions. I have a theory that some of our old friends are going to be at this conference on so-called hospital contagions."
"Mulder, what possible reason could you think that this conference is anything but something on diseases? They have these types of conferences all the time." Scully sighed.
"Since someone wasn't so careful, Scully." Mulder said, as he pushed a newspaper photo towards Scully.
Scully picked up the photo and held it close to her face. The headline read, Conference at Hannigan's draws medical personnel to Potomac. Several men with brief-cases stood in front of the conference center.
Mulder came up behind her and pointed a figure in the background- a figure who was wearing a tailored suit…and taking a drag of a cigarette. Scully's eyes widened, as she looked back at Mulder and back to the photo.
"And Krycek and the Smoking Man are going to be there…" Scully said, in a half-question, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"I have a feeling they're not going to hear a lecture on sanitizing bedpans, Scully." Mulder said, taking the photo out of her hand and pinning it on the fridge.
"If Krycek's not working for the smoking man, what's he doing there?" Scully asked.
"I don't know, Scully, but I'm going to find out."
"Then I'm going with you."
Mulder tilted his head, when Scully interjected. "I'm going, Mulder. With or without you. This has affected me just as much as it has for you."
Mulder nodded. "We can't go until next week anyways, until the conference starts. We'll have to get some alternative IDs and go in when it's at its busiest."
"We can get you security clearance, Mulder." Byers said, typing on his computer.
"When do we leave?" Scully asked.
"Four days. We need to get supplies and new identities first." Mulder said.
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Three days later, Scully sat in the kitchen of the cabin, going through medical journals online and trying to discern whether the conference at the hotel was really a cover for a top-government project. So far, what she found didn't add up. The hospital that was being featured, Pillings General, in Los Angeles, CA, didn't have any record of existing…currently or in the past. In addition, there wasn't any information anywhere on any of the "doctors" who were keynote speakers. Scully was starting to think that Mulder might be right…maybe not about the UFOs, but definitely about Krycek's and the smoking man's involvement in some conspiracy.
The Gunman had gone back to Washington, and Mulder was out collecting supplies for their trip. On the table laid two fake IDs, a gun- government issued, and a handwritten note in Maggie Scully's writing that read, "Crossed over." Scully had taken this as assurance that her mom had received the little gold cross that Langley had sent to her as a message that she was okay.
Scully paused typing for a moment and took her glasses off to rub her eyes. She picked up the note from her mother and looked at it for a few moments, wishing that she could speak to her to just let her know that she was okay. As she went to look up more information, her computer disconnected from the internet and the lights in the cabin went off.
Though it was mid-afternoon, the cabin had an eerily dark feeling inside. Scully slowly stood up and tucked her gun into her holster in her jeans. She heard a crack outside and crouched behind down to avoid being seen through the windows. Crawling to her temporary bedroom, Scully snuck a peak through the window in the small room and saw two men with guns drawn, approaching the cabin.
Scully could hear her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She silently cursed herself for leaving the cell phone that Frohike had given her in the kitchen, when she heard a cracking and banging on the door. The men were trying to barge their way in.
Scully slowly, but carefully, opened the bedroom window and lifted herself up to the sill. Her abdomen screamed in protest, having mostly healed from her wound, but still putting up a fight when she over-exerted herself. She carefully lowered herself to the edge and jumped down the two meters to the ground, landing on her feet.
Scully heard the men inside the cabin; she heard shouting and noise coming from what she thought was the bedroom. She ducked, and carefully started to half-sprint away from the cabin and through the woods. Somewhat panicking, Scully wasn't sure how she was going to contact Mulder. On one hand, she didn't know exactly where he was at the moment, but on the other, if she stayed around, the men would find her. However, if she didn't, Scully was certain that if the men were waiting for Mulder when he came back, they'd kill him.
Finding a shrub to crouch behind, Scully went to reach for her gun, when she felt a strong hand clasp her waist and another firm hold over her mouth.
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