In preparation for their next move, the Gunmen pored over patient files from the facility, squinting at each entry, each note. The glaring lack of any real mental health conditions on record struck them immediately.

Byers was the first to voice it, his tone concerned. "There don't seem to be any actual mental health cases in here. No patients with eating disorders, bipolar disorder—nothing you'd expect at a place like this. Instead, it's all people with… other connections. A few from various MUFON groups, including Scully's in Pennsylvania." He glanced at Mulder. "All of them supposedly 'snapped' for no clear reason before landing here. And every single one is being given the same medication. The one we still can't identify."

Mulder's face darkened, his worry sharpening into resolve. "This is bigger than Scully. If these are MUFON women, and all of them are receiving the same mystery drug, this whole facility is a cover. We're not just getting Scully out—we're going to expose them."

"Agreed," Byers replied, the seriousness of the situation clear in his tone. "This place isn't about treatment. It's about containment."

Frohike leaned in, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "The MUFON group from Pennsylvania? The women who Scully at Betsy Hagopian's house, the ones who stopped getting treatments after Penny Northern died?"

Mulder nodded, piecing it together. "And then they all had those tracking chips re-implanted after Scully's cancer went into remission. They're trying to tie up loose ends—cover up whatever was done to them. This drug must be part of it."

Langly adjusted his glasses, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he brought up additional files. "There's no mention of the medication in any public medical database, no trials, no record of any approved drug matching its description. Either it's black market or… something even deeper."

Mulder met their eyes, urgency flashing in his own. "Can you dig into the makeup of that drug? Try to isolate its components, anything that might tell us what it's doing to them?"

Byers nodded, his face grim. "We'll analyze everything we can get from the files, but this isn't just a mental health facility—it's a lab, and these people are their subjects."

Mulder clenched his fists, frustration radiating from him. "Then it's time we find out who's behind this. Scully and those other women are being held against their will, drugged, silenced. We need to pull her out and bring the whole operation crashing down."

Frohike cracked a smile, his eyes lighting up with determination. "Guess we've got ourselves a real coup on our hands."

Byers looked at Mulder. "You get inside, and we'll be right here with you, backing up every step of the way."