Chapter 2

Dulles International Airport

[Doggett]

‘Where is the one place we can go and truly hide?  No 
one can really hide, can they?’

I think this over to myself.  Monica and I find seats, 
we but our baggage down.

“Well, have we decided on a place yet?”  That said she 
wasted no time in giving me an answer.

“Madrid, John.  We should leave for Madrid”

I nod my head in understanding.  The one thing she is 
best known for in my eyes, is her downright assurance 
in the decisions she makes.  

“I’ll go get us some tickets”

[Reyes]

Sitting here I think to myself of all that I’m going 
to leave behind.  My friends, my family, It’s only for 
their protection.  I know they’ll understand all of 
this, when it comes time they know the truth.  My 
instincts tell me that *they* are looking for us.  I 
scan the faces in my area of the seating room, each 
and every one.  Tourists, businessmen, students, 
families and their children I grow wary of them.  I 
wish I could be just as careless as them, if they 
only know what I knew.  

Scanning over the sea of faces, my sights settle on 
this one man in the crowd.  He looked fairly elderly, 
white hair, wearing sunglasses.  There’s something 
vaguely familiar about that man I couldn’t put my 
finger on.  

“Monica?....”

I hear John calling my name, but I can’t help but be 
transfixed by this man.  

“Monica…..”

[Doggett]

I try to get her attention but she just wouldn’t budge.  
“Hey Monica!!”  I put the two latte’s on the ground and
shake her.  

“Sorry John.”  I just thought I saw someone I knew.  
 
“I got us our plane tickets.  It’s gonna be another 8 
hours.  I tried to get us an earlier flight but that 
jerk at the counter flat out refused.  I even showed 
him my badge, that even didn’t work.”

I give Monica her latte, and we both sigh in unison.


6 Hours to flight

[Reyes]

‘You don't care what these people have sacrificed over 
the last nine years -- what's been lost to their cause.  
You make a mockery of it, gladdened it proves your 
point.

What is the point of all of this?  To destroy a man who 
seeks the truth or to destroy the truth so no man can 
seek it?  Either way, you lose.’

Now I think that it’s a mockery of us.  They definitely 
lost, but they’re the winners in this never ending race.  
They’re in pursuit to destroy us, and destroy the truth.  

Pursuit, it’s the pursuit.  I look over to white-haired 
man, and this sick feeling of the trial makes him all 
too familiar now.  

“John…. That man over there.”  I tug on his jacket to 
get his attention.

“What man?”  He tries to look at what I’ve spotted.

“Over there next to the currency exchange booth.  The 
one with the white hair, sunglasses…very clean cut.  
He was there at the tribunal, he was one of the FBI 
Directors panel. “

[Doggett]

I look over to where he was sitting, he seemed vaguely 
familiar.  I needed to do a double take without seeming 
too obvious.  It took me awhile, but this man churned 
in me a sick feeling in my stomach.  I remember him in 
Kersh’s office every now and then, even Follmer’s on 
one occasion.  

“We have another 6ish hours.  We can’t use our weapons, 
we both know that.”  That said I remembered the 
horrifying way that Knowle died.  

“I know John.  We can still try though.  Our badges 
are still valid.”

I nod in acknowledgement, and we keep at least an 
eyeball on him.  We don’t feel any real danger, not 
yet.  I always see the worst in situations like these,
or maybe it’s that dang military training that’s to 
blame.

There’s something else that is plaguing my mind of 
this happening, about what is going to happen to us.  
They know that we are here, it’s going to take much 
more than to just leave the D.C. area.

3 hours to flight

[Reyes]

I stare at my watch.  “Just another three hours.”

He’s still there.  Hasn’t budged one bit in four 
hours.  Looking up at him, I see John’s eyes 
transfixed on this white haired man.

“John….we should be leaving for the gate soon.  There 
will surely be a crowd, maybe we can lose him there.”

“Maybe I should tell you, I took a rock from the 
quarry.”  A small ever so slight grin forms on my 
face.

“Those hands of yours are very sneaky John.  But what 
can we do with it with all these people here.  You 
saw what happened to Knowle Rorher.”

“Don’t worry Monica.  I’ll have it figured out”


20 Minutes to flight.
[Doggett]

“Hey Cigarette Smoking Woman, we should be leaving 
for the departure gates now.”  

The moment she heard that come out of my mouth, she 
gave me a playful slap in the chest.  You need a 
little humor in moments like these.  We sit up and 
grab our baggage, and head towards the departure 
gates.  

Out of the corner of my eye, the white haired man 
gets himself out of his seat.

“Let’s go lose us a supersoldier.”  I look at her 
and see a spark of excitement in her eyes.

I grab Monica’s hand and we quickly push ourselves 
into the crowd.  Staying low, we head towards the 
luggage check.  

“Hey, I need your mirror.”

“For what John?...You look as handsome as usual 
you studmuffin.”  She stares at me with sarcasm.

“Hm…you never called me studmuffin before.”  I try 
not to blush in front of her.  

Opening the mirror, I see our white-haired man talking 
to a stewardess.  

“He’s at the info booth, here’s our chance”

[Reyes]

John takes a hold of my hand, and we move through the 
crowd without seeming too obvious that we were 
slightly on the run.  I couldn’t help myself but to 
look back.

White Haired Man was definitely behind us, the 
freakish thing was that he was walking extremely 
slow.  The huge crowd didn’t faze him at all.

“John I have an idea, this way”

I lead John over to an airport security guard, pushed 
back into a corner from the crowd.  Reaching for my 
badge, we approach him.

“My name’s Monica Reyes, this is John Doggett.  We're 
federal officers, and our lives are in danger.  We 
need another way to get on the plane to Madrid that’s 
leaving in less than 10 minutes.”

The guard looks at me confused, and just has he 
reaches for his radio I stop him.

“We can’t be exposed”  We try hard to convince him 
not to report this.

“It’s okay, We’ll just have airport police arrest 
them.  What do they loo…..”

I interrupt the guard by shaking him.   Looking straight 
into his eyes.

“Look, these people can’t be arrested, you can’t.  
You’ll be sending these officers to their deaths.  
That’s all I can say other than these people are still 
after Agent Doggett and I, and we need to get on that 
plane right now.”

The security guard seemed to lose the color in his face, 
but retained his composure.

“Well, anything for a pretty lady.  Just make sure you 
don’t mention to anybody that I did this.  I’ll lose my 
job.”

We both nodded and follow him through an employee 
access door.

[Doggett]

I hold the door open for Monica and the security 
officer, as they both head in.  Keeping an eye on the 
white haired man, I notice him coming our way with an 
inhumanly determination.  There’s no way we can outrun 
him here.  I make my decision.

“Monica!  Run!  Go!”

She looks back at me from down the end of the hallway, 
and prepares to draw her gun.  

“John!”

“No!....Run!”

My heart races as I see her make the corner with the 
guard.  At least she’ll be safe, for now.

I stand my ground, my hand ready to reach for my gun.

“Stop there!  Federal Agent!”

I think of the repercussion of these people here, if 
they see me shoot this man.  Will White Haired Man be 
good and drop dead?  Or will he risk exposing himself, 
who and what he is?

Thinking of the safety for Monica helps me to figure 
out whether or not that I decide to shoot this man.

“ You son of a bitch.  You stay away from us.”
Resisting to fire my weapon, I inch back towards the 
exit door.  As he comes closer to me, he starts to 
shake.

It wasn’t as extreme as Knowle’s violent death.  I 
just hope that he won’t start to turn into metal in
front of all these people.  White Haired Man stops 
still in his steps, eyes wide and his face frozen 
still.  His feet collapse from under him.

I breathe a sigh of relief, as white haired man 
didn’t compromise himself for the sake of killing us.  
Taking one last look at the supersoldier on the 
ground, I take off into the employee exit as the 
police enter the scene.

[Reyes]

My heart races a million miles an hour.  In the place 
I find my seat and sit with an uncertainty.  The 
vibrations I feel right now tell me that we’re not 
out of the woods, but that I know that John is fine.

I recall that night when Mulder said that we were in 
danger, they won’t let us go.

The uneasiness in my being makes me suspicious of 
the passengers on this plane.  Opportunities come 
and go for me to examine the backs of their necks.  
As I scan the passenger’s necks, I see John come in
through the bay door.

“John!  Over here!”  I wave to him.

John comes over to where I’m sitting, he takes my hand 
and holds it to his lips.

“Thank God you’re here, You’re safe”

“You got rid of him.  How?”  He takes out the potato 
sized stone from his jacket pocket and throws it around 
like a nerf football.

“I did it with this hot thing Monica.  I just hope that 
the airport security won’t delay all the flights”

I smile to calm his nerves down, and we settle in for 
our flight.

[PA system]

“Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen.  There was an 
incident at the terminal that requires us to delay 
your flight for at least a half hour.  Please be 
patient, Thank You”

[Reyes]

I see John’s face try to hid his fear and concern, 
and turns to face me.  

“It’ll be fine, we’ll just wait John.”  He nods and 
breathes in a couple of deep ones.

“Take off your jacket, use it as a pillow”

He goes along with my suggestion and folds it into a 
pillow, rustling and twisting around to get 
comfortable.

“All of this is just too much, bumping into two of 
those damn supersoldiers in a day.  How the hell do 
Mulder and Scully do it?  How the hell do they do 
it Monica?”

I reach up to his face, placing my hand on his heated 
cheek.  I try to suppress my own fear of them, but 
only to an extent.

“We’ll make it John.  We’ll find a way”

In the plane to Madrid, I recall the recent events.  
When we were in the desert, the situation was not 
clear.  We went back to DC to learn that we were 
fugitives like Mulder and Scully.  We had time to 
gather some 

The whole situation has now faded into nothing but a 
temporary drop in the hat.  John is now sleeping 
beside me.  

It is a rarity to me, watching him sleep like this, 
so peaceful.

I see you now, for this is what I’m glad to do.  
Telling you many times before, I would do anything 
for you.  I believe that in these extreme situations, 
circumstances let us be together.  In the end, it may 
be the same thing that will divide us.

My body’s tiredness takes over, but I struggle to 
stay awake.  Sitting deeper into my seat, I keep one 
hand on my weapon and the other holding John’s hand.

I finally let go and try to get some sleep, but I 
feel a force that keeps me from falling asleep.  
Something tells me that something or something will 
force us apart.

End Chapter 2