Disclaimer & Information see Part I Destiny, Part II + + + + + + 9: 06 PM Upper East Side New York "You failed?!" The First Elder slammed his chubby palm on the corner of the table then whimpered in pain when he discovered that it hurts. "It's that idiot George that you set me up with." The man said. "Did he miss the target?" "No. No, he didn't. He hit the target alright, and me. We were both hit in the right shoulder." "You should let Doctor what's-her-name take a look before you leave." "Yes, sir." "Is George taken care of?" "Oh, yeah. George's taken care of." A creepy smile came across the man's face. "I've taken _good_ care of him." "Is the man you attacked suspicious of you now?" "No, I don't think that he was all that surprised that I was the one who attacked him." "He will not interfere with you and Scully?" "I doubt it. He thinks that I'm harmless." "Good. I want another attempt on his life... and don't fail me this time." "I won't." + + + + + + 9: 27 PM Scully's Apartment "What happened to you?" Scully asked Krycek, looking at him with concern. They were sitting next to each other on her couch. Scully had been worried out of her mind until he knocked on the door at 9: 15. He usually arrived at 8: 50. She noticed the bloody patch on his right shoulder immediately. He avoided all her questions and insisted they sit down to talk about it over a cup of coffee. "I was ambushed by Mulder. Then some guy jumped out of the corners at me with a gun. Got me in the right shoulder." Krycek replied. "Mulder ambushed you?" "Yep. Right out of the dark corners." "Is that shoulder okay?" "Just grazed the skin." "Did you bandage that yourself?" "No. I had some help." "From who?" "A friend." "Who?" "No one." Krycek's eyes shifted uncomfortably around the room. "Well, why don't you let your friend take a look at that stomach wound?" "Because I don't really trust her." "Oh, so it's a her." "Yes." A sly smile came to his face. "Why, jealous?" "Yes, Krycek, like I'm just so insanely jealous of your girlfriend." Scully said sarcastically. "She's not my girlfriend." Krycek muttered. "No?" Scully asked. "No." Krycek said firmly. They sat there looking at each other in silence for a long moment. Finally, Scully spoke up. "Your stab wound if fine now. No more bandages." "That soon?" "Like I said, it's not deep. It healed yesterday already. I was just checking up on it today." "Okay." He said quietly. "I'm... really tired now." She said softly. "Okay." He said again. He stood up slowly and just stood there looking at her. After 5 minutes, he seems to have made up his mind about something. He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the cheek. She looked up in surprised. "Thank you." Then he slowly turned and left. + + + + + + June 26th, Tuesday 7: 55 AM The Basement Office Fox Mulder quietly walked into his office and found his partner sitting at his desk, leafing through a pile of files. She looked up at him for a brief moment then went back to her work without saying hi. He walked to his desk and sat down opposite Scully without a word. "Look, Scully, I'm sorry I lost my temper yesterday." Mulder apologized sincerely. "I just don't know why you would defend him." "I wasn't. I don't care about him." Scully said without looking up. "But the way you talked about him-" "I just wanted to get the facts straight." Scully interrupted. "I'm not defending him and I'm not blaming him. I don't want anything to do with him." Mulder leaned back in his chair and smiled, satisfied. "So what are you working on?" He asked. "What else? The 52 hour organ removal torture." "Oh. Anything new?" "Yes. There's another one." "Another one?" He asked in disbelief. "You mean there's another one besides the John Hurley one?" "Hmm-hmm." She tossed him the file that she was looking at. "Who's this?" Mulder studied the picture of the man carefully. "Well, we found a wallet on him with a driver's license claiming him as George Smith. But when we ran that through the computer, we found no one matching that description. This guy would be an unidentified body if we didn't have that license." "Are you sure that's the name?" Mulder asked. "No, I think it's an alias. But since we can't find his real identity, he will be listed as a deceased George Smith. John Hurley was tortured for 52 hours. But Forensics thinks this guy was tortured for 11 hours. Big difference." "An unsuccessful pupil of our torturer?" "You think it's a copycat?" "Maybe." Mulder closed the file and laid it on the table. "Let's go." "Where?" Scully stood up and followed Mulder to the door. "To the crime scene, of course." Mulder said as a matter of factly. Scully sighed and laid a hand casually on Mulder's right shoulder. Mulder groaned and winced. "What's wrong with your shoulder?" She asked on purpose. "Oh... nothing... nothing. I uh... I...." "You didn't run into Krycek again, did you?" "Well... he ambushed me. How'd you know?" "Woman's intuition. He ambushed _you_?" "Yeah, that's right." "Would you care to elaborate on the details?" "No." Then he left, leaving Scully to ponder the details and which man is telling the truth. + + + + + + 9: 05 PM Scully's Apartment When 9 came, she half-expected a knock at the door with Krycek standing behind it, waiting to be let in. But no. No knock came at 9. It came at 9: 05. When she opened the door and saw a shy looking Krycek standing in the door way. She led Krycek into her living room and settled him down on her couch. "I wanted to come to show my gratitude." Krycek explained. "I thought there must be some way of me making it up to you. So, I'm going to take you out to dinner." "God, please don't take me to Burger King or Pizza Hut." "Hmm?" "Nothing." "Is that a yes to dinner?" "Yeah, what the hell. As long as you're paying." "Good." A slow smile spread of Krycek's face. "I'm going to take you somewhere, but you can't ask me where it is." "Why not?" "Because it's a secret." "Fine. As long as you don't drag me to a deserted field and kill me." "Don't worry... you'll love this place... it's to die for." + + + + + + 10 : 51 PM Scully enjoyed the nice evening stroll with Krycek along the coast. The place he took her was a dark little place in Manhatten. The food was just as he said it would be- to die for. It was the most amazing rabbit burger she had eaten. Not that she's actually eaten rabbit meat before. She had seen his mischievious smile coming, and she wondered if there was sauce all over her face. When he told her what she was eating, her gut reaction was to spit it out and wash her mouth out with water. But she wouldn't let him have the satisfaction. She swallowed her meat, took a drink of water, and calmly said: "Oh, really? It tasted like rats." He was shocked at what she said and obviously disappointed. She, of course, didn't touch her burger again. "You okay?" He nudged her gently. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine." She responded. "I... I was just... thinking." "About?" "Well, I'm sort of confused and surprised right now." She stopped and turned to face him. "I take it you didn't like the rabbit meat?" "No, no. The evening was wonderful. It's just that-" "You can picture yourself taking a stroll along the bay with Mulder but not with me." He finished for her. "Well, no, it's just that, I... I... that... okay, you're right." She finally said. "That's okay. I understand." He resumed walking slowly and she followed. "No, it's just that... I feel like we just met. I mean, three days ago-" "Three days ago, when you saw me, you would've ripped my throat out." "Exactly. But now-" "You had dinner with me and is now taking a walk alone with me- without your gun, I presume- along the the bay where no one can hear you scream." "I don't have my gun with me, but you just made me feel so much safer." Scully said sarcastically. "I didn't mean to scare you. I mean, I realize that three days is-" "Not enough to gain my trust." "Mm-hmm. And today is just like a-" "Thank you present for taking care of your wound." "Yeah. I probably could've-" "Taken care of it yourself. But if you did the wound might've-" "Been infected." He finished her sentence. She stopped again and stared him in his eye, smiling. "What?" "Do you realize we've been finishing-" She began. "The sentences for each other?" He finished. They both laughed and then resumed walking, talking about this and that. The two were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't see the two men who came out of the shadows and stood in front of them. One of them was a large man. A gigantic man. His arm alone probably weighed as much as Scully did. The other was shorter, just a little bit taller than Scully. And although it's pitch dark out with very little lighting, the man was wearing a gold framed sunglasses. By the time they saw these two men, it was too late step off the sidewalk and walk around them casually. "Excuse me." Krycek said politely as he stopped in front of the large man. "What?" The Giant pretended to not have heard him. "Excuse me." Krycek said a little louder. "Yeah, shrimp?" The Giant folded his hands across his chest. "Can you just step off to the side a little?" "No. Why don't you?" The Giant stepped up to Krycek and looked down at him. Krycek sighed and took Scully's hand. "Come on." He said as he led her off the sidewalk. "Hey!!!" A gigantic arm suddenly shot out and blocked their way. "Now what?!" Krycek asked, a little angry now. "You stole my cross." The Giant stepped in front of them. "What cross?" "My cross I had in my pocket that is now dangling on her neck." The Giant pointed to Scully's cross. "What?! I had this since I was 15!" Scully exclaimed. "Well, I had mine since I was 7. Now gimme back my cross!" The Giant demanded. "Prove that it's yours." Krycek stood up to him and glared at him angrily. "Hey, you. Didn't you see the man steal my cross and put it on the woman's neck?" The Giant said to the Sunglasses Man. "Sure did." The Sunglasses Man responded. Krycek wanted to laugh. It was so obvious that these two were together and planned this little act. "He's with you." Krycek said. "Are you calling me a liar?!" The Giant boomed. "No. You're just a man who's not telling the truth." "I'm a BIG man who's not telling the truth." The Giant pointed out. "And I'm not gonna let you pass till you gimme back my cross!" The Giant grabbed Krycek's left arm and discovered, to his delight, that it was made of plastic. "Let go of my arm." Krycek said firmly. "Hey, Lenny, this guy's one armed!!" The Giant ignored Krycek and cried with joy to the Sunglasses Man. The Sunglasses Man, a.k.a Lenny, muttered something and lowered his head in disappointment. Then the Giant noticed his mistake. "So you do know that guy." Krycek said. "So what?" The Giant held his head high. "I'm still bigger than you, I can still kick your ass." But he let go of Krycek's arm anyway. "Look, the cross isn't yours and I can't give it to you!" Krycek said. "Fine.. forget the cross." The Giant whislted and made rude, suggestive gestures towards Scully. "Leave the woman and I'll let you go." Scully looked to Krycek, half expecting him to run away and leave her there. This was all too much for Krycek. First, he punched the Giant and watched him stagger. Then he lifted his right arm and elbowed the man in his face several times, watching he drop to the ground. The one called Lenny charged at Krycek, and Krycek casted him way with a simple kick to the groin. Then Krycek stomped on Lenny, now on the ground, on his back. The Giant slowly got up, pulled out a gun from behind and aimed it at Krycek. Before the Giant can even cock the gun, Krycek kicked the gun out of his hand. Krycek didn't even bother to put his foot down. He just brought it back up and kicked the Giant in the head. Lenny grabbed Krycek's foot from his position on the ground. Krycek bent down, grabbed Lenny by the back of his hair, and slammed his forehead into the sidewalk. The two men were now laying on the ground groaning. Krycek bent over and picked up the Giant's gun and flung it into the ocean. Then he took Lenny's gun from his belt and tossed that too. "Wow." Scully said quietly. "Well." Krycek extended his hand to Scully and she took it. They stepped over the two men's bodies, still writhering on the ground, and walked home casually. + + + + + + 11: 32 PM Scully's Apartment "Come in." Scully insisted. Krycek looked around uncomfortably. "Well... don't you have a big day tomorrow? You have to do that autopsy..." "Come in." She ordered in a commanding voice. "Okay." He agreed quickly. She unlocked the door and he followed her inside. Once inside, Krycek took off his jacket and sat down on the couch. She sat down next to him. "Well?" She asked. "Well. So..." Krycek thought hard of things to say. It was an awkward moment for them, knowing what they were supposed to do. "Well..." She moved in closer to him. "Hmm?" He moved in closer and put his arm around her. "What?" She muttered as she closed the distance between their faces. Just as their faces were about to touch, he pulled away. "Scully, there's something that I should probably tell-" His sentence was interrupted by a thundering crash. Both jumped to their feet and realized that her window had been broken. A gray metallic can was rolling towards them and slowly came to a stop. "Oh... damn." Krycek whispered. He grabbed Scully around the waist and took her with him as he rolled over behind the couch. At the same time, the gray metallic can sizzled and turned hot red. Smoke slowly drifted into the room from the can. Thick, gray, choking smoke. The smoke was nauseating. Another thundering crash. This time, the door to her apartment had been kicked down. Three men came rushing in all at once, and these people weren't no firemen. They were all dressed in the same black ski sweaters and ski masks, although it's June and 87 degrees outside. They had the same black jeans and the same black shoes. They also had the same black gloves and same black 9 millimeter in the gloves. "Get them both." A man said with a slight Dutch accent. That was the last thing they heard before they blacked out from the smoke. + + + + + + Unknown time and place "For the last time... what is the formula?!" The Dutchman screamed at Scully. They stood an edge of a cliff, with the cold, howling wind sending chills down their spines. --So that's what the sweaters are for.-- Scully thought. She worried that Krycek was going to freeze to death. The men were considerate enough to give her a coat. She had awokened blindfolded in a car on a bumpy road. She tried as best as she could to memorize the turns they'd made, but her thought process was slowed by the smoke. They had suddenly came to a halt and they roughly pushed her out and made her land in the mud. Then they took off her blindfold and showed her the nightview of the city. >From then on, they've been questioning her and Krycek about the formula, grilling them for god knows how long. She recognized the voices of two men. They were the same thugs who were trying to get her cross in the streets. Lenny was the one questioning Krycek. But he seemed more interested in payback than the formula. The first thing he did, without even asking, was knock Krycek out with a bat. After a few minutes when Krycek awoken, Lenny beat him again. The Dutch man had to intervene several times to keep Lenny from killing Krycek. She looked over to Krycek. He was lying face down in the mud, seemingly unconscious again. Then she examined herself. She was covered with mud. It had rained a few days before and the ground was particulary moist. There was visible muddy shoe prints on her coat and jeans from where the men kicked her after being impatient with her stubborness. One of them had struck her on the face too. It was the big one that they had met in the street. The Big Man, the largest of the group, gave her a split lip, a few cuts and several bruises until the Dutchman pulled him back. "I don't know." She repeated the answer she always gave them. The Big Man growled angrily and threatened to hit her again. The Dutchman glared at him and the Giant reluctantly dropped his hand back down to his side. Lenny was sitting on a rock, smoking a cigarette and drinking a can of beer. His job was to watch Krycek, but he was more interested in a black lung and a ruined liver than to make sure the prisoner doesn't suddenly come to life and beat the crap out of him. Which was too bad, since that's exactly what Krycek did. Lenny never saw Krycek's hand move. Never saw it move slowly towards his foot. He, did, however, feel Krycek's hand tightly grip around his foot and pull him down. He screamed. Too late. Krycek then jumped up, pulling Lenny up with him. He grabbed Lenny's 9 millimeter which was tucked away between his belt and his stomach. Then he pushed Lenny off the cliff. Lenny's screams echoed the night as he made his way down to the bottom. "What the-" The Dutchman looked up and pulled out his gun. Scully saw the gleam of the black gun and knew what she had to do. She jumped up and punched the Dutchman in the stomach. The Dutchman slowed on shooting Krycek to bend over and get some air. Given the chance, Krycek used Lenny's gun to shoot the Dutchman twice in each leg. The Dutchman screamed and let his gun roll from his fingertips and dropped to the ground. Then Krycek shot the Big Man three times in the chest, the Big Man fell straight back. Krycek raised his foot and stepped on the Big Man's groin. He began beating on the Big Man wildly, out of control and Scully grew afraid. "Krycek, come on!" Scully pulled Krycek's waving fist and tugged him away from the Big Man. The two got into the car in which they were brought in and Krycek found the car keys still in the ignition where the three men had foolishly left. The car lights flashed, the tires screeched and in no time the car was out of sight, leaving the two men to scream in their pains. + + + + + + June 27th, Wednesday 2: 15 AM Upper East Side New York "Who ordered this?!" The First Elder demanded angrily. "I did." The man replied. "Would you care to explain this?" "Well. They were supposed to kill Krycek in the streets and make it look like a fight. When that failed, they decided to just kidnap him and Scully." "It was a total disaster! Krycek is a big threat, isn't he, Mulder?" "Yes. Without him, I'm sure I could've gotten the formula already." "It's a pity that we discovered she was the one who knew the formula at the same time Krycek discovered it. You've worked with her for 5 years. We should've had the advantage." The First Elder sighed. "We still do." Mulder assured him. "She listens to me. I've worked with her, kissed up to her mother, done my best with her asshole brother. I'm not losing her to that bastard Krycek." "Your idea of awakening Marita from her coma was a fine idea. Alex Krycek seems distracted now. It's time for more diversion. I think a traumatic event for Scully would send her back into your arms. Krycek is a good man, but with a hardened heart. He knows nothing of comforting women." "What kind of traumatic experience?" Mulder asked. "That's up to you, Mr. Mulder." The First Elder. Mulder nodded and turned to leave. "Oh, Mr. Mulder?" "Yes?" Mulder slowly turned around. "This is your last chance. Fail me again and I'll see to it that you never see the light of the sun again." + + + + + + 3: 01 AM Scully's Apartment "Damn it, they took my gun!" Scully screamed angriy as she threw her empty holster on the floor. "Are you okay?" Krycek asked as he helped Scully to sit down. "I called some people from the Resistance... I think they'll offer protection." "I'm fine. Look at you." Scully sighed as she laid a hand gingerly on Krycek's face. She leaned in to kiss him. Just as their lips were about to meet, he pulled away again. "What?" She asked with a hurt expression how her face. "That." He pointed to her lamp. "What?" She leaned in to examine her lamp and discovered a tiny chip by the base of the lamp. "Oh my god..." Krycek jumped up and looked around. He picked up her phone and tore off the receiver. He found a similar chip inside. "You were bugged." Krycek said. There were footsteps. The door swung open and two unfamiliar men with guns stood there with the Well Manicured Man. One of the men had a nicely trimmed bearded and wore an expensive suit. The other had a jagged scar across his face and he too, wore an expensive suit. The Well Manicured Man eyed the phone then spoke: "Well. I see you've found our bug." "You? You did this?" Krycek asked in disbelief. "Of course. We've been spying on the both of you for a long time. And now after this little... mishap, we realize how easy it is for them to get their hands on their formula." The Well Manicured Man explained. "But... but we haven't said anything." "The orders come from above, Mr. Krycek. You and Ms. Scully will be terminated immediately. You know, it's a pity. If you haven't known the formula, we might've let you live." "Even if I didn't know the formula, you'd have to kill me before you hurt her." "Heroic acts are not well rewarded these days, Mr. Krycek. You know... if you were so kind as to reveal the formula to us.. we can let you live. We do need a strong army against the colonization." The Well Manicured Man offered. "No way. Never. After defeating the colonization then what? You use the army to take over the world?" "Something like that. I assume you're refusing my offer as well, Ms. Scully?" "I've already promised not to reveal the information." She answered. "Pity. Kill them." The Well Manicured Man yawned the leaned against the wall. "Wait!" Krycek suddenly cried out. "Changed your mind, Mr. Krycek?" The Well Manicured Man smirked. "Yes. Yes, I changed my mind. I'll tell you the formula." "Oh? Do tell." The Well Manicured Man snapped his fingers and one of the men with a beard put away his gun and took out a tape recorder. After c arefully pressing the record button and setting it on the table, the man regained his hold on his 9 millimeter. "Before I say anything, I think you should know something." "What's that, Mr. Krycek?" "When I get my hands around your throat, you'll be very, very sorry that you ever met me." Before he finished his sentence, he kicked up a familiar looking metallic gray can. The can had been lying besides Krycek's foot the whole time, blocked to the men's view behind the couch. Krycek kicked the can upwards towards the men and hit bull's eye square on the forehead of the bearded man. There was a bit residual traces of the smoke trapped inside the can, and came to life again by the violent movement. The smoke sprayed into the man's eyes. The man screamed in agony, dropped his gun, brought his hands up to his face and dropped to his knees. Scully reached for the lamp, tore it away from its wire, and flung it towards the man with the jagged scar. The lamp shattered against the man's head and blood flowed from his forehead. This all happened so fast that the Well Manicured Man barely had time to react. Krycek picked up the gun that the bearded man had dropped and shot the scarred man in the chest. The scarred man scream and dropped like a sack, clutching his chest as he went down. Krycek signaled Scully to pick up the scared man's gun and then turned his gun to the Well Manicured Man. "Mr. Krycek..." The Well Manicured Man held up his hands in defeat. "Please, Mr. Krycek..." Krycek stepped up the the Well Manicured Man and shoved the gun into his mouth. "Say your prayers." Krycek snarled. The Well Manicured Man employed a desperate begging look in his eyes and pleaded to Scully. "Krycek..." Scully said softly. He ignored her. "Krycek..." "God damn it, all my life everyone's taking advantage of me and betraying me. I had Marita. You made her betray me. My fight against the colonization was all I had left to keep living for. Now you had to go and take that away from me." Krycek shook violently. "I have nothing left! Even if I find a new reason to live, you'll just keep taking it away from me." "Alex..." Scully called him again softly. She walked to him and gently laid a hand on his shoulder. "Alex, you don't have to kill him. I'm here with you. Nothing's going to make me leave you. You have me, okay?" Krycek shook his head and cocked his gun. The Well Manicured Man trembled with fright. Scully sighed. Krycek leaned close to the Well Manicured Man and stared harshly into his eyes. The Well Manicured Man flinched just by his piercing eyes. "I don't need a gun to punish a bastard like you." Krycek drove his knee into the Well Manicured Man's stomach. Pulling the gun out of the man's mouth, he lifted it and then brought it down hard on the Well Manicured Man's neck, knocking him unconscious. "You're not worth getting my hand dirty." Krycek tucked the gun into his belt and took Scully by the hand then quickly made their exit. They ran out into the the dark night on the streets. They walked fast paced down the street and constantly looked back to check if anyone was following them. After at least 2 miles or so, Krycek pulled Scully aside into a dark alley. "You okay?" He breathed as he gently caressed her face. "God damn it, Alex, I don't feel safe anymore." She said, with tears coming to her eyes. "Shh.. shh.. it's okay. I won't let anything hurt you." He stared into her eyes. The desire to kiss him arose in her once again. It would be the third time she tried to kiss him and Scully wondered if that was such a wise decision. Before she can make a proper decision, he moved his hand to her head and pulled her in for a kiss. His mouth warmed her cold lips with a deep passionate kiss and provided comfort. Scully wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him back. When they parted, both were out of breath. "What are we doing?" She asked. It seemed like a stupid question with an easy answer. But more laid underneath the surface. "I don't know." He said softly. "This is wrong." "Very wrong." Then he kissed her again. When they parted she gazed into his eyes once again. "Then why am I loving this so much?" + + + + + + 3: 35 AM Mulder quickly punched a number on his cellphone and waited while the phone rang. After two rings, someone picked up. "You better have good reason to wake me up again." The First Elder said grumpily. "I'm sorry, sir. But this is urgent." Mulder said. "What is it?" "Good news. Krycek has lost his support from the Resistance." "How did that happen?" "Your colleague was the only one who really supported him in the Resistance- only because they wanted the same information we did and they believed that he would help them get it. Since we discovered that Scully knew the formula and pressured her to reveal it, they decided that they'd rather lose the project than let us have a chance at suceeding it. Your colleague and two other men showed up at Scully's apartment and attempted to kill them both." "Go on." "Well, we think they failed. Neighbors called 911 to report a gunshot. Our agent inside the police station with held the information and called me instead. I was in the area and I arrived there 10 minutes later. I found your colleague unconscious and two men on the floor." "Was my colleague alive?" "Well, sir, I've taken the liberty of executing him for you." "Good work, Mulder." The First Elder sounded relaxed. "This means that Krycek and Scully would be alive?" "Well... unless they're stopped by more of your colleague's men on their way out." "Mr. Mulder, you realize that we can not fail. I've betrayed the Consortium, you've betrayed the FBI. Should we fail and they find out that it was us who are the spies, we would suffer the most horrible death ever known to mankind. Do you know why we chose you, Mr. Mulder?" "Because I'll feed your dog on weekends?" "Because you're a back stabbing, greedy traitor. We've approached all members of the Scully, Mulder and Presley family. You're the only one who would gladly trade in human kind for some power and money." "Yeah, that power and money will beat what I'll ever earn in this life." "Exactly. You think about your future, Mr. Mulder. Sadly, your father had never told you the formula. I supposed we could've killed you instead of paring you with Ms. Scully in hopes that you'd approach her or some member of her family and extract the information. Which brings us to the major reason of why we hired you in the first place- you're deceiving, charming and seductive. But lately it seems that your charm has wore off on her." "Never." Mulder said confidently. "I know her. She'll always listen to me." "THEN GET THE INFORMATION." The First Elder bellowed. "And soon, Mr. Mulder. Or the next person who dies will be you." "I don't think so. I think I'll take you up on that traumatic experience advice you gave." "Really? Who's the victim?" "Oh... a little family vacationing in Vermont." Mulder said casually. "I believe their names are Bill, Tara.... and let's not forget little Matthew. I assure you, two days from now, Scully will be back in my arms and ready to spill everything." "Good. Will you need guns or extra hands to do the job?" "No, no. I'm just going to go see the woman doctor that treated my shoulder." '"Fine. Do it." Then the phone went dead. + + + + + + ***END OF PART 2***