The Alex Chronicles 5: Transformations

By Lady Midath

Disclaimer:I don't any of them and since CC killed of the series I figure they are all up for grabs anyway. No profit is being made either, as if anyone cares*bg*.

Fandom:X Files

Pairing: Krycek/Mulder, Krycek/OC's but mostly Krycek/Skinner

Rating:NC17 for angst, language, m/m sex some violence, mention of torture.

Archive:Sure, just let me know where my baby's going

Spoilers:Please assume all episodes

Status:Part Five

Summary:Alex and Mulder work together on another case

Thank you to Helen for the excellent beta-ing, many hugs to you hon. :-)

This is told from Alex's POV


The Alex Chronicles 5: Transformations
By Lady Midath


Riverview Apartment Complex

Christ but I was tired. Wearily I dragged myself into my apartment, my body aching and all but collapsed on the couch.

I had spent the day wading through the paper work that seemed to be the curse of every FBI agent's life. Then afterwards I had called in for my usual drink at the bar around the corner from where I worked. After knocking back a couple of vodkas straight, I headed back to my apartment planning on nothing more than a hot shower, something to eat and bed.

I was just considering heating up some left over Chinese that was still sitting in the fridge, hell; I was too tired to broil the steak that I had picked up after work yesterday. I was just about to heave myself up off the couch and head towards the kitchen, when the phone rang. It was Walter.

"Hi Alex, you busy?"

"No actually I'm not." I replied. "I was just about to heat up something to eat."

"Don't bother." Walter said cheerfully. "I'll grab something for us on the way over. Do you like Italian?"

"Yeah, Italian is great." I told him. I heard his chuckle over the phone.

"Okay then, I'll be there soon I can."

Walter was as good as his word. Arms laden with brown paper bags, he walked into the living room.

"Something smells good." I remarked as he carried the bags into the kitchen and set them down onto the counter. "What did you get?" I asked.

"Oh a little of this, a little of that." Walter replied. "And," he produced a bottle of red wine with a flourish, "this as the piece de resistance."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "It looks like you thought of everything." I replied.

"As your Assistant Director it's my job to think of everything." Walter said with a smile. I smiled back, it was nice to see him like this rather than the usually stern humourless AD that sat behind his desk all day. This was the Walter Skinner I much preferred.

"I hope you're hungry." Walter was saying as he pulled carton after carton of food out of the bags. The fragrant aroma of lasagna and ravioli permeated the kitchen, making my mouth water.

"Starving actually." I replied with a grin. "Wouldn't happen to have any garlic bread in there by any chance have you?" I loved garlic bread.

I laughed out loud when Walter pulled out a long roll liberally slathered with garlic butter out of one of the bags, the strong aroma wafting over towards me, making my mouth water. He had thought of everything indeed.

Soon we were both sitting around the tiny dining room table. I had even managed to find a couple of candles and now their light was casting soft shadows on the walls.

I watched as Walter poured the wine into matching glasses, marveling at the simple economic grace of his movements. I lifted my glass in a silent toast, tasting the wine as well as drinking in the bigger man's presence.

"A penny for your thoughts."

I glanced over at Walter. "I doubt that they're worth that much." I replied with a shrug.

"I think they are worth a whole lot more." Walter said quietly. I frowned slightly, suddenly uncomfortable under his close scrutiny.

"Do you?" It was an inane answer but for the life of me, I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Why are you working with Mulder on the X Files?"

On the surface the question seemed innocent enough but I could hear the tension bubbling underneath. I lifted my head to look at him, puzzled. What had brought this up?

Seeing the look on my face, Walter sighed and set his glass back down onto the table.

"I need to know Alex." He said, speaking in that quiet matter of fact way of his, not blustering, or demanding, or resorting to threats. Just a simple question, softly asked over a glass of wine.

"I have my orders Walter." I replied. There, it was out in the open now. Well, why not? After all, he knew who I was working for. The same man as he was.

"Your orders being to discredit the X Files." It was not a question. I nodded. "That's right Walter. To discredit the X Files and Fox Mulder."

"Why?"

"You know the answer to that." I replied. "You know how close Mulder has been getting to them...to the truth. The damage that he's doing to these men. They have had enough, they want Mulder out of the way once and for all."

"It's a wonder that they don't simply put a bullet through the back of his head." Walter muttered, almost to himself. "After all, that seems to be more their style."

"He's too valuable to them." I replied with a light shrug. "They want him alive, well at least the Smoking Man does anyway. The others, well I don't think they give a rat's ass whether Mulder lives or dies, just as long as he stays the hell out of their way."

Walter lifted his head, giving me a sharp glance. "The Smoking Man wants to keep Fox Mulder alive?" He asked incredulously. "Jesus, that would have to be a first for the black hearted son of a bitch."


"Mulder seems to have some sort of special place in what passes for Smoky's heart." I replied, using my private nickname for my employer. "I have no idea why that is, but while he's alive, Mulder's life is completely safe. Well, safe enough anyway." I added, thinking about the other, more senior members of the Consortium. They all cordially loathed Mulder and would have been more than happy to have him out of their way.

I heard a gentle sigh from across the table and looked over at Walter. His face had taken on a thoughtful cast now. The lines of that strong, craggy face that I had grown to love so much had softened, his mouth pursing slightly as what I had just told him ticked over in his mind.

"Alex." He said finally.

"What is it?"

"I want you to do something for me."

My eyes narrowed slightly. "It depends on what it is." I replied.

"I want you to leave the Bureau."

I stared at Walter, stunned. "Leave?"

He nodded. "That's right Alex, leave. I don't care how you explain it to Mulder, or the DD. Or the Director for that matter. But I want you to leave as soon as you can."

"Jesus Christ Walter you can't ask me to do something like that!" I exploded. "You know what would happen to me if I just up and left."

Suddenly I stopped. Wasn't that what I wanted to do all along? Wasn't that precisely what I had been planning?

Quickly, to cover my confusion, I continued.

"If I were to fuck this up now Walter, you know what the Smoking man would do to me. You know full fucking well what he's capable of." Even the thought of it was enough to send a chill down my spine. Spender was not a man you ever wanted to cross.

Suddenly my thoughts turned back to Winston, a small, ineffectual young man that had worked as a computer programmer turned hacker for the Elite.

After a number of successful systems break-ins that had led to several unexplained deaths, he had decided that he did not want to do the job any more. Over the time, Winston had slowly grown a conscience and as a result, the Elders had decided to make an example of him. Needles to say his punishment had not been a pretty one, but it had sure as hell been memorable. If he had simply walked away, he probably would have been given the gift of a quick death. A bullet in the brain. But Winston had decided to make a stand, he had wanted to right some wrongs. After sending several top secret documents to certain people, Mulder being one of them, the Elite had decided that Winston's mistake should be a lesson for us all..

It had taken him four days to die. Four long hideous days that I would remember for as long as I lived.

We had been forced to watch, the younger members of the Consortium as well as us, the drones. We had stood around, sickened by the stench and the raw looking thing hanging from metal restraints fixed to the ceiling. Oh yes, this had been a lesson well learnt for all of us. Driven home with each new outrage to the body of the thing that had once been Winston.

I can still recall the stink of blood and terror, sweat mingling with the piss and shit that had stained the man's legs and the floor beneath. Well what had remained of his legs anyway.

With a shudder, I recalled the awful croaky noises that he made while the dutymen worked on him. His vocal chords had given out hours before and the only sound he could make during the end were raspy frog like noises.

The sounds that I still heard in my dreams.

"I can't just walk away Walter." I told the older man flatly. "Please don't ask me to. Look, I know that you are trying to protect him, to protect both him and Scully but to ask me to go against Spender and the Consortium. It's too much...I can't."

Walter stared at me for a moment, he had heard the pain and fear in my voice.

"I'm sorry Alex, I should have realized that Spender isn't the kind of man that you can just walk away from. I won't bring this back up again." With that we both went back to our meal, neither of us mentioning the subject again that night.




TWO

Slowly, I took the silky hard cock into my mouth. Using lips and tongue, I caressed Walter's shaft, feeling every tiny twitch and jerk that it made while I pleasured the man lying supine on the bed.

"Ohhh, Jesus Alex..."

I could not resist a grin. Poor Walter. We had fucked for god knows how many hours on end, using positions not even the Karma Sutra of the Dummy's Guide to The Joy Of Sex had thought of mentioning.

"What's wrong Walter?" I asked, releasing his dick from my mouth. After all, I had been taught never to talk with my mouth full.

"You are going to kill me, you know that don't you." He moaned. "A heart attack, yep, that's what it will be. Or a stoke, one night you will send my blood pressure through the roof and bang, that will be it. Good-bye Walter Sergi Walter."

That made me chuckle. "What's wrong pops? Getting a bit long in the tooth for a good fuck?"

Walter's eyes sprang open and before I could say headjob, he had me down on the bed, my face buried in the pillows.

I gasped as I felt my butt cheeks being pried apart by a pair of strong hands. A blunt finger suddenly found it's way into my asshole and before I could lift my head high enough to protest, I found myself being thoroughly finger fucked.

It was my turn to moan and thrash about as one finger became two and two became three until Walter just about had his whole hand up my ass.

Just as his fingers found my sweet spot, they were withdrawn to be replaced with one very hard penis.

Involuntary shudders rippled through me as the blunt head of Walter's cock breached the tight ring of muscle and burrowed it's way deep inside.

Without even realizing what I was doing, I lifted my ass, allowing Walter deeper entry into the most private of openings. His thrusts were hard and quick. I could hear his grunts as he bottomed out inside me, hitting the tiny walnut of prostate each time. And each time I screamed his name.

Suddenly it felt like some kind of quake hit me, entirely centered in my ass. Throwing my head back hard enough to make the lines of my neck stand out in sharp relief, I let out a high keening noise. One that I did not think it possible to make.

The climax was a glorious backdoor experience and I shrieked as I felt my own cock spurt underneath me.

Walter's own cock responded beautifully, emptying inside me. Exhausted, the bigger man collapsed on top of me, almost crushing me as he did so.

"Jesus Walter, I think it's you that's trying to kill me." I mumbled into the pillow. I felt a featherlight kiss to the back of my neck, then he rolled off me.

"Still think I'm a bit too long in the tooth boy?" Walter replied with a chuckle.

"No sir, not at all sir." I replied with a grin. Slowly I rolled over onto my back looking up at him. "What can I say Walter, you're a hunk a hunk a burnin' love."

"You got that damn straight boy." He replied in that uber male growl that never failed to send a shiver down my spine. "You just remember that Alex." With that, he gathered me into his arms and held me against him, allowing me to snuggle into his warmth. He was the only man that could ever do that with me. Anyone else would have found themselves being pushed out of the bed and curtly told to get their clothes on and get the hell out. But then, this was not just anyone. This was Walter.

With these thoughts sliding lazily across my mind, I closed my eyes and was soon engulfed in a deep dreamless sleep.



THREE

Riverview Apartments

I had no idea how long I had been asleep for. It was late morning though judging by the strength of the sun steaming in through the half open window of my bedroom. Blinking myself awake, I rolled over, my hand automatically patting the other side of the bed. It was empty, Walter had already left.

"Fuck." I hissed under my breath, I hated it when he did this, he could have woken me up first before he had left. A goodbye fuck would have been nice, or even just a goodbye.

My mood definitely soured now, I climbed out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. A scalding hot shower and a shave later and I was starting to feel a little more human again.

Wandering back into the bedroom, I walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a shirt and a pair of jeans. It was Saturday, the start of the weekend and with Mulder away and Walter at home playing the devoted and dutiful husband, the weekend seemed to stretch out before me endlessly.

I had not heard from Spender since my last report and I had caught up with my Bureau paperwork so I really had nothing to do. I considered taking the car and driving around for awhile, then rejected it. Maybe I could walk down to the diner around the corner and grab some breakfast, then decide what to do from there.

Well it was not much but it was a plan but it would have to do. With that idea in mind, I grabbed my jacket wallet and keys and headed towards the door. Letting myself out of the apartment I headed down onto the hot busy street below.

Whistling softly under my breath, I headed down the street enjoying the sunlight as it warmed my face. Two burly looking youths dressed in oversized shorts and t-shirts passed by me, one of them carrying a huge boom box that was blaring rap music. Inwardly I winced. A lover of jazz and blues, I cordially loathed rap.

"Jerkoffs." I muttered, then smiled ruefully. It was not their shitty music that was putting me on edge, it was the fact that I was faced with having to spend another weekend alone.

The diner was nearly empty so I had no trouble finding an empty booth to slide into. A sweet-faced young girl brought me over a laminated menu and a glass of water, gracing me with a sunny smile that even her braces could not mar.

After ordering the bacon and eggs and a cup of black coffee, I turned to stare out of the window, watching the shoppers as they walked down the street, laden down with bags, small children in tow.

"Hi Alex."

Startled I turned around, coming face to face with an eerily familiar face. Older now, the lines around his eyes more pronounced, but the dark curly hair was still the same.

"Dominick." I replied stunned. "How are you?"

Dominick's smile widened and he quickly put his hand out. Caught completely off guard now, I took it in my own, shaking it.

"My god Alex, I thought it was you." Dominick said. "I was walking past the front door and I just happened to see you sitting there all alone. I thought it was my eyes playing tricks on my before I realized it really was you."

I laughed and shook my head. "Christ Dominick, how long has it been?"

"More years than I care to remember." He replied. "Hey, is it all right if I sit down?"

"Sure it is." I gestured for him to take the seat opposite, which he promptly did.

"So how long have you been here is DC?" I asked him as I gestured to the waitress. Pulling out her order pad, she hurried over to our booth.

"Just coffee, black." Dominick told her. With a nod, she went away to fill the order.

Then turning back to me, he replied.

"I've been here for the last six months. How long have you been here for Alex?"

I shrugged. "Awhile." I replied noncommittally. "I was assigned to the FBI."

Dominick nodded slowly, his still handsome face thoughtful. "I heard that you were working for the fibbies." He said. "Some sort of baby-sitting job isn't it?"

I could feel a flush of warmth as the colour crept up into my cheeks. Is that what everyone working for the Consortium thought? That I was some kind of glorified baby-sitter? Struggling to keep my voice even, I replied.

"I would like to think that's it's a little more complex than that."

He must have seen the expression on my face because Dominick nodded, hastening to agree.

Picking up my own cup of coffee that the waitress had set down in front of me along with my breakfast, I asked.

"So what have they got you doing?" The question was casual enough but I could already see the cogs going around in Dominick's head. He was trying to work out how much he could safely tell me without compromising his own position with the Consortium.

I waited, not wanting to push him, after all in our line of work discretion was what kept us alive. No one could ultimately trust anyone and we all accepted this as absolutely normal. Today's friend and ally could quite easily become the one that *retired* you tomorrow, and no hard feelings because it was all part of the job.

"A bit of this and that." He finally answered, lifting the cup of coffee to his mouth. "Surveillance work mostly."

"I heard about your promotion." I replied drily. "I never got the chance to congratulate you."

The glance that Dominick now gave me was both sharp and appraising. He was trying to figure out how deep the grudge was that I might be holding against him. But the truth was; there was no grudge to hold. He had merely been following orders that day when he had been told to seduce me. If he had objected or worse still, refused to obey a direct order; then his own career would have been come to an abrupt and probably very messy end.

Still I couldn't blame him for being cautious, my reputation within the Consortium was well known to all. No one ever wanted make an enemy of me.

"Look Alex," he began. "That entire setup, that was never my idea. In fact I thought that what they did was pretty shitty..."

Raising my hand, I cut him off. "It's all water under the bridge." I told him softly. "You had your orders and you followed them, simple as that."

"Still," Dominick looked doubtful, then his face clearing; he replied.

"It is good to see you again Alex, it really is." And in that moment, I actually believed him.

We sat and talked for awhile, catching up on everything that had happened to the both of us since our time at the Facility. As it turned out, he was married now with a couple of kids, a boy and a girl.

"Plus a mortgage on a house in the suburbs and a dog." Dominick added laughing. "Who would have thought huh?"

I smiled at him, marveling at how little he had changed. The quick easy smile that always seemed to hover around the edges of his mouth was still there. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. Just sitting here with him was like taking a giant step back in time.

Suddenly my cell phone rang, startling me and I quickly reached into my jacket pocket to pull it out.

"Krycek here."

"Hi Alex, it's me Mulder, I just got back."

"Hi Mulder." I replied. "Have a good trip?"

"Yeah as a matter of fact I did." He replied, sounding more animated than usual. "Where are you now?"

"Sitting in a diner." I told him repressing a sigh. "Why?"

"I have something to show you. Tell me where the diner is and I'll come straight there."

"No, meet me back at my apartment." I told him, ignoring Dominick's questioning glance. "See you soon." With that, I hung up.

"So that's the famous Fox Mulder." Dominick remarked. "From what I hear, he's been quite a thorn in the Consortium's side."

I could not help but grin at that. "He's done a bit of damage here and there."

"It's a wonder that the old man doesn't have him taken care of." Dominick replied. "Hell, if I was in charge I would have had the bastard strung up by the balls by now."

"Spender has his reasons for keeping Mulder alive." I replied noncommittally. With that I got to my feet, tossing some bills down onto the table.

"Yeah, well you're probably right." Dominick said with a slow shake of his head. "But still."

"It was great seeing you again." I told him, and with some surprise, I realized that it was true. There was something innately likable about Dominick, and later I would learn, that's what made him so fucking dangerous.

After shaking hands and promising to keep in touch, I left the diner and headed back towards my apartment and to what ever it was that Mulder had to show me. Well whatever it was, it would be a diversion although I could not help but wish that it was Walter that had called me instead.



FOUR

Riverview Apartments

It didn't take Mulder long to turn up on the doorstep. He was holding a small wooden box and practically brimming with excitement.

He accepted the beer that I handed to him, then seating myself on the sofa, I said.

"Okay Mulder, let's have it. What have you managed to find?"

"Proof that my sister is still alive."

I stared at him for a moment, a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach was telling me that whatever it was that he had found, it was going to be bad news and more than likely for the both of us.

"I got a tip-off from a source of mine a couple of days ago." Mulder continued as he sat down beside me. "An email telling me about a facility just west of here. I went and checked it out..."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked him, cutting him off in mid stream. "I could have gone with you." You stupid son of a bitch, I added mentally.

"I needed to go on my own." He replied, lifting his eyes up to meet mine.

Because you still still don't trust me, I wanted to scream at him. Even though we spent a night fucking not that long ago, you still don't trust me. Aloud I replied.

"I thought that we were supposed to be partners Mulder." I must have injected the right amount of hurt into my voice because suddenly he was looking rather ashamed of himself. Served him right, the stupid prick.

"I'm sorry Alex." He replied contritely. "I know that we are partners but I had to do this on my own." He gazed at me as though he expected me to understand. Suddenly I felt a bolt of pure rage ripple through me and with difficulty, I fought it down.

"It's just that I thought that you trusted me, that's all." I replied with a sorrowful shake of my head. Hell I knew how downright manipulative I was being now but I had to try and pull the reins back in on him somehow before he got himself and quite possibly me into some real shit.

Mulder said nothing for a moment, then I heard him sigh. "I do trust you Alex." He replied.

"Okay then." I said forcing a smile. "Well at least tell me what's in that box you have there."

Carefully, almost reverently, Mulder placed it down onto my coffee table and opened the lid. Leaning over., I peered inside. Nestled in amongst a pile of tissue paper were several vials filled with what looked like clear liquid.

"I don't understand Mulder, what is it I'm looking at?"

"It's her DNA." Mulder replied, his voice hushed. "It belongs to her Alex. It's Samantha's DNA."

"Where did you find this, exactly" I asked him, the sinking feeling had just magnified itself tenfold now.

"A building a few hours from here." He replied. "It looks as though it used to be a lab of some kind but it's been abandoned. There's practically nothing left but a few filing cabinets and shit. I found these hidden inside one of the cabinets."

"But how do you know that this belongs to your sister?" I asked gesturing towards the vials. "There aren't even labeled."

"The vials aren't, no." He explained. "But the cabinet I found them in was. There were files as well. There was a nearly complete medical history detailing the experiments they were carrying out on her. The bastards." He added darkly.

Oh Christ, I thought, my mind racing helplessly now. How the fuck was I going to be able to deal with this?

"Look Mulder, is there any chance at all that all this might be a hoax?" I asked as gently as I could. Mulder looked up at me and I could see how deeply he was wounded by all this. His excitement was merely a cover for his grief.

"A hoax?" He asked hoarsely. "Alex, why would any of this be a hoax? What the hell would be the point?"

"To make you believe that your sister is still alive." I answered him gently. "Think about it Mulder." I continued earnestly. "Why the hell would they leave this kind of damaging evidence in an abandoned building? And why tip you off specifically. It has to be some kind of set up....it has to be."

Mulder sat beside me silent, his head lowered as he thought it through. I waited, my own heart hammering in my chest. It was a set up all right, but not the kind that Mulder thought it might be. Someone in the Consortium planted that DNA there for Mulder to find. But the question was, who and more importantly...why?

"I'll take this to Scully." He said suddenly, making me jump a little. "She can have this analyzed."

"Good idea." I agreed, although I knew that the sample was never going to make it to any lab. I could not afford to let that DNA get tested no matter what.

"I am right though Alex." He said abruptly, almost angrily. "It does belong to her I'm sure of it. It's proof that she could still be alive."

"Then take it to Scully, see what the results are and then at least you can be sure." I told Mulder as I walked him to the front door.

"Sure." He replied, then turning he gave me a quick smile. "Thanks Alex."

"For what?"

"I don't know." He replied with a slight shrug. "For everything I guess, for being here, for putting up with my shit. You know."

"It's okay." I replied warmly. "After all, what are partners for."

After closing the door behind Mulder, I walked back over to the couch, my mind racing now. Shit but this was turning into one huge fuck up. First of all I had to get those samples back and then I had to try and find out who had planted them there in the first place. I knew it had to be deliberate, samples like that were not just left lying around for any old Tom Dick or FBI agent to find.

Moving fast now, I headed into my bedroom to change from the jeans and shirt I was wearing into loose fitting black pants and a black pullover. A quick once over of my weapons and I was ready for business. And as I headed out of my apartment I swore a silent oath to find out who the fuck was behind this because I fully intended to put their ass in a sling.



FIVE

A carpark in Washington DC five days later

Stifling a yawn I glanced at my watch. It was after one in the morning and here I was stuck in a deserted carpark waiting for Spender to appear.

He had called me earlier that day with strict instructions to meet him here so here I was like the good little assistant that I was.

The sudden glare of headlights heralded his arrival and I braced myself. Ever since I had informed him of Mulder's findings, he had been on edge, snappy and unpredictable. Something big was going down in the upper echelons of the Consortium, possibly the inner circle itself and whatever it was, it was having one hell of an unsettling effect on Spender.

The passenger door opened and old Smoky himself climbed in, settling himself beside me.

"Alex." A perfunctionary greeting.

"Mr Spender." I replied inclining my head slightly, careful to keep my voice politely neutral. One thing about Spender, he always expected two things from his employees. Absolute loyalty and respect.

"You managed to recover the vials of DNA?"

Just like Spender, straight down to it.

"Yes I did." I replied. "Mulder took the DNA samples straight to Scully who then delivered them to the FBI laboratory. I managed to access the codes that allowed me entry into the lab. There I managed to recover the vials and erase all evidence that they had ever been there."

"What did you do with the samples?" He asked, bending his head down slightly as he lit a cigarette. The glowing tip illuminating his deeply lined features.

"I destroyed them, that and the rest of the evidence as well." I told him. "The building that Mulder's informant told him about was an old abandoned Consortium testing lab."

Spender grunted at that, it was clear that this was old news to him. But I shouldn't have been surprised, after all the old bastard had his finger on everything.

"Have you managed to discover who it ws that had set all this up?" He asked me. I shook my head.

"Whoever it had been has covered their tracks quite thoroughly." I answered.

"I want you to find out who it was Alex." Spender replied, his voice chillingly soft. "And when you do, you are to take the appropriate steps to insure that something like this does not happen again."

"I will sir." I replied, then unable to help myself, I turned towards him.

"Sir, I don't understand, why are you protecting him? It's clear that the rest of the Consortium..."

"I have my reasons Alex. Reasons that I have no intentions of sharing with you." The volume of his voice had not changed, but his words could not have had a stronger effect on me if he had yelled at the top of his lungs.

"You do not question me ever, you follow any and all orders that I give you. Is that clear?" He had turned his head now to look at me, pinning me with those cold eyes of his.

"Because you have problems with this arrangment Alex, let me know now so we can correct it."

"No sir." I mumbled. "There's no problem at all."

"Good." With that he let himself out of my car. The door slammed shut behind him and I watched as he walked back towards his own car.

A clear shot. The thought rose unbidden to my mind. I have a clear shot, all it would take is a single bullet and all my worries would be over.

But instead of reaching for my gun, I watched him climb into his own car, start the engine and drive away. Then reaching up, I started my own car hardly aware that my hands had begun to shake.


End Of Part Five