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X-File Eve
Part 6

A Parasite Eve/X-Files Crossover fic
By: M.H. Torringjan

	Well, I'm almost finished with this fanfic!  I decided to split the last 
part up because it was getting so long (about 22 pages).  Now, I'm going to be 
jumping into some major exposition in this chapter, and it might seem kind of 
off the wall to some of you.  Just stick with me, and I'll try to make it make 
sense in the end.  I doubt that I'm too far out of line for that to happen.  The 
way I see it, if you're going to do something, go all out with it.  That's 
really all I've got to say about this chapter.  Enjoy!

November 25, 2001
Harden Facility, East wing
Harden Florida, 4:53 a.m.

	Scully and Doggett stepped off of the elevator on the second floor of the 
compound, their pockets stuffed with documents of information for Aya.
	"Doggett, I think that before we go to find Agent Brea, we should check 
this other elevator to see if we can find anything else," Scully said.
	"That's a good idea..." Doggett said, trailing off.  He had noticed 
something strange about the room they were in a moment before she had said 
anything.  The screaming ANMC's from outside were gone.  That could mean two 
things.  Either the ANMC's had lost interest and gone away, which Doggett 
doubted, or-
	"Look out!" Scully exclaimed, jumping to the left and shooting her assault 
rifle behind Doggett.  Doggett jumped out of the way and landed in a crouch, 
ready to act.  He turned and addressed the Stalker that had been behind him.  He 
pumped off a few shots along with Scully, dropping the creature in its place.  
And usually, if there was one, there were more.  Doggett turned and watched the 
walls and floor for any movement.  He didn't notice the ceiling, though, where 
another Stalker appeared above Scully and dropped onto her head.
	Doggett turned at Scully's cry of pain, dropped his gun and ran to help 
her.  He grabbed the ANMC on the body, tore it from Scully's scalp, and threw it 
to the ground a few feet away.  He took Scully's gun and used it on the ANMC 
before it could recover.  As Scully took out a small recovery pack, Doggett 
retrieved his gun.  He pulled his GPS from his pocket to check the status of the 
room, and it was apparently empty.
	"So, you were saying?" Doggett asked as Scully stood up.
	"Oh, nothing," Scully sighed.  "Let's just take that other elevator."  The 
two stepped on the third elevator and pressed the button to descend the shaft.  
The elevator, instead of smoothly gliding downward, jolted downwards, shaking 
the whole way.  Scully held onto the hand-bars to steady herself in anticipation 
of a rough stop at the bottom.
	When the elevator shuddered to a stop at its resting place,  Scully and 
Doggett stepped off into a large room filled with crates and machinery.
	"What's this place?" Scully asked, semi-rhetorically.
	"It looks like some kind of storage facility," Doggett replied.  Scully 
walked to the nearest pile of crates and checked the registration card on the 
bottom one.
	"It doesn't say what it is," she reported.
	"Well, I guess there's only one way to find out what's inside," Doggett 
said, picking up a nearby crowbar.  He plunged the metal between the planks and 
began to pry, receiving the sound of wood cracking as the sides of the box came 
undone gradually.  After a few minutes of prying, the end came off of the box 
and landed on the floor with a loud clank.  Inside the box, there were large 
bags of agricultural supplies.
	"Maybe they were sent to the wrong place," he responded to Scully's 
quizzical look.  Scully took the crowbar from Doggett and went to a different 
pile of crates.  She began prying at the bottom crate and removed the side of 
another crate, as had Doggett.  Inside that one, she found packets of food-
stuffs, ready-to-eat.  In the back of the room, there was a set of lights on 
across the ceiling, illuminating what appeared to be a contained area in the 
back of the room.  She had heard a movement in that area.
	"Doggett, back there," she whispered, motioning towards the source of the 
sound she had heard.  Both of them left their crates, readied their guns, and 
moved quietly towards the back of the room.  They rounded the corner of the 
crate where Scully had heard the sound and waved their gun in its general 
direction.  A human scream came from the end of the pair of barrels.
	"Please, don't shoot me!" said the high, human voice.  The person on the 
other end of it held his hands over his head in surrender.  On the ground beside 
him, there was a small handgun, loaded.
	"We hadn't planned on it," Doggett replied.  "After all, you're not one of 
those creatures.  Now, the question remains, who *are* you?"
	"I don't know why I should tell you anything," the man said.
	"We're with the FBI, and we're here to help you," Scully said.
	"You aren't with our group, so you're not helping anything," the man 
replied, dropping his hands to his side.  "I'd imagine there's nothing that can 
help us at this point."
	"What do you mean?  You worked here?" Doggett asked, keeping his sights 
trained on the man.
	"Well, no one else would be trapped here, would they?" the man replied.  
"They wouldn't make it past the security system we've got set up around here.  
And even if they did, they'd have to contend with the ANMC's, the Golem 
soldiers, and the enhanced-mitochondria patient gone mad."
	"Seems like from what we've seen around here, Azra took care of the 
security himself," Doggett commented.
	"So, you know his name?" the man said.
	"We've been looking around for a while, and we ran across him earlier," 
Scully replied.
	"And he didn't kill you?!" the man gasped, clearly amazed.
	"He almost did," Scully said.  "There's another agent here, a specialist 
in this kind of case."
	"Let me guess, MIST?" the man said.  "Doesn't surprise me one bit."
	"What do you mean?" Scully asked.
	"MIST was organized for this very purpose, to clean up in case we mess 
up," the man said.  "Of course, they don't know that.  They really think they're 
a legitimate organization, but they're just a precautionary measure so that we 
can continue our work."  Scully and Doggett stared, amazed, at the man.
	"Who are you?" Scully asked again.
	"I'm just a researcher, doing government-funded projects.  No one 
special," the man replied.
	"What's your name?" Scully asked, clarifying what she wanted to know.
	"If you insist on knowing, I'm Jonathan Brandburg," the man replied.
	"Do you know anything about the objectives of your projects here?" Doggett 
asked.
	"Of course, we all did," Jonathan replied.  "The company that was 
receiving the funding had to let us know what we were getting into"- he chuckled 
ironically to himself, "Well, most of what we were getting into, anyway."
	"What was going on at this plant?" Scully asked.
	"I guess you've heard all about the sinister government plot to turn the 
whole population into ANMC's, right?" Jonathan said.  "Think whatever you want.  
That's what we're doing.  As in any society, there needs to be a controlling 
factor, so we produce and train the candidates here and in the other facilities 
across the nation.  After the candidates turn the populace into ANMC's, they 
take control of the resultant masses and direct them as is appropriate.  Every 
one of the facilities is supposed to output one of these candidates, and the one 
that's best suited to the job is retained.  The other specimens are disposed of 
appropriately.  At every facility, one trait of the candidate is manipulated to 
observe how the results are effected.  At this particular facility, we were 
assigned to change the subject's sex from female to male."
	"What purpose could that serve?" Scully asked.
	"Well, after the Dry Field incident, someone came up with the idea that 
the reason for the lack of cooperation in their subject was linked to the 
emotional traits of females.  This same person thought that it might be a good 
idea for us to try a male, since the innate emotions of males might be more 
suited to our purposes.  Apparently, they were a bit too right this time.  The 
subject's natural aggression was somehow amplified, and he rebelled against our 
control, intent on taking the project to fruition on his own," Jonathan 
explained.
	"And how is it you survived this massacre?" Doggett asked.
	"Let's just say I've played a few good games of hide and seek," Jonathan 
replied.
	"With that tiny thing?" Doggett asked skeptically, motioning towards the 
handgun that still rested on the ground beside Brandburg.
	"What, you think I'm one of those shape-shifting bastards?"
	"There are shape-shifting bastards?" Doggett shot back.
	"You haven't even seen the half of it," Jonathan said.
	"We've seen enough of it to send you and everyone else involved to jail 
for a long time," Doggett threatened.
	"You say it as if everyone else isn't already dead.  Besides, we've got 
protection from on high," Jonathan replied.
	"I hope you're not referring to any deities, cause that's not going to do 
you any good against a judge," Doggett said.
	"You wish it'd be that easy!" Jonathan replied.
	"Doggett, I don't think we're going to get anywhere with him at the 
moment," Scully said.  "We should just get moving to try and find Agent Brea."
	"Agent Brea?!" Jonathan exclaimed.
	"You recognize the name?" Doggett asked.
	"You mean, they sent her out here for this?!" Jonathan exclaimed again.  
"Damn!  That's the one thing that we don't need!"
	"What do you mean?" Scully asked.
	"She's the only one who can stop the program in its tracks, with her 
mutated mitochondria," Jonathan explained.
	"And here, we thought we were going to get the kill," Doggett commented 
sarcastically.  "Let's go, Scully."  He turned to head for the elevator again.
	"You're too late to do anything about it," Jonathan commented as they 
walked away.  "Enjoy your life as ANMC's, you parasites!"  Doggett and Scully 
pressed the button on the elevator to head back up to the second floor, en route 
to the first floor.

	Aya ran down the winding corridors that lead towards where she felt Azra 
waiting for her to meet him.  She still wasn't quite sure what to do if she was 
going to save Azra.  The thought slowed her pace to a walk.  She had to stop 
him, but there was no way that she was going to leave him to die as some hopped-
up NMC.  She just couldn't think of anything that would leave him alive while 
neutralizing his mitochondria.  Perhaps she could develop a plan or something.  
She looked down at her wrist-watch.  It had been a couple of hours since she had 
last checked in at HQ.  She somehow knew that Azra would wait for her where he 
was, so she probably had time to check in with Rupert and tell them the 
situation.
	She ducked into the first room on her left, the rampaged office that 
Scully and Doggett had been in earlier and shifted some papers aside to find the 
phone, hoping that it wasn't too badly damaged.  It was still in one piece, 
which seemed a good sign to her.  She picked up the receiver and heard a dial-
tone.  Grinning slightly, she dialed the number for the office.  Behind her, she 
heard Agent Mulder enter the room.
	"Hey, I told you to wait for me," Mulder insisted.  Aya signaled for him 
to wait a moment as the phone rang a couple of times.  Finally, someone picked 
up on the other end.
	"Please state your business," Jodie's voice said
	"Jodie, it's me," Aya said.
	"Oh, Aya!  It's you!  That was quick.  Have you worked out the problems 
down there yet?" Jodie asked.
	"Just the beginning.  I need to speak to Kunihiko," Aya said.
	"What?  Okay, I'll get him," Jodie said, setting the phone to hold 
momentarily.  Aya frowned as soothing music drifted across the phone lines, a 
remnant of when real people called the phones of the office.  Since they had 
made it a private line for agents, though, they had no need for it.  She had no 
idea why they had left it on there for so long.  The phone line picked up again 
as Rupert finally got Jodie's message.
	"Aya, what do you need?" he asked.
	"Maeda, we've got a major incident going down here," Aya exclaimed.  "They 
were using this facility like the one in Dry Field, to raise a clone of me, like 
Eve."
	"Another Eve?" Maeda repeated, obviously caught off-guard by the tone of 
his voice.
	"Yes, except this one's a boy.  His name's Azra, and he's much stronger 
than Eve was," Aya continued.  "The major problem here is that he used his 
mitochondria too much!  He lost control and turned into something like Eve from 
New York!"
	"A male Eve?!" Maeda exclaimed, his voice changing to shock.  "Aya, you've 
got to do something about him!  You can't let him get loose in the general 
populace, or all hell will break loose!  It'll be worse than New York was!"
	"I know, but I don't want to kill Azra in the process," Aya replied 
somberly.  "Do you have any ideas of what I can do to keep him safe?"
	A moment of silence ensued on the other end of the line as Maeda obviously 
sat, or stood, for that matter, in thought.  "You said that this boy is similar 
to the Eve from Dry Field, right?  That means that he should have cells 
identical to yours, except for the mitochondria."
	"And that little Y chromosome thingy," Aya responded impatiently.
	"Yes, but we obviously don't have time to split hairs over a chromosome or 
two," Maeda replied.  "You don't have the scientific know-how or time to fix the 
problem.  I can think of one solution-"
	"Okay!" Aya replied hastily.
	"BUT, there is a problem with it.  We can use this idea, and the boy may 
turn back to normal.  Conversely, he may melt into a puddle of cells," Maeda 
finished his sentence.
	Aya paused.  That sounded a bit of a false dichotomy, but Maeda usually 
wasn't wrong about these things.  The only thing she could think of to do was 
hear him out and take his suggestion along just in case she couldn't do anything 
for him any other way.  Always got to have a Plan B.  "What's the plan?" she 
asked Maeda.
	"Remember in New York when I gave you the bullets containing your cells to 
disrupt the Ultimate Being's own mitochondria?" Maeda asked.
	"Yeah," Aya replied.
	"This works along the same lines," Maeda replied.  "If you take hollow-
tipped bullets and load samples of your cells into the tips, say, blood cells, 
you can use them in the same way.  Your cells may interact with his as they did 
on the Ultimate Being.  On the other hand, they may go the other way because 
your cells are so similar, sort of pulling his cells under control again and 
changing them back to normal.  I remember seeing during the battle with Eve that 
you turned into a flaming being with wings, similar to Eve's final form.  You 
hurt her badly, and then turned back to normal.  I think this may be because of 
a strong controlling force that your cells had developed over the mitochondria, 
so that when you asked them to act abnormally for you, you could regain control 
of your body afterwards.  Perhaps if you influence some of that force over 
Azra's cells, he can regain control on his own."
	Aya contemplated what he had said.  She remembered letting her 
mitochondria run freely for brief moments multiple times in New York, actually.  
She had thought at the time that she had hallucinated the whole experience, but 
later had realized that it had really happened.  They had helped her to survive 
the juggernaut that was Eve and the Ultimate Being.  She had been able to bring 
them under control because of the frequent, subconscious use of her powers 
during her hunt for Eve.  Azra didn't have that ability yet, probably, not 
because of his inexperience, but because of his lack of strength that came from 
his youth.
	"I'll try it," Aya said.  "I hope you're right, Kunihiko."
	"I do, too," Maeda replied.
	"Can you get Rupert for me?" Aya asked.  Mulder was impatiently tapping 
his feet behind her.
	"Sure, just a minute," Maeda said.  The elevator music returned to the 
line as he ran to Rupert's office.  All Aya could do was roll her eyes.  She'd 
have to remind them to change that, if not take it off.  A moment later, Rupert 
picked up the phone abruptly.
	"Aya?  What's Maeda babbling on about?" Rupert asked.  She explained the 
situation and the proposed solution.
	"And there's another FBI agent here, named Mulder," Aya said.
	"Yeah, that name was mentioned in the report on Scully and Doggett from 
earlier.  He was declared missing in action during a case until he turned up 
halfway dead a few months later.  I guess you've got another babysitting job, 
eh?" Rupert asked.
	"He's going to have to fend for himself while I take care of Azra," Aya 
replied.  "If Scully and Doggett are waiting where I told them to, he was 
looking for them."
	"They're still all right?" Rupert asked.
	"Yeah, they're doing fine.  After our little run-in with Azra, they were 
feeling a bit run-down, but they should be fine by now," Aya replied.  "By the 
way, how about that military assistance?"
	"There should be a deployment of the marines with air force reinforcement 
arriving soon," Rupert replied.  "Try to take care of Azra before then.  There's 
no way to know if they're the real marines or if they're working for someone 
else."
	"All right," Aya said.  "Rupert-"
	"I know what you're going to ask for already, and it'll be tough.  I 
already got you Eve.  I don't know if you can have two.  Besides, you can't take 
in every mitochondria carrier you find," Rupert replied.
	"I know, Rupert.  I just want to try and do something for these children.  
I almost feel like they're mine," Aya said.
	"Well, I guess so," Rupert said.  "Look, I'll see what I can do for you.  
Just do one thing for me.  I know you can do it, so it's less of an order than 
it is an encouragement.  I want you to survive, partner.  You won't be able to 
see what I've done for you if you die before you collect."
	"All right, thanks, partner," Aya replied, smiling.  "Now, if you'll 
excuse me, I've got a kid to save."
	"Take care.  Bye," Rupert said, hanging up.  Aya returned her end of the 
line to the receiver and turned to Agent Mulder.
	"Follow me, please, I may need some help," Aya said as she walked past 
him, through the door.
	"You need *my* help?  Hold it, I thought you were the one in charge here," 
Mulder said, his calm exterior not betraying the slight tinge of nervousness 
produced by the statement.
	"Don't worry, it's nothing really important.  I just may need you to help 
me take some blood," Aya said.
	"Blood?  Dammit, I'm a freelance FBI agent, not a doctor," Mulder replied 
sarcastically, half to himself.  The pair walked down the hallway to the armory 
and Aya approached the BP machine.  She pressed the buttons to get a box of 
hollow-tipped 9mm bullets and purchased an M93R.  That was the same model as her 
old gun, the one she had ended up using in New York.  It seemed rather fitting.  
Besides, that was the only good gun that was available for 9mm bullets.  Aya 
lead him down the hallway to the lab where she had found the security 
information earlier.  She had remembered seeing medical equipment in the room 
when she wasn't busy fighting off the divers.
	She picked up the rolling chair from the floor and set it down beside the 
examination table on the far side of the room.  A small amount of searching 
produced sterile syringes, which she placed on the table beside where she was 
going to sit.
	"Now, I need you to take a syringe full of my blood for me," Aya said.  
"I've never been able to use a needle on myself very well."  She knew it was 
silly to be afraid of doing something wrong with a little needle when her 
mitochondria acted as they did, but she just couldn't help herself.  After all,  
she was only slightly more than human.
	"All right, if you insist," Mulder said, picking up the syringe.  He 
swabbed on the spot on the insides of her elbows where he always had blood taken 
in physicals.  He wasn't sure if that was the right place to do it, but it was 
all he knew to do.  The blood pulsed under the soft spot of her skin, where 
Mulder pricked her.  He didn't move the plunger at all before blood began to 
ooze slowly into the syringe.  "That was quick.  Your blood pressure must be 
high.  I could work on that tension with a massage," Mulder suggested.
	"I'm sure I'll survive without it," Aya replied blandly.
	"Your funeral.  How much do you need?" Mulder asked, grinning.  Aya looked 
over at the filling syringe to watch the level.
	When it reached nearly the top of the syringe, Aya said, "That should be 
plenty."  Mulder removed the needle and replaced it with a cotton swab.  "No 
need," Aya said, removing the swab.  She had used her mitochondria to heal the 
prick and begin replenishing her blood cells, just so that she didn't start 
feeling woozy at a critical moment.  She reached in her jacket pocket and pulled 
out the hollow-tipped bullets that she had just bought.
	"Now, I'm going to insert my blood into the tips of these bullets and hope 
that they work like they're supposed to," Aya said.
	"You know, I'd really like to know what's going on here," Mulder said.  As 
Aya was unscrewing the tip of the first bullet to load, the door opened.  Aya 
gave a start and turned towards the door, her M4A1 at the ready.  Scully and 
Doggett walked through the door, their own weapons at the ready.
	"Mulder?!" Scully exclaimed on seeing her partner standing beside Aya.
	"Hi, Scully, nice to see you, too," Mulder said, grinning smugly.
	"So, you really do know this guy?" Aya asked.
	"Yes, he's my partner," Scully replied, staring Mulder down firmly.  "And 
he's supposed to be taking care of my son right now."
	"Don't worry about it, Scully!  I've left him in the best of care!" Mulder 
said.
	"Who'd you leave him with?" she asked.  If her eyes were daggers, Mulder 
would be dead by now.
	"Oh, just some fully responsible, completely free friends," Mulder said.
	"You don't mean-" Scully sighed, recognition sinking in.
	"Yeah, them," Mulder said.

	The crying issuing from the child reached a frantic peak.  "Frohike, stop 
that!  You're hurting him!" Byers exclaimed.  Frohike had just tried giving it a 
bottle and held it too tightly in the baby's mouth.  In the background, loud 
hard rock echoed through the room.
	"God, Byers, I don't know why you said we would take him off of Mulder's 
hands!" Langly exclaimed.  "You know how well we do with babies!"
	"I didn't volunteer us for anything!" Byers said.  "Mulder just told me we 
were taking the kid while he went off looking for Scully!"
	"Guys, why don't we just call Yves?  She does well with kids," Jimmy said 
from the old, flattened couch in the corner of the room.
	"Can we ever reach Yves?  She's too busy toppling middle-east governments 
to keep a regular phone number!" Frohike exclaimed.  The baby sounded to start 
crying harder, if that was possible.
	"What's its problem now?!" Langly yelled over the racket.
	"I don't think he likes Iron Maiden, Langly!" Byers exclaimed.  "Could you 
turn down the music?!"
	"He's got no taste, then!" Langly yelled back.  "Besides, I work better 
with music!  How am I supposed to get any dirt on this case for Mulder if I 
can't concentrate?!"
	"You know, he *has* already left!" Frohike exclaimed.  "He'll do all the 
dirt-gathering from here!"
	"Well, we still need something for our cover story!  I was going to use 
that case!" Langly exclaimed.
	"Fine!  Do whatever you need!  I'm going to find someplace to quiet this 
kid down!" Frohike exclaimed, exiting the basement with William in tow.  
Suddenly, the room seemed much quieter, even with Iron Maiden rocking away over 
the speakers.

	"Don't worry.  They said they've had a bit of experience with kids," 
Mulder said.  "They're probably giving him his early-morning bottle as we 
speak!"
	"But how did you find us!  I didn't tell you a thing about where we were!" 
Scully said.
	"I just got the Gunmen to track the signal of your cell-phone while I made 
that call yesterday," Mulder said.  "It's easy when your friends regularly hack 
into government databases."
	"You shouldn't have left my son with those guys.  We really don't need you 
here with Agent Brea," Scully said.
	"Oh,  Scully, do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Mulder asked jokingly.
	"No, it's just that we don't need you here, and it's extremely dangerous," 
Scully said.
	"If I can just cut in here," Aya said, looking up from her work, "This guy 
just saved my life against Azra, so I think it's a good thing he was here."  She 
had almost an entire clip full of the special bullets ready as she looked back 
down to her work.
	"Well, in that case, thank you for coming.  Now, go home," Scully said.
	"You should know better than that, Scully," Mulder replied.  "I'm not 
going anywhere until we get to the bottom of this."
	"Skinner won't like it that you're getting in our way," Doggett said.
	"And I could care less.  I don't work for him anymore, so he can't tell me 
what to do," Mulder said.  "So, until I decide differently, I'm going to find 
the truth about this case, along with you."
	"Hold it, Mulder.  'The truth?'  Don't tell me you think that this is tied 
to the aliens," Scully sighed.
	"Well, I hadn't thought about it.  I already know about the New York 
incident, but this could be a different matter.  I guess we'll find out, won't 
we?" Mulder said.
	"Trust me, Agent Mulder, this has nothing to do with aliens," Aya said.
	"How can you be sure?" he asked.  "Mutating humans into mindless killing 
machines?  Strange radiation burns from out of thin air?  A shape-shifting child 
trying to smash you to bits?"
	"I can be sure because I'm the cause of it all," Aya replied levelly.  
"And no, I'd rather not explain it.  Your partner can do that well enough, I'd 
say."
	Mulder looked to Scully for the information, but she shook her head.  
"Later.  Agent Brea, we found some information downstairs that might be 
helpful."
	"What have you got?" Aya asked, not looking up from the last bullets in 
the box.
	"We found some security videos of Azra and the stuff they did round here," 
Doggett said.  "Seems that they were training Azra to be the controlling force 
of the populace once they were changed to these creatures.  Only problem is that 
they trained him too hard, so he's afraid of the ANMC's."
	"That must be why he backed off earlier instead of killing us," Aya 
commented.
	"What?" Doggett asked.  Aya explained what had happened after Doggett and 
Scully had blacked out in the encounter with Azra.  "Well, thanks for helping us 
out back there."
	"Why would I leave you to die?  The only ones I want dead are what's 
trying to kill me," Aya replied.  "Did you find out anything else?"
	"We found this list," Scully said, taking the piece of paper from her 
pocket to hand to Aya.  "We aren't sure, but we think it may be a list of the 
other facilities across the nation."  Aya glanced down the list of cities and 
numbers.
	"Any idea what these numbers beside the cities are?"
	"No, sorry," Scully replied.  "We're just guessing about the cities, too."
	"That's all right.  We'll look into it later," Aya said.
	"What happened to Azra?" Doggett asked.  He would have expected her to be 
chasing him still, the way she had gone off earlier.
	"He's mutated into a creature whose purpose is creating a perfect 
mitochondrial being hell-bent on destroying humanity," Aya replied.
	"And he wasn't before?" Doggett asked.
	"Before, he was just a human with controllable mitochondria that gave him 
power," Aya said.  "Now, he's lost the control that he had on the mitochondria.  
His power's taken a major boost, and I'd expect that he isn't thinking 
straight."
	"He was thinking straight before?" Scully asked.
	"As far as his human teaching was concerned, yes.  Now, his mitochondria 
have even taken control of his thoughts.  His mind is no longer his own," Aya 
said solemnly.
	"What are we going to do about it?" Doggett asked.
	"*We* are going to do nothing," Aya said.  "If you get anywhere near him, 
you'll be burnt to a crisp or melted or something like that.  I'll take it from 
here."
	"We've already told you, we're sticking with this to the end," Doggett 
said.
	"And I'm telling you that you can't stick with it from here out," Aya 
said.  She looked up at the others, reluctance showing in her eyes.  "Please, 
don't make me do anything forceful to keep you safe."
	Scully looked back at Aya, her mind working quickly.  "All right, we won't 
follow you.  We'll be waiting outside for you."
	"I'll be out as quickly as I can," Aya replied.  The group of four exited 
the room, and Aya turned down the hallway towards the place where she sensed 
Azra's energy.  Scully, Mulder, and Doggett turned the opposite way and began 
heading towards the exit.  Doggett glanced down at his GPS to find the quickest 
and safest way out.  Oddly enough, the entire floor was clear, according to the 
tracking mechanism.
	"Hey, Scully, take a look at this," Doggett commented.  Scully glanced 
over at the GPS and Mulder looked over questioningly.
	"Maybe we cleaned the floor out," Scully said.
	"What's that?" Mulder asked.
	"It lets us know where any of the creatures are," Scully replied.  Doggett 
pressed the button to change the floor displayed.  The floor below them was 
empty, as well.
	"Now, I know we didn't clean that out," Doggett said.
	"No, we didn't," Scully replied.  "Where could the ANMC's have gone?"
	"Well, that's hardly our problem right now," Doggett said.  "We can look 
into it later.  Right now, I guess we should be clearing out for the fireworks."  
The three agents made their way to the main hallway and stopped to check their 
supplies.
	"How many medicine packs do we have?" Scully asked.
	"We've got three small ones still," Doggett replied.
	"I'm all right for ammunition," Scully said.
	"I've got plenty, too," Doggett said.  He demonstratively pulled out two 
boxes of rifle rounds.
	"Plenty?  That's enough to set you for a couple of weeks!" Mulder 
commented off-hand.
	"How many of these things have you gone against so far?" Doggett asked.
	"Only a few," Mulder said.
	"Then you have no idea.  How much do you have?" Doggett said.
	"I've got a box left."
	"We'll get you another box, just in case," Scully said.  She walked into 
the armory and purchased a box of bullets, which she handed to Mulder.  "Now, 
let's get moving."  They walked through the door to the entrance corridor and 
pushed the hatch open that lead to the cave outside.  Doggett checked his GPS 
again for the area outside, and blood red slashed across the entire map as the 
sensor data loaded.
	"There's ANMC's all over the place out here," Doggett said.
	"Where at exactly?" Scully asked.
	"The entire area," Doggett replied.  "We're surrounded."
	"ANMC's in the entire area?  If these were made out of people like Flash 
said, how did they get so many people?!  There couldn't have been that many 
working in this compound!" Scully exclaimed.
	"Azra said that the military had already tried taking the base back 
twice," Doggett said.  "Maybe he took all of those people, instead of killing 
them, and made them into ANMC's."
	"That's going to be a lot of ANMC's to fight off," Scully said.
	"We've just got to last until Agent Brea finishes with her mission," 
Mulder said.  "Maybe she'll have an idea."
	"Well, until then, we need to find a safe place to-" Doggett began.  He 
was cut off, though, by the squeal of a Stalker that materialized on the back 
wall of the cave.  As it began to crawl towards the group, Doggett drew up his 
weapon and fired on the creature.  A couple of shots landed on its back, 
knocking it to the ground, paralyzed.  "A safe place to wait," Doggett finished.  
	As the words crossed his lips, the whole back wall began rippling and a 
mob of Stalkers appeared, their eyes trained on the trio of agents.
	"That's not good," Mulder said.  The Stalkers all ran towards the agents 
at the same time, a wave of orange and black crossing awkwardly over the dirt.  
All three began frantically firing into the crowd of Stalkers, trying to drop as 
many as they could before the group reached them.  The frantic screams of 
injured Stalkers echoed down the cave towards the entrance.  They didn't go 
unnoticed, either.  The walls around the agents rippled as more Stalkers 
prepared to appear all along the cave walls.
	"We can't take them all!" Scully exclaimed.  "Let's get out of here!"  
Scully, Doggett, and Mulder ran towards the entrance, blindly firing shots 
behind them to keep the Stalkers at a safe distance.  They emerged from the cave 
and Doggett threw a pair of flares into the middle of the crowd.  The bright 
flash dazed most of the Stalkers, stopping them in their tracks.
	"Let's get in the forest!  Maybe we can lose them in the swamp!" Doggett 
yelled.  Mulder was the first to make the tree-line only to find a group of 
Scavengers, smaller than the group of Stalkers, hopping towards them.
	"Not that way!" Mulder exclaimed, firing a couple of shots at the 
Scavengers.  Doggett glanced around the clearing, looking for a way they could 
go.  To their left, a pack of snakes was crawling from the forest towards them.
	"Snakes don't usually travel in packs, do they?" he asked, making sure.
	"Not usually," Mulder replied.  The snakes were followed by a pair of what 
appeared to be mutated alligators.  "He can get to animals, too?!" Mulder 
exclaimed.
	"I guess so!" Scully replied.
	"There's no way out!" Mulder exclaimed.  A pair of Scavengers broke 
through in the pause of Mulder's shots and clamped their jaws down on his right 
arm.  He screamed in pain and threw the ANMC off into the nearest tree.  Close 
behind that group was a pair of tentacle ANMC's.
	"How could the kid's control have reached so far?!" Doggett exclaimed.
	"I don't know, now let's think of something!" Mulder exclaimed.
	"It's a bit hard to think when you've got homicidal mutated things trying 
to bite your head off!" Scully exclaimed.  In the cave, the Scavengers were 
recovering from the flare and started to make their way onto the battlefield.
	"Let's get on top of the plateau!" Mulder suggested, pointing out the path 
up the side of the hill.  All three of the agents ran to the path and started up 
it, occasionally turning to fire shots at the oncoming army of ANMC's and NMC's.  
At the top of the hill, they ran to the center of the plateau for a strategic 
advantage.
	"How can Azra control so many things at once?!" Doggett repeated his 
question from the bottom of the hill.
	"Agent Brea *did* say that his power had gotten a boost from this 
transformation," Scully said.  A buzzing sound began to come from below the lip 
of the plateau.  The three agents turned to the direction that the sound was 
coming from, aiming their weapons at the increasingly loud buzz.  A large pair 
of wings on an equally large body appeared over the edge and flew towards them 
quickly.  The agents fired at will, dropping the mutant in a moment.
	"What is that one?" Doggett asked.  Scully walked to it and bent down to 
examine it quickly before it started melting.
	"It looks like it used to be a mosquito," she replied.
	"It looks like it could suck a cow dry in ten seconds flat," Mulder 
commented.
	"And it wouldn't do us much good, either," Doggett replied.  The sound of 
the approaching army making their way up the side of the hill, ignoring the 
path, got louder, putting the agents on guard again.  They moved back to the 
center of the plateau and took aim as the first wave made its way over the lip, 
moving towards them.

End Part 6