The Truth is Out There--Scene 97 from XF3
by Lolabeegood

E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com
Distribution: Archive freely with my name attached.

Rating: R
Categories: S, R
Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance, Post-IWTB
Spoilers: IWTB
Summary:  The truth is something Mulder & Scully may have 
to pay a steep price for.

Author's Notes: 

Ever since I watched IWTB I have thought of the ideal way 
to start and storyline a third movie.  So, after much 
thought and deliberation I have a series of scenes that I 
have written for the third XF movie.  The scenes will not 
necessarily run right after each other but they are in 
sequence.  They are more like scenes I would like to see 
in the XF3 that develop character, tie loose ends, and 
add plot interest.  

I do not own the characters and I don't make any money 
from this.

Enjoy!

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Franz tapped his fingers nervously on the steering wheel 
of the ambulance.  By all rights he should have pulled 
away the second the last kid was loaded but, against his 
better judgment he waited for Mulder Scully and Mallory 
to emerge.

He saw Mallory first emerging from the building laden 
with two banker's boxes piled one atop another.  She 
wobbled as she exited the door and he reached for his 
door handle about to jump to her aid.  She righted herself 
and then suddenly stopped walking.  He adjusted his 
mirror only to see a young FBI agent approaching her 
as he reached for his gun.

"Shit" Franz said as he popped open the door and drew 
his weapon.  

He walked steadily and swiftly to the young agent and 
wrapped his hand around his throat as he pointed his 
weapon at his temple. He disarmed him before the agent 
knew what was happening.

"Don't you fucking move" he said as he jerked the man 
behind the ambulance.

"Franz!" Mallory gasped as she dropped the top box and 
two more agents looked over.

They immediately spotted her, recognizing who she was 
and pulled their weapons.

"FBI, Hands Up!" an agent screamed as he drew a weapon 
and pointed it at Mallory.

Mallory dropped the last box and raised her hands in the 
air.  Just then, Franz emerged from side of the ambulance 
with the young FBI agent in tow.

"You drop your fucking weapons or he's dead" Franz said 
as he hustled the young agent around.

The agents lowered their weapons and brought them to 
the ground.  

"Let's talk about this" one agent said as he glanced 
around at the people who had all stopped moving around 
them and stood frozen in place.

Mallory reached for her weapon and walked next to Franz 
and the ambulance.

"Get in the ambulance Mallory" he said quietly.

"Franz, you can't..."

"Get those kids out of here.  I'll hold them off until 
you call me on my cell and tell me you are clear and at 
the meeting spot."

"Franz..."

"Mallory, get in the god damned ambulance" his eyes and 
voice pleaded.

She nodded 'yes' and walked quickly to the ambulance.  
Franz took the opportunity to haul the young agent toward  
Kite facility's main lobby.  

"If you try to track her or intercept her I will kill him 
and everyone else I can get my gun on.  He gets released 
when she calls me to tell me she's okay." He yelled to 
the stunned FBI agents.

Franz walked quickly into the lobby and killed the two 
security guards before they could raise their weapons.  
Their bodies slumped over the desk and people around him 
screamed.   He turned to see the ambulance driving 
through the gates and onto the road.    

People dove behind furniture and potted plants as he 
walked through the lobby and handcuffed the agent to 
a metal bar.  He promptly whacked him over the side of 
his head with his gun and watched as the agent slumped 
unconscious onto the rail.  

Franz walked to the two entryways and  jammed the door's 
electrical systems so they couldn't be opened.  He saw FBI 
agents scrambling outside the facility as they tried to 
chauffer civilians away from the facility and get their 
bearings.  

"Everyone get up and sit with your backs against the glass" 
Franz ordered in a loud booming voice.

Thirteen people, some crying, slowly came out of their 
hiding places and walked carefully to the frosted glass 
wall.  

"Empty your god damned pockets" Franz ordered as the 
civilians whimpered and loose change, wallets and cell 
phones hit the floor. "I want every pocket knife, cell 
phone, wallet, and piece of lint."

"You" Franz said pointing to a young woman, probably a 
secretary, "gather up all their shit and put it in here" 
he said as he dumped a potted plant to the floor.

She hesitantly rose from her seat and walked toward Franz.  
As soon as she was within range he grabbed her by the waist 
and pulled her to him with force.

"You make one wrong move and I'll not only kill you but 
another person as well.  I don't need all thirteen hostages 
to get my point across." He whispered into her ear.

The woman started to cry and gasped when he released her 
from his tight grip.  She scuttled over to the group with 
the empty pot and gathered up all their belongings.  She 
quickly brought the belongings over to Franz, laid them at 
his feet and scurried back to her spot against the window.  

"Everyone take off all your clothes except your underwear" 
he ordered the group.

No one moved.  

"Now!" Franz bellowed as he walked toward them with his gun 
waving.  

All thirteen people suddenly started to take off lab coats, 
unbutton blouses and shuck off belts.  Franz walked over to 
the FBI agent and removed his belt and pants as well as the 
cell phone housed in his pocket and the tie around his neck.  
He undid his bulletproof vest and threw it on the floor.  

When he saw they were all sitting on the ground in underpants, 
embarrassed and trying to cover themselves he smiled.  Being 
a profiler had its perks.  No one would try anything with him 
now.

"You" he said to a man in his fifties sitting in tighty 
whities and a stained undershirt "gather up their clothes 
and put them by the front door."

The man got up slowly and stared to gather all the pants, 
belts, lab coats and skirts.  He made three trips back and 
forth until all the clothes were piled in front of the 
entrance.  Then he sat down heavily groaning as his back 
pressed against the hard frosted glass wall.  

Franz walked over to the security desk and turned off all 
cameras in the lobby.  He took the phone off the hook and 
sat heavily in a chair.  Now he just had to wait.

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The end of chapter 97