“Listen carefully, Agent Scully. You want to see your son? You come alone, and you follow my instructions to the letter.”
Scully’s pulse pounds in her ears, and the room seems to sway around her. William is alive.
“Go immediately to the airport. There is a flight leaving Dulles for Calgary in two hours, and if you want to see your son, you will be on it. When you have landed in Canada, I will call again with further instructions.”
“Wait, Calgary? Who is this, how do I know–”
There is a rustling sound, and then, faintly, she can hear a baby crying. Her heart leaps into her throat.
“You bastard! If you hurt him, I swear to God…”
“He is safe here with us. We will not let any harm come to him. You have my word on that. But unless you do exactly as I say, we will hide him so thoroughly that the next time you see him, he will have grown up without you, and you will be strangers to one another.”
A tear slips down her cheek, and she brushes it angrily away. A thousand curses stick in her throat.
“The clock is ticking, agent.”
The man hangs up before she can say anything more.
Scully only barely resists the urge to hurl her phone against the wall in frustration. She nearly jumps out of her skin when a hand touches her shoulder; she’d forgotten Reyes and Doggett were there in the room with her.
“I have to go,” she says tightly.
“No, Agent Scully, please listen to me.” Doggett strains to sit up. “You can’t–”
“Trust them. I know.” She turns to Monica. “That’s why I need you to go back to my apartment and get the Gunmen. Tell them to bring whatever equipment they need to track a vehicle, and then get to Dulles as fast as you can. The man on the phone said the flight leaves in two hours, so we have to hurry. I’ll call you with the flight details once I get to the airport.”
Monica nods. “I’m on it,” she says, giving Doggett’s hand a last squeeze and hurrying from the room.
Scully starts to follow, but Doggett reaches for her.
“Damn it, wait,” he says. “How do you know you’re not being led on a wild goose chase? Or worse, right into a trap?”
“I don’t,” Scully admits. “But Agent Comer crashed at the Canadian border, and this man on the phone said to go to Calgary. And I heard…” Her throat tightens, and the rest of the sentence comes out as a whisper. “They have him, John. And this may be my last chance to get him back.”
Doggett’s mouth tightens, but he nods. “Just be careful. Watch your back, and don’t let your guard down for a second.”
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