. . . 1992. . . May 10th . . .

. . . 1:22 PM. . . Arizona. ..

Mulder went to the household of Qreg without Scully. He wanted to see if a hunch he had was true. Scully was out on another separate case that was easy, relatively, regarding what appeared to be 'unusual' but it was not. It was right up Scully's street. Mulder shut the driver side door to the rental car.

There were curtains moving in the windows.

Mulder approached the house that seemed to remind him of a trailer connected to three trailers side by side with what seemed to be a connecting wall serving as a wide passage way. It was certainly better than a typical conjoined trailer house that would typically have a platform inbetween. This kind of combination required a lot of work.

Mulder went to the door noticing a monstertruck with cracked windows, outdated license plate, and rusty paint that had started to peel off. The natural red color of the truck was being revealed in the blistering sun. Mulder raised his hand up above the wooden door then knocked on it three times. Mulder lowered his hand down. He got the address of Qreg no last name from a friend who knew this unusual fellow's usual where-abouts. This friend was someone who used to be in the FBI and worked with Mulder on some cases before he found the X-Files.

The door was bust open by what appeared to be a dead man from the photograph.

Mulder was sent landing right behind the porch.

The T-800 held a shot gun appearing to be determined with dark motorcylist attire.

Mulder's jaw dropped seeing a rather unmistakenable man staring right at him.

"Are you Qreg model 801?" Came the question.

"No." Mulder said, frozen in fear.

"Call me 'Hunter'. " Hunter said.

Hunter went over to a motorcycle bike put his shot gun away and then drove off. Mulder shook his head stunned by what he had seen. This was a Terminator he had been encountering at the time! Not a bullet can get through a Terminator. In fact if he tried to shoot it then he would be a target. Mulder went inside the building taking his gun out then had both fingers on the trigger. He trained his eyes on the floor. Perhaps he didn't bother to look down.

Perhaps.

Could Terminators be that oblivous?

"Special Agent Fox Mulder," Mulder said. "I am from the FBI, the T-800 just left.

The floor beneath him started to shake so he stepped aside.

The basement door opened to reveal three people: Qreg, Data, and . . . John-Luc.

"Captain Jean-Luc Picard?" Mulder asked.

John-Luc scowled.

"No," John-Luc said. "John-Luc."

"Oh, that explains the ears." Mulder said, noting the Vulcan ears.

John-Luc and Qreg shot Data a glare at the same time. Eventually the three got out of the basement. Qreg drilled the door back into place using his driller. He flipped the wall switch up making two more rooms appear holding what seemed to be a shuttle. In fact it was a shuttle! It had the engine up.

"So. . . You are really on the run." Mulder said, in much shock.

"And we have to start packing," Qreg said. "And of course we are." He put the drill into a bag and clipped it shut. "You are not supposed to know what it feels to be on the run until eight years later!"

"Don't be so rude to him," John-Luc said. "And Qreg, we agreed you are not going to drop big spoilers regarding anyone's future here."

"It is harder than you think." Qreg said.

"Where are you going to go next?" Mulder asked.

"North Dakota that has underground shelters," Qreg said. "This will take easily two months to repair that engine with the given technology."

Mulder frowned.

"But what if he finds you then?" Mulder asked.

Qreg grew a grim look.

"This is not your fight, Agent." Qreg said.

"Well, John-Luc is a alien, that is in my street." Mulder said.

"I am half human," John-Luc said. "That makes me a civilian."

Qreg rubbed his forehead.

"I thought you wouldn't get into this mess," Qreg lowered his hand. "If you are interested then you will . . ." He cleared his throat. "I am sorry for coming to you regarding George. . . My friend is dead." His voice cracked up. "If you want to help me. . . us. . . I mean. . . then please, get rid of his X-File and anything related to it that you have discovered."