Frozen in Time r2-Jo-p6

Wade stood on his tiptoes as the metal from the handcuffs bit into his wrists. His calve muscles quivered under the strain as a cold sweat broke out on his naked body. Wade knew he was about to be beaten then raped. The stories he had heard of criminals being used as sex slaves for the pleasure of the military and ruling elite, scared him to death. As a descendent of the first family and a medical student, he never thought he'd be condemned to their fate. He didn't really believe that it would only be for two months, either.

He whimpered as he felt the rough hands, pinching and caressing his naked flesh. Wade closed his eyes and pressed his face against the cold wall, trying to lose himself in daydreams of a better time.

"Very lovely," General Kamarov purred.

A sudden explosion shook the small room and slammed Wade into the wall as the hook securing the handcuffs overhead broke. Wade dangled from the collar around his throat as he tried to regain his feet.

"What the hell is going on?" the General bellowed and dashed out of the interrogation room followed by the guard.

General Kamarov turned to the guard. "Go secure the stairs!"

Kamarov's communication device chirped and he answered it, covering his ear as more explosions rocked the base. "Kamarov!"

"General, we're under attack!"

"I believe that's obvious, Commander Morrison. Do you have a handle on the situation?" The General made his way down the corridor, ducking into a room as four black clad rebels rushed passed him.

"So far we're detecting at least three dozen rebel troops in the upper sections of the installation."

Kamarov gazed out the door. "Keep your voice down, Morrison. I'm in the upper section. Do you have any word on Subjects X-1 and X-2?"

"We apprehended them ten minutes ago. We're in the process of returning them to their room--"

"I want them taken at once to the hovercraft and transported to the dome city. I'll meet you topside at the ship. If for any reason I'm not there leave without me. It is imperative that they are brought to the city. The future of our society depends on it." The General disconnected and stealthily made his way to the surface through a secret exit to where their ships were docked.

***

Wade was near panic. He was certain he'd die naked and trussed up like a common criminal. Blood dripped into his eye from the cut over his brow, impairing his vision. Wade jumped when hands touched his body. He turned, trying to see through his good eye. The figure was dressed from head to toe in black. Even the facemask attached to the helmet was black, hiding the man's face.

"Who are you?" Wade asked nervously.

The young resistance fighter spoke into the communicator in his helmet. "Captain Adams, we found one."

"Which one?" a female voice answered.

"Wade du Prés, sir."

"Bring him to the helicar."

"Don't worry, Mr. du Prés, you'll be safe with us," the rebel said, gently removing the collar from Wade's neck. Then taking off his long black duster, he helped the frightened young medical student into it. While one of the other black-garbed men found Wade's shoes.

"Who are you?" Wade asked again, feeling braver with the coat covering his nudity and shoes on his feet. He looked back and forth at the four tall men surrounding him as they made their way out of the room and down the corridor. They passed several dead bodies of consortium soldiers.

"We're the resistance," the young rebel fighter answered proudly as they paused.

"The resistance was wiped out long ago--"

"No. Your military and government has kept our continued existence a secret from its citizens." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, which he pressed to the cut above Wade's eye. "We'll fix that up once we're away from here."

Wade jumped as another series of loud explosion sounded from below his feet. He was suddenly worried about Doctor Gethen's and Doctor Ignu's safety, not to mention Mulder and Krycek. "I have friends here who aren't part of the military."

"Don't worry, we have orders not to kill civilians."

A moment of sudden clarity struck Wade. "You're here for Fox Mulder and Alex Krycek aren't you?"

"Cute and smart." The facemask hid the smile on the young rebel fighter's face. His compatriots fanned out ahead and scanned the corridor for danger.

Wade glanced at the tall faceless stranger, wondering what this man, with the warm voice, looked like. "What's your name?"

"Jack Scully."

"Thank you, Jack Scully," Wade said as he followed the rebels up the stairs to the surface.

***

Mulder glanced over his shoulder at Krycek. His lover was separated from him by nearly a hundred feet. Six guards surrounded Krycek, while only four surrounded him. They were both in leg irons and handcuffs. The corridor ahead was dimly lit. Mulder was careful not to trip as he shuffled along. The clattering of their leg irons echoed around them. His ears perked up to the sound of fighting overhead. He glanced back at Krycek to see if his lover heard the commotion, too.

"Keep your eyes forward," barked the guard, shoving him roughly.

Mulder licked his swollen lip, but kept his silence. He had taken quite a beaten earlier. His whole body felt stiff and sore.

The sound of footsteps racing after them had the guards grabbing his arms and hurrying him along. A shot rang out, taking down one of the guards surrounding Krycek. The other guards pushed Krycek to the ground and took defensive positions around him, returning fire.

"Fuck! You two get Subject X-1 to the hovercraft! We'll hold them off," the lead guard barked.

"What about Subject X-2?"

"Shut up and get moving!"

The two large guards manhandled Mulder toward the steps leading up to the surface.

"ALEX!" Mulder struggled to free himself.

"FOX!" Krycek shouted, trying to crawl toward his lover. He was roughly grabbed by his hair and forced to his feet.

One of the guards struggling with Mulder used his rifle butt to smack the former FBI man in the head. Mulder slumped forward and was hoisted over the shoulder of the other guard. They headed quickly up the steps with their senseless prisoner.

"FOX!"

Three more of the guards were gunned down around Alex as the lead guard dragged Krycek in front of him and placed his gun to Alex's temple. "I know who he is! Do you want to watch the Father of the Resistance gunned down like a dog?"

There were several moments of tense silence, then a voice echoed out of the shadows. "Name your price, jackal!"

"A trade. Minister Lermontov has his eyes of Subject X-1, don't interfere with my men taking him to hovercraft and I'll give you Alex Krycek--"

"NO! Don't listen to him!" Krycek screamed, twisting in the larger man's arms.

The resistance leader watched angrily from her hiding place. She didn't like leaving the other beautiful male in the hands of these scoundrels, but her number one priority was to rescue Alex Krycek. The consortium jackal left her very little choice. If she had the time to stall him until they could get a fighter behind him and Krycek, she would, but the consortium patrols have been notified of the attack and it was only a matter of minutes before their forces arrived.

"Very well, jackal. Free him and we won't interfere with your hovercraft."

"Get going," the lead guard barked to the remaining three men.

They took off in the direction the other guards had taken.

The lead guard held his ground until they were out of sight. He whispered into Krycek's ear. "Your pretty boyfriend is going to become intimately familiar with Dmitri Lermontov and the ruling families. While you're safe and warm, he'll be used as a lab rat and to satisfy the families insatiable lust."

Krycek struck like an enraged cobra. The suddenness caught the larger man and the rebels by surprise. Krycek had his handcuffed hands wrapped around the guard's neck before the man could blink, pulling him down to his knees. The gun clattered to the ground. In one smooth motion he grabbed the guard's head and twisted it sharply, snapping the man's neck.

The resistance forces were around him instantly, staring at him in awe. One stepped forward and unlocked the leg irons.

Krycek jumped back and glared angrily at the black clad men and women. "Dammit! Don't just stand there we have to rescue Fox!"

"There's no time! We need to get out of here. In a few minutes this place will be swarming with government troops!"

"No! I'm not leaving without him!" Krycek growled, running in the direction Mulder had been taken in.

The resistance leader and her troops raced after Krycek. They made it to the surface just as a large craft shot by overhead.

"If you want to save him then you'd better come with us! We'll try to overtake them before their ship can reach its full speed!" the leader said.

Krycek had no choice but to follow her as the resistance fighters raced from the compound. They hopped into the vehicles the size of cars. Krycek got in the front seat with the rebel leader. While one other fighter climb in the back.

"Hang on," she said.

Krycek watched out of the window as the small ships took off. Most headed northeast while the craft he was on, and five others, headed southwest in hot pursuit of the larger craft that was carrying Fox.

He kept his eyes on the lights of the hovercraft as the helicar flew after it. At first they were quickly gaining on it, but as each minute ticked by they started loosing ground.

"Holy Mother," the female rebel swore. Then she shouted into her communicator. "Abort! Jackals at ten o'clock."

Glancing down at the radar display, Krycek was dismayed to see several dozen bright green dots filling the upper left corner heading in their direction. He held on as the craft made a hard turn and headed down into the pitch black river valley below.

The pilot wove in and out of the trees at frightening speeds. Before finally settling down and cutting her engine to hide from their pursuers.

After nearly a half-hour had past she said, "I'm sorry."

Krycek looked over at her. "Where are they taking him?"

"To the dome city. It's a consortium fortress."

"How do I get there?"

"You can't rescue him alone. You'll never make it pass the city gates."

"Do you have a name?" Krycek asked.

"Captain Beverly Adams."

"Okay, Captain, I need your help. What do you recommend?"

"Sir, I recommend you meet with Commander Samuel Jefferson. He is the leader of the resistance, but now that you're back...."

"Where can I find this Commander Jefferson?"

"He's at the resistance headquarters below New York City. We need to regroup with the other troops in Winnipeg first. Then we'll take you to our headquarters."

Krycek looked at her questioningly. "I thought all the major cities were destroyed during the initial war?"

"New York City was laid to ruin during the war. It's uninhabitable. Our headquarters is located deep beneath the city."

Krycek looked sadly out at the dark trees, looming around them. His stomach was in knots. He wanted to reach Mulder before anything happened to him. He hoped the guard had just been toying with him about what awaited his lover.

Tarlan's turn.