. . . 1992. . . May 4th
. . .FBI building. . .X-Files department. . .
"Mulder, why did you call me in so early? Came a woman with red hair into the room.
I sat there in the chair.
"Scully, meet Qreg." Mulder said.
I looked over toward toward the woman who seemed to be shocked.
"Um. . .Mulder. . ." Scully said.
"I know, I get that a lot since Star Trek came out," I said. "Annoying really."
"Tell her what you told me." Mulder said, as Scully came over to the desk.
"My friend was abducted by aliens," I said. "On my watch."
"And?" Scully asked.
"I heard them. I heard them. I heard them." I said.
"What did they say?" Scully asked.
I looked up toward her.
"They said he would make a fine test subject," I said, then slid forward a picture of George on the table. "If you come across this young man . . .In any of your cases, just call me. I heard you specialized in the unexpected."
"We'll keep an eye out for him," Scully said, then we shook hands. "Mr. . ."
"My name is Qreg and I don't have a last name, Miss Scully." I said, then let go.
"I appreciate you coming here." Scully said.
"I appreciate you taking my file with a grain of salt and belief," I said. "That is the most I need right now."
I stood up then walked away feeling heavy weight on my shoulders.
The aliens had somehow prevented me from moving. From going after George. I felt angry at being a Terminator. So many things in my life were taken away due to being a machine. So many things I could have done. I had some one night stands, that I did, and I had to make sure that it didn't wind up into a random family tree. That actually happened once. Not one member turned into a Terminator/human hybrid. It made me at ease knowing that I have a whole family tree being really human.
I had a complete map to the FBI building in my processor and everywhere on this planet.
Including buildings that haven't been made.
I walked out of the building through a back door.
"Hello,Qreg." Came a older voice.
I turned around to see the smoking man step forward out of the shadow.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Do you remember me?" The smoking man asked. "I remember you. You were a strange man."
"I don't know who you are," I said. "But you wouldn't want to know me."
"You are immortal."
I turned away then headed my way from him.
"I know where your friend George is."
"He . . . Might not make the trip though."
I turned around.
"What. trip?" I asked.
He took the cigarette out.
"The trip home, of course." The smoking man said.
My hands rolled up into fists.
"You better tell me where he is."
"You tell me what you are and I will consider it."
Rule 1; never tell a human.
I stepped back.
"No." I said.
"No?" The smoking man repeated, confused.
I loosend my fist.
"I will not put my life out to save my friend," I said. "He will die. . . anyway."
I turned away then resumed my way leaving the smoking man.
"Then so be it," The smoking man said. "His death will be on your shoulders."
"He is not the first!" I shouted back.