A year had past. The soft hum of the hidden camera was the
only thing that kept Alex from falling asleep. He hadn’t slept in
days; the gentle crackle of the microphone interupting his attempts. A
failure he was. Failure to the country America that was slowly but
surely falling into the hands of a man who cared nothing of the people,
but only of order. Fifty thousand American’s were sent to the Camp in
the past year, fifty thousand hard-working individuals who just had a
bad day. Alex took the guilt upon himself. It was his fault the Cause
had not accomplished what it set out to do. Now, the only thing that
protected an American from the Camp was total discapline and loyalty.
The wall had been built, cutting off America from the rest of the
World. And the only thing keeping Alex Krycek from the Camp was
Vice-President Mulder, who seemed content with the continuous torture
of the man who had betrayed his People, betrayed the Cause.
The phone rang. It hadn’t rung since the day Dana and Walter
were taken to the camp, and Mulder had called to congratulate him on a
job well done.
“Hello?” His voice was riddled with lost sleep.
“Alex?”
That voice! That sweet, strong, unforgettable voice. The
voice that haunted his dreams, haunted his daily life. The voice that
made all the sleep go away, making him edgy and alert. “Dana?”
She laughed, her gently giggle bearing no signs of harshness.
“Yeah. It’s me.”
“What. . .how. . .?”
“It’s almost over, Alex. In four days, it will be all over.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The Camp. We were able to convince everyone who was sent here
to fight back. We got the artillery, we got the manpower, we got the
will. All we have to wait for is the day that the President will take
his Congress out of America, and we will strike. It took a lot of
planning, leadership, time and money, but we did it. Finally, after
all this time, the Cause will prevail.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t have to. Just sit back, relax, have a beer, because
in four days you will be a free man. And so will the rest of us.”
“Oh, Dana, I can’t tell you how sorry. . .”
“No, Alex. What you did for us, what you did for the Cause was
the best thing you could have ever done. Sending us to the Camp made
us stronger, gave us the will to survive and the will to fight. We
thank you, Alex, all of us. The Cause thanks you, the American People
thank you, and God thanks you.”
God. He hadn’t thought of God since that day a year ago.
He started to cry, but kept his voice steady. “Can I do
anything? Anything at all to help?”
She laughed again. “No, Alex. Just relax. Take it easy for a
few days. Leave the work to us. Soon, we will erect a new America,
the America that should have been formed a long time ago. And when the
War is over, I will come and see you. We all will. Me, Jack, Walter,
Melvin, Ringo and John. We miss you, Alex.”
“I miss you too.”
“Good. Then it’s settled. When the War is over, you will see
us all again.”
|I hope so.|
As he hung up the phone, he said a little prayer to the God he
didn’t believe in anymore. A prayer of forgiveness, a prayer of
sorrow, a prayer of strength and a prayer of prevailiance. But
somehow, even without the prayers, he knew the Cause would win.
They were destined to win.
FIN
10/16/98