"What?" Liz said, leaning forward and scanning the road. She had twenty-twenty vision, but Max's was better thanks to the genetic engineering that had created him.
A few seconds later she saw what Max meant: It was another black, late-model SUV
"What is it?" Michael asked.
"There's a black SUV in front of us, up ahead," Max said calmly.
It didn't make any sense to Liz. "How did they get in front of us without us seeing them?"
"They didn't. It's another black SUV," Max said.
"Anywhere to turn off?" Michael asked.
"No," Max said, shaking his head.
Liz looked around. There was nothing but road and trees ahead of them. That, and some hills in the distance. "We could wait until dark to try to lose them," Max said. "We'll have a better chance at night."
"If they're willing to wait," Michael said.
"For now, they don't seem to be in a rush," Max said.
Liz couldn't believe it. This was no coincidence. Somehow,
the Special Unit had found them. Less than two weeks into their trip, less than two weeks after they had barely escaped from Roswell with their lives.
"Our friend is back, behind us," Michael said.
That's it, Liz thought. They're boxing us in.
2
"Don't worry," Max whispered to Liz. He could tell she was scared. He was, too, but he tried not to show it.
"I won't let anything happen," he said. He kept his voice firm.
Max had given up leadership over this group back in Roswell, but he had also made a promise to himself that he would keep Liz safe and do his best to make her happy. He had nearly failed back in Stonewall. He would not fail again.
Whatever happened, he would make sure that the Special Unit never got its hands on her. She looked at him and nodded. She believed that he knew what to do. She believed in him. She still believed. And he was determined not to disappoint her again.
"They're keeping their distance in the back," Michael said.
Liz saw that the other SUV was staying far ahead of them.
"They're waiting to make their move," Max said.
Liz felt a hand on her shoulder. She knew it was Maria's. She put her own hand on top of her best friend's, then turned around and smiled. Maria was scared, but holding herself together.
"Liz…," Maria began, but Liz didn't hear what her friend said next because, suddenly, she wasn't in the car anymore. She was outside. It was dark and raining heavily. In front of her was a huge house. No, not a house: a mansion. It was very old and falling apart on the outside. Then the scene shifted, and Liz was watching as Maria screamed, terrified. Then her friend was running down a long hallway.
Liz had a bad feeling as she watched Maria approach the top of the staircase. There was a balcony, and Maria was headed straight for it. Liz wanted to call out to her friend to warn her to stop, but Liz realized she wasn't there, not really. Still, Liz couldn't help screaming out, anyway. Of course, Maria didn't respond. But even if Liz had been there, Liz didn't think Maria would have heard her over her own frightened screams. In the last split second, Maria tried to stop, but all she was able to do was twist her body to the side. Then she hit the railing and her momentum carried her forward. And she was flying into space…
Then a hand was on her shoulder, shaking her.
"Hey, Parker," Maria's voice said.
Liz realized she was back in the van. No, she had always been there. The other place was just another… vision.
"What did you see, Liz?" Max asked, concern in his voice. He didn't even have to ask anymore if she had had a vision. He knew.
Taking a deep breath, Liz said, "An old house… a mansion, I think. It was dark and raining. We went inside." Liz turned to Maria. "Then I saw the inside. You were screaming, and something was chasing you."
Maria read something in Liz's face. "What else?" she asked.
Liz hesitated for just a moment before she said, "You were running down a hallway and fell off a balcony. That's all I saw."
"See, I think this is good. I think your power may finally be coming in handy," Michael said.
Maria's head shot back around, and she said, "Because saving all of your lives from the Special Unit on graduation wasn't helpful?" Michael started to respond, but Maria cut him off: "Like helping save those girls back in Stonewall… to say nothing of your own ass… wasn't helpful?"
Liz expected to witness another round in the perpetual battle of the sexes that was Michael and Maria's relationship. But, to Liz's surprise, Michael didn't reply immediately. He waited a few seconds, then he smiled.
"No, those were good too," he said. That got a chuckle out of Kyle in the back, and Liz found herself smiling as well. "What I was going to say," Michael continued, "is that we now have a specific warning that we can do something about. We'll just stay away from creepy mansions in the rain."
"What if it's fate?" Maria asked.
"Like you pointed out, Liz has helped us change our fate before," Max said.
"Personally, I'll take haunted mansions over aliens or our friends in the Special Unit," Michael said.
That one got laughter from Liz as well as the others. Liz couldn't believe they were laughing now, with the Special Unit boxing them in. She was just as surprised that it was Michael who was making them laugh.
Something had happened to him when they left Roswell. Maybe it had happened to all of them. Liz felt like she was more in control than she had been in years. She also felt more relaxed, even though they had already faced terrible danger on the road.
"It should be dark in just over an hour," Max said.
"Maybe we'll lose them after all," Michael added. Then, just a second later, he added, "Police car coming up behind you."
Liz saw Max check his speed. He was going the speed limit.
"He's going pretty fast, he'll probably just blow past us," Michael said.
Checking her own mirror, Liz saw the police car closing the distance behind them. In the far distance she saw the black SUV pacing them. Then the police cars lights came on. She immediately heard the siren.
The car was now directly behind them. It was crazy. They were being tailed by some of the most dangerous people in the F.B.I. and they were about to be pulled over by a local policeman in a squad car.
"Oh, Max," Isabel said.
For a second, Max considered flooring the accelerator and taking his chances on the road. But the VW van was more than three decades old and though Kyle had done a great job of repairing and upgrading it, Max had no illusions about whether it could outrun a late model police car.