July-24-2002, Grover's Hollow, Virginia
Scully sits against an old walnut tree and looks up at the full moon rising over the rim of the hollow. The air was thick with the scent of wild flowers and pine. Crickets chirped with an uncaring easy. Unlike Dana would was scared out of her fucking mind. That afternoon she had learned from a Hill-Billy boy that the supposed Werewolf, that had raped a young girl the previous month, lived in these woods, She was all keyed up to find the person or thing that did the crime, but now she had second thoughts about being out here in the woods all alone. Alone with only her sidearm for protection. "What if there was a Werewolf?" she said to herself. Thinking of all the horror movies she saw as a kid. "Would her 10mm be enough to stop it?" Then she would say, "Come on Dana, there's no such thing as a Werewolf. You're a big girl now…you can handle this." She wished Fox or Doggett was with her. "Why couldn't I have waited until one of them got back from assignment before coming to this shit hole town?" She was just about to get her pretty little ass out of there when a light came on in the cabin she was staking out.
She stands up slowly and walks over to the window, her S&W automatic drawn, ready to fire. She stepped onto the front landing. A loose board made a squeaking sound. She stops and peers into the cabin to see a middle-aged man, in overalls and a chequered flannel shirt smoking a pipe reading what appeared to be a bible. She steps a little closer when, suddenly, she is grabbed from behind and tossed to the ground, her gun falls out of the hand and slides across the landing. The next thing she knew, she was one her back, her arms pinned to the ground and a big redneck sitting on top of her.
"Let me up you son-of-a-bitch! I'm an agent with the FBI. Get off of me!" The chunky twenty-year-old boy yells for his father to come see what he had. The middle-aged me comes out and laughs.
"Take her in boy…" was the only response.
Scully was manhandled into the cabin and bound to a wooden chair in the middle of the room. The chunky boy walked around her menacingly, inspecting his prize. Scully tried to reason with him, to let her go, but he just told her to keep still or he'd "put a whomp'n into her." The other man soon re-entered the cabin holding Dana's 10mm.
"She sez she's a fed, Paw!" the boy blurts.
"A revenuer?" he returned pointing the gun at Scully and cocking the trigger.
"Naw, she's wit tha F-B-aye. Look'n fer tha werewuff aye be suppos'n." the two men laughed.
"Honey, thars no werewuff…rat cheer. Nar any-whar in des here wauds. Uart be mand'n y'alls bidness cheer. And not be in des here wauds. Ah'll gett hurt! Real bad!"
"She's purrrdy Paw." The boy interrupted. "Good fer breed'n" Scully shoots a horrid look at the boy.
"Welllll, maybe…but datt don't matter. She have ta go."
"Ahhhhh, Paw, let me have some fun'n first?"
"Ahhhh, well boy…aye wongo to da still. And check 'er out. Yew have yer fun'n while aye be gone."