Title: Hoodoo 5 of ?  Author: Kory Rating: PG-13 Classification: X Spoilers: 
Like the first kind Keywords: red-eyes, sour mash, slaves. Disclaimer: If the 
x-files was mine, i would be on a beach somewhere. I don't own any of it. 
'Kay? 


Dana thought for a second. Then she said, "We-e-ell, he 
hasn't crashed into anybody yet."
"Okay then," Fox said and unbuckled his seatbelt to get out 
of the car. So did Dana, and they both got out. As 
they walked up to the store he said, "Got any money on 
ya'?"
"Hey, it's your plan," said Dana.
  

After Mulder and Scully left the liquor store they went 
down the highway to where Fox had encountered the 
hoodoo and began searching for his daytime hiding 
place starting there. They drove along at about forty 
miles per hour mostly but they slowed and stopped a 
lot along the way to take a closer look for the little 
blue car they expected to find parked somewhere among 
the trees and bushes along the highway.
It was getting to be late afternoon when Fox climbed a big 
oak tree and looked through binoculars at another 
expanse of land along a road leading off the highway. 
"I think I've got something here," he yelled down to 
Dana. She lowered the binoculars from her eyes and 
looked up at him. She could see he was climbing down 
out of the tree so she waited until he was on the 
ground to speak.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Blue car, sticking out of some bushes up that dirt road a 
ways," he said as he walked to the car. "If it's him, 
I'll just sneak up and put the groceries on the hood. 
He ought to find them there."
"Don't you think that might make him a little suspicious?" 
Dana asked as she slid into the driver's seat.
"I don't think he'll argue with free booze," Fox said.
They drove down to the dirt road and turned right onto it. 
Then they reconned the area and figured out the best 
way for Fox to sneak up to the car. Having figured 
this out, they pulled over and Fox carried the bag of 
groceries down the road to where the blue car was. He 
snuck around the side of it and peeked into the 
window. Amidst the litter of the back seat he saw a 
thin balding man curled up in the fetal position 
asleep. The inside of the car was a shambles and as 
Fox looked on in fascination at the terribly torn 
upholstery, the sleeping man let loose a piteous wail 
and began to spasm and thrash about, stirring up the 
trash, liquor bottles and clothes. Fox retreated into 
the bushes and waited until he stopped making noise. 
Then he crept to the front of the car and put the 
bulging bag onto the hood directly in front of the 
steering wheel. As he turned to go, though, he noticed 
that the driver's side window was gone and the broken 
glass hung out on the door on a few tattered rags of 
safety glass sheeting. He went back to the car and 
removed the bag from the hood and instead, ever so 
gently put it through the bare window onto the 
driver's seat and he slunk back into the bushes.
Back at the car, Dana waited for him behind the wheel. He 
opened the door and got in. "All set," he said, "We 
just have to sit and wait for night and then we can 
follow him at a healthy distance to where I'm sure 
he'll be going in the morning. See if you can pull the 
car behind something where we won't be seen."
"Okay, " Dana said, "I think there's a place over here 
where we might be able to see through the bushes to 
the car." "Yes, right here." she added as she shut off 
the car and they both peered through the bushes at the 
little blue car parked there. "I don't see the bag," 
Dana said, "Did you set it on the hood?"
Fox grinned underneath the binoculars he was looking 
through and said, " It's on the front seat."
"The big Kahuna hotdogs again huh?" Dana said.
Fox shrugged,"The window was open." Dana reached down and
adjusted her seat to recline,"I've been thinking. This Hoodoo thing sounds 
sort of familiar and the way the eyes thing works. They say the eyes are the 
windows to the soul and according to the three sisters...Were....Are they 
sisters? Anyway she said that a thing that looked like a bat somehow came out 
of some willow roots and latched onto the poor slaves soul as he lay dying so 
it could use it for it's own ends. Right?"
Fox continued peering out at the car without his spyglasses and said "Okay."
"Well, what if...." Dana continued, "The bat thing, the hoodoo was not a 
hoodoo at all as we know it-or don't-as it were but was the built up 
collective repressed feelings and desires of the slave and perhaps other 
slaves as well, feelings such as hate, pain and despair, and unrequited 
desires, chief amongst them the desire for revenge. Revenge against those who 
had taken every other desire from them"
"Whoa"said Mulder "Who's being spooky now?"
Dana looked at him surprisedly and not displeased. She went on,"They say that 
when you repress a desire, even the desires we repress everyday like say, 
choking the crap out of someone who desperately needs it..." Fox turned and 
raised one analytical eyebrow toward Dana and she smiled suppressing a laugh. 
"You know," she said. Foxes changed his face to wordlessly express that "Oh 
boy does he know"  and let Scully continue,"They say when you repress it 
doesn't go away, it's more like filling a bag with these feelings and 
dragging them behind you. It becomes like another part of you, a shadow part 
of you, hidden and they say it grows stronger if not dealt with and can 
overcome a person's conscious psyche to the point that they do things without 
realizing; in an unconscious fashion. Anyway, what if the baggage was too 
much for the slave to carry and his will to survive too strong to let him act 
out his desires in a way which surely would have gotten him killed and his 
shadow self not only broke off from his psyche but from his vessel, his body, 
as well and then found refuge in the one place strong enough to contain it, 
the roots of a nearby tree as the sisters said." Dana glanced at fox to see 
if he was listening, his pensive gaze assured her, "There it sat getting 
stronger and stronger as time passed. Waiting for the day when it would be 
free to carry out it's desires?" She looked at Fox again,"It's just a 
theory," she added.
"A genius theory, that could really explain a lot," said Mulder. "For 
instance, why hadn't the hoodoo claimed a dying soul before when we know that 
with the kind of abuse all these slaves must have suffered at the hands of 
this Cole they probably died on a regular basis? And was it just coincidence 
that three young girls were on hand to be used as new vessels for the 
disembodied?  That's two bodies in use, one for the shadow soul and one for 
the slaves. Who is the third for? Cole hunter? Is he being kept alive too so 
that someday the shadow can fulfill it's destiny and have revenge? It brings 
also to mind poultergeists that wreak havoc in buildings where traumas have 
occurred, are these merely the lost shadows of long dead wretches still 
trying to seek some satisfaction long after their parent souls have gone to 
their rewards? Actually it might help to explain the intermittencies of 
poultergeist action, sudden outbursts and then nothing where the shadow has 
gone back into the dark where it can grow strong enough for another tantrum. 
they also occur around children, children who because of their youth aren't 
strong enough to contain the shadow and it breaks free from it's creator like 
the slave's did. We know that people's personalities can split in times of 
stress, are these merely shadow personalities and how many other phenomena 
might be explained by an amoeba-like splitting off of humans' psyches when we 
all know that evolution can basically be attributed to stresses of one kind 
or another on a life form that bring about change. We are the highest life 
form on the planet and still we have myriad stresses and reasons for shadows 
to form that we can't seem to rid ourselves of in order to make our lives 
easier which, when you look at it is the end result of evolution. Also, are 
there forces beyond our control whose job it is to supply these stresses on 
us so that we are forced to march ceaselessly forward and will there come 
some great seventh day when we will be able to rest and enjoy what we've 
become? Also, what about the slaves, being mostly African and Africa is where 
humanity is supposed to have originated could we then assume that slavery in 
god's great new country was their punishment for not leaving Eden? And what 
if...."
"Whoa! Stop it now, you're getting all biblical on me." Dana interjected, "I 
thought you believed in the alien seed theory of  life?"
Fox smiled at her, "Just covering all the bases, babe."
. "Well,you better not do that in public or people will be coming out to 
picket you someday." Scully gave a wry smile and fox grinned back. They both 
knew that when his mind and mouth got going at the same time pure thought 
spilled out and it was the secondary thought that determined a conclusion so 
he wasn't to blame for anything he might say in the first place while letting 
his partner in on the thought process. They stared out at a field to their 
right through the scrubby bushes which their car was concealed in. It was 
planted in long rows of bush bean plants about two feet high. The lowering 
sun reflected back at them from the shiny sides of the yellow wax beans that 
hung half concealed by heart shaped leaves. Mulder turned his head and looked 
out of the left side of the windshield to where he could see the blue car in 
between more scrubby bushes and small trees. Scully continued staring out at 
the subtle beauty of the beanfield in a half meditative state. 
"You said something about the way the eyes work?" Mulder questioned.
 "Yes," she said, eyes still staring at the bean rows. "Look at young 
children, how they learn They soak up lessons like a spongue. That's life 
lessons of course, from their parents and siblings, we say things rub off on 
them and they can become so much like say, a father or someone close to them 
that some would say it has to be more than just basic five sense stimuli that 
brings this about. It's almost as if a program was downloaded into a specific 
set of neurons from the same pairings of neurons in another person's, a role 
model's head. A hypnotist is able to make a person cluck like a chicken by 
using the eyes in a conscious effort to bring a change upon his subject. Do 
we know how this works? Is it more than suggestion? We know it only lasts so 
long, that it continually needs to be reinforced before it "Burns" in. The 
people affected by the hoodoo are affected just long enough it seems to do 
some major damage and then it wears off, like a release of energy in the heat 
of a passionate argument before you realize how loud and  inconsiderate 
you're being." Fox wanted to interrupt her with a smart comment about how 
inconsiderate it is to bash someone with a brick but decided better of it. 
"And a s a baby reaches out for love perhaps it also sends out a signal of 
some kind that touches off these psychic downloads by reaching into the mind 
of another. And what if, the baby was a grown man that had had every chance 
taken away from him to exist in a normal manner and was still just merely a 
child inside whose psychic yearnings which had multiplied in power by being 
repressed unanswered in a shadow form still reached out at any individual he 
hoped could help him with a message of how his life was. Basically a cry for 
help downloaded into the normal human mind overloading it, sending it into a 
frenzy of violent, vengeful behaviour. The thoughts you spoke of when you 
were under it's influence just goes to show that it probably overloads the 
same areas in our brains where we all store our regretful incidents in life. 
All merely because we are all basically helpful people" She turned her head 
from the window and looked at Fox. He had that same pensive look and she 
thought he was going to go into another rambling theoretical discourse like 
he had before.
"Good intentions pave the road to hell," was all he said and they sat there 
in silence while the sun went down. 
 They continued waiting until late that evening when Fox 
saw the blue car's dome light come on. He reached over 
and shook Dana awake by the shoulder. She looked up at 
him. "It's alive," he said and she reached to the side 
to actuate the lever 
to make her seat go back up. 
As they sat there peering out , they saw the man get out of 
his car and do his business into a bush. Afterward, he 
went to the front door and opened it. He stood there a 
second and then leaned down into the car to inspect 
the shopping bag. Through the agent's open car window, 
they heard him say loudly, "Well' I musta' done 
something right last night."  He climbed in and there 
was a "ker-chunk" as he closed the door.
Through the bushes, the agents listened to the motor as it 
labored to start up. After the third try it fired and 
he revved it loudly to keep it going. The little four-
banger idled rough and fast as it warmed up. Inside, 
under the dome light, the agents watched as the 
salesman took out one of the half-pint bottles of 
Kessler's, put it to his lips and tipped it up 
draining it completely before throwing it down onto 
the floor of the car.
"He's not worried about cops, is he?" said Dana.
The car suddenly zoomed out of it's hiding place, it's 
headlights splitting the night as it turned down the 
dirt road toward the highway.
"Let's get going," said Fox and in another instant the 
headlights passed them on the dirt road, country music 
blaring through the open windows. "I think the only 
good thing in that car is the stereo," Fox said as he 
reached out to turn on the stereo to see if it was 
still the same station. "Yep," he said. Dana started 
the car and threw it into gear, lurched out of the 
bushes and turned onto the road with the headlights 
off. "Careful now, careful," Fox warned as he leaned 
forward and looked out at the taillights that were 
fading fast toward the highway.
"I know what I'm doing," said Dana, keeping her eyes on the 
darkened road ahead. "I took a class in surveillance 
driving techniques." Just then, the car hit a bump in 
the road and bounced wildly and Dana wrestled the 
wheel for control.
"Nice techniques!" said Fox as he gripped his seat tightly.
"Armadillo," said Dana after she had gotten the car in 
control, "Could have happened to anyone."
"Armadillos don't occur this far east," Fox said.
"When it's this dark out," joked Dana, "How's it supposed 
to know how far east it is? 
"Just follow those taillights," said Fox.
As the car they were following hit the highway heading 
North, there were still a few cars traveling on it so 
the agents felt fairly safe turning on their lights as 
they turned onto it. They followed for a few minutes 
when Dana said, " You know, he doesn't really have 
that far to go. And they do so occur throughout the 
South."
"Yeah, I know," said Fox, "After he reaches Chickamauga, 
he'll probably hole up for the night. We'll just have 
to wait and see."
"One thought occurs to me," said Dana, "Why didn't we keep 
any of that food for ourselves?"
"Yeah! And some of that whiskey," said Fox with a grin.
Fox had left the radio in the car playing and when the 
music ended Fox turned it up to listen to the DJ. His 
voice oozed out from the speakers, "Hey! Hey! This is 
Jay! Man, I hate to stop the music when it sounds so 
good on a warm Georgia night. But since all the nights 
are warm here, we'd never hear any news and there 
would be an information vacuum. Wharoooom! ( the sound 
of a vacuum cleaner comes on ) Hey! Hey! Shut that 
thing off, Clara. It'll just get dirty again. I've got 
a whole bag of tortilla chips and a bowl of salsa to 
spill  and the night is young here in fish country. ( 
Boowhomp ) News! News! They want me to tell the news! 
So here's my version of it, politicians with their 
pants down, Middle East monarchs march into madness, 
ex-world powers wallow in confusion. Now for the stuff 
I think is important. Farmers are still finding bass 
lures stuck to their cows. Come on now folks, I fish 
therefore I am out a few bucks every time I buy one of 
these lures. How can you afford that? Get over it. 
According to the rules of sportsmanship and the fish 
and game laws of Georgia, the fish is supposed to 
willingly take the bait in it's mouth. Now  I know 
that cows don't go around eatin' frogs and shiny 
wooden plugs so ya' must be snaggin' `em. Quit it! Ya' 
buncha' hicks. Oh' yeah, speakin' of hicks. Cole 
Hunter has not yet sought the seriously needed 
psychiatric help which would rid him of the urge to 
make a complete ass of himself. And, yes, I don't mean 
to advertise for him but he is still throwing his 
Pompous Picnic for Peanut Heads or would that be his 
Raucous Romp for racists ? At any rate, don't go 
there. As you know by now from our previous 
broadcasts, Cole's Cretinous Communion coincides with 
the Battle of Chickamauga Reenactment. It not only 
coincides with the time, but with the location as 
well. So you all's coming from the North to get to the 
reenactment, make sure you don't take a right instead 
of a left when you get to the entrance or you might 
find yourself in a movie you don't want to be in. If 
you're coming from the South, that's vice a versa for 
you. OH, hey! Word from our sponsor coming up, 
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Fox turned the radio down. "That's funny," he said to Dana, 
"I was sure the car was going to go out of control 
again when Cole's name was mentioned."
"Lucky it didn't," said Dana glancing to the side to look 
at Fox, "This car coming toward us was just passing it 
right about then."
"Look out!" Fox yelled and reached out and pushed at the 
top of the steering wheel. Dana's head snapped forward 
and her hands clenched on the steering wheel as she 
finished Fox's actions and steered into the other lane 
to avoid by inches a head-on crash with the other car 
she had just mentioned. Dana expertly turned the car 
before it went off the road and, with a minimum of 
fish-tailing, brought it to a halt on the side of the 
road.
"Wow!" said Fox sinking relievedly back into his seat. 
"Good driving."
Dana's hands still white-knuckled the steering wheel. She 
looked at Fox with wide eyes, "If you hadn't pushed 
the wheel...." She took one hand off of the wheel and 
put it over her face and let out a relieved, "Whew !"
Fox, meanwhile, took off his seatbelt and looked over the 
back of his seat and out the window. Instead of seeing 
the other car stuck in a beanfield as he had expected 
to however, it was about a hundred yards back and just 
spinning around in a cloud of dust on the shoulder to 
head back toward the agents.
"Go! Go!" Fox yelled at Dana as he spun around and put his 
seatbelt on. "It's coming back and I don't think it's 
to apologize!"
Scully looked into the rearview mirror and saw the car's 
headlights getting bigger. She threw the car into 
drive and floored it, aiming for the middle of the 
road. As the car behind them got closer, Dana began to 
veer from one shoulder to the other like a marine 
dodging bullets. Just as she nosed over the center 
line from the left, the car caught up with them and 
Dana dropped the auto shifter into second and hit the 
gas causing their car to lurch out of the way. The 
charging vehicle flew past where they were a second 
before and Scully hit the brakes. When she did, she 
looked at the other car as it went by. The dome light 
had come on and she saw two terrified children in the 
back seat, screaming and tugging at the woman driving 
in a desperate attempt to get her to stop.
"Oh my god, Mulder! There are children in that car!" Scully 
said. They both watched in horror as the car's driver 
struggled to maintain control of the vehicle as she 
oversteered and it careened wildly back and forth 
across the highway. She came too close to going off 
the road when she hit her brakes and stopped dead, 
sideways in the road.
Again, Fox and Dana let out a sigh of relief. They sat 
there looking at the car for a moment. "What should we 
do?" Said Dana.
"I'm not sure..." Fox said and up ahead of them, the road 
which until now had been straight began to curve as it 
went along a series of hills. Three curves up Fox saw 
the unmistakable marker lights of a semi truck as it 
wound it's way toward them and the car stopped in the 
road. "....But we'd better do it fast!" And he pointed 
at the truck.
Once again, Dana stepped on the gas and sped up the road to 
the car. She stopped before she got to it and left her 
lights to shine on it. She and Fox got out of the car 
and Fox ran up the road with a flashlight while Dana 
ran to the car. In the car, the driver slumped over 
the steering wheel sobbing and Dana knocked 
desperately on the window to get her attention. 
Meanwhile, Fox sprinted up the road in an attempt to 
gain enough yardage that the semi would have enough 
time to stop if it even paid attention to his warning.
Back at the car, the two children in the rear seats, a boy 
and a girl, of about nine and ten were struggling to 
get out but the doors would not open. Their mother was 
not responding to Dana's knocking and she was 
beginning to fear that the truck would get there 
before they could get out. Dana realized that the car 
was probably equipped with a childproof feature that 
enabled the driver to lock the back doors with the 
front lock. It bothered her to think that a mother who 
cared about her children enough to worry that they 
might be hurt falling from the car would endanger them 
so terribly. She looked in the back window and 
motioned for the children to reach into the front and 
unlock the door. The little blonde-haired girl in pig-
tails fearfully reached past her mom's seat and pulled 
the lever. Dana opened the rear door and the kids 
spilled out onto the road and clutched at her legs 
sobbing. Dana hustled them down the road to a tree 
along the side and told them to stay there and then 
she ran back to the car and began to wrestle the 
mother away from the steering wheel.
As she did, The semi-truck was just rounding the last bend 
in the road and Fox waved his arms and flashlight at 
it from the side of the road. As it went by the driver 
glanced down at Fox and said, "What the...?" Before he 
turned his head straight and saw the car in the road 
ahead of him. He hit his brakes but he had a big load 
behind him and the big wheels screeched and groaned 
along the pavement as they strained to stop the big 
truck.
Dana's reaction time quickened as she heard the big truck 
bearing down on them. She reached around the woman and 
unbuckled her seatbelt and the shoulder harness 
recoiled past her and she leaned in and grabbed the 
woman under her armpits. Dana bent her knees and with 
all of her strength kicked backwards and jerked the 
woman from the car. They both fell to the ground and 
Dana picked herself up and dragged the woman to the 
side of the road just as the semi hit the car with a 
crash and final screech of the brakes. The woman 
hanging limply in Dana's arms suddenly came to and 
began screaming for her children and they ran up the 
road to her and she slid from Dana's arms and slumped 
on the ground and embraced them tearfully.

Red, blue and yellow lights from the police cars and tow 
trucks flashed through the rear window as Fox and Dana 
drove away from the accident scene. From the passenger 
seat, Dana said to Fox, "I don't think you could 
possibly lie to me now!"
"About what?" Fox said.
"After watching you lie to those cops, out there, I think 
I've got you pegged." Dana said with a sly look.
"Oh yeah?" Said Fox, "There's a lot more to me than just a 
blank expression and a good story."
`Oh sure! Just watch yourself." She said teasingly and then 
she added, "Actually, I can't quite shake the feeling 
of saying that the woman merely lost control of her 
car when she was really trying to run us down like 
dogs."
"How does it feel that we loaded up a possessed alcoholic 
with booze and let him loose in a car out on a public 
highway?" said Fox. "And then we lose sight of him 
because he has the indiscriminate ability to turn 
ordinary people into psycho killers by staring at 
them?"
"Okay," Dana said, "Just don't say that again, you almost 
broke through my ability to mentally block that fact 
out, ever since we bought that for him."
"Ha, I knew you had to be relying on something other than 
your cold hard analytical disposition," Fox said and 
added, "You know, it's learned to drive."
"What?" said Dana.
"The hoodoo, the possessor. Judging by the fact that it 
didn't run off the road and managed to affect the 
woman's mind, I'd say it now has it's learners 
permit."
"This can't be good," said Dana and leaned back in her seat 
and closed her eyes. Fox continued driving until they 
reached Chickamauga a short time later and they 
managed to get a hotel room for the night since 
everybody who was in town for the reenactment was out 
sleeping in authentic troop tents.
The next morning the agents rose early and began combing 
the countryside for the little blue car. They searched 
in all directions, working fast so they could get back 
to Cole's picnic. After they had looked down every 
road and in every field near the historic park with no 
luck, they decided to go back and wait by the 
entrances to the two events. When they got near the 
gate to the Historic park they saw a long line of cars 
and pick-up trucks slowly making their way into the 
parking lots near the visitor's center. On the 
opposite side of the highway from it was another 
entrance. A long metal pipe framed wire gate with a 
padlocked chain wrapped around a fence post guarded a 
private dirt road that cut it's way a couple of 
hundred yards through a green pasture and terminated 
in a grove of pine trees.
Fox pulled the car over to the side of the highway where he 
could see both entrances. "So that must be where the 
Cole Hunter thing is going on. Do you think?" he said.
Dana put down the binoculars she was using to eye the road 
in front of them and said, "The radio said it was 
right across from the park entrance, so that must be 
it." She put her binoculars to her eyes again and 
looked at the grove of trees at the end of the dirt 
road. "I can see a couple of cars back in those trees. 
Nothing else. If that's where it is, it hasn't started 
yet," she said and lowered the binocs and relaxed into 
her seat.
"I guess we will just have to wait and see if he shows up," 
said Fox.
"Here's something now." Dana said as she looked out of the 
car toward the trees.
Fox looked past her to see a grey four-door sending up a 
cloud of dust behind it as it barreled up the road 
toward the gate. When it got there the driver slammed 
on the brakes and skidded to a halt sending more dust 
over the car to where it was obscured from view for a 
moment until the dust cloud drifted out over the cars 
on the highway.
The agents watched as two men got out of the car. One of 
them walked over and unlocked the gate while the other 
opened the car's trunk and lifted something out of it. 
He carried it over to the gate where the other was 
waiting and they walked out to the fence on the 
outside  and unfurled a long banner and began 
attaching it there. When they were done, they went 
back to the car and sat in it and waited.
As Dana and Fox sat in their car they couldn't help but 
observe the changes in the people pulling into the 
park after the banner announcing Cole's picnic was 
hung. Some of them rolled up their windows and stared 
straight ahead while others rolled their windows down 
and yelled angrily and shook their fists at the two 
men sitting in the car. When this happened, one or the 
other of the two men would lazily stick his hand out 
of the window and display his middle finger to the 
shouter.
Soon, some of the cars coming down the road began turning 
off into the private drive and stopping and talking 
through the windows to the men in the car. Afterwards, 
they would be given what looked like a flyer and be 
sent down the road toward the grove of trees. Some of 
the cars that pulled in, however, did not make it past 
the gate check and were sent back out the way they 
came. Most of these cars pulled over along the highway 
just past the fence banner and the people who emerged 
from them carried signs with anti-racist slogans and 
began congregating noisily on the highway just outside 
of the gate. They were joined by a small contingent of 
uniformed police officers who stayed just down the 
road from it all watching out for signs of trouble.
 Fox and Dana continued to sit in the car and watch. "I see 
they got their recommended sign slogans off of the 
internet," Fox said.
Dana pointed out the windshield at a protester and said, 
"There's a new one. White Blight. Did you notice all 
of these protesters are white themselves? No wonder 
there's so much self loathing going on in..."
"Hey, look at that." Fox cut her off suddenly. "Uh, oh, 
looks like trouble." Dana looked out at where the two 
men from the car walked out of the gate and into the 
midst of the protesters. They walked up to where a 
group of them were standing in front of the banner on 
the fence and began telling them to move away from it. 
The protesters stood their ground and the decibels 
rose as both sides verbally assaulted one another.
A blue car suddenly drove past the agents and sped into the 
driveway and sped down the dirt road toward the trees. 
The two gate guards turned from their argument and ran 
back into the gate to their car and looked puzzled 
about what to do next. Should they watch the gate or 
go after the car. Fox answered their question for them 
by driving through the gate. The two men jumped out 
into the road and blocked his way. Fox pulled out his 
ID and held it up to the two men.
"We don't recognize you," one of them said with a sneer.
Fox squinted out the window from the sun and said, "We're 
not from around here."