he feints toward the door, then reverses direction. heads to the back of the place.
slows, then speeds up.
throwing himself away backward, but the bullet catches him in the head. blood and glass spraying onto the side of the van. he goes down to the ground -- as the paramedic van accelerates fast away.
moving through the bar -- real panic in his expression. he heads to the back.
pulling a compact pair of binoculars from one of his deep jacket pockets. training them on:
his hands going to a pocket on the inside of the jacket scully is wearing -- his jacket -- finding again the syringe that he used on scully. it is still partially full of vaccine. mulder finding this, getting ready to use it when --
looking the other way down the corridor, seeing --
lifting scully up with all his strength he has left in him. he's got to get her overhead now, back up the venting that he slipped down from. she is weak and of little help.
beneath her, pushing with all his might. his hands under her shoes now, forcing her up into the vent like a rolled carpet into the rafters.
pushing scully up the last little way. then reaching up to find a handhold for himself. grabbing hold and lifting himself as one of his feet kicks at the ice -- where the creature he was just face to face with bursts from its icy pod. one hand, then the other shooting out of the ice where they have broken through the host. ripping open the front of the body, including the man's face. making a slimy, gaping tear in what was formerly flesh.