Reyes: Special Agent Monica Reyes walked down the busy DC Street. I have to be out of here in a half an hour... I'll never make it...I'll try. I need to make this deposit. She turned into the glass bank doors. The reflection of the cars swirled in the imperfections of the bulletproof doors, as they swung open and closed. Inside was about twenty or so people waiting in line.
Mulder: Special Agent Fox Mulder sat at his desk in the basement office... waiting. He was waiting for something, although he knew not what. So he sat there, throwing his #2 pencils at the ceiling.
Reyes: Impatiently, Reyes tapped an envelope on the counter next to her. She looked at the wall clock above the long line of bankers, down at her watch, than she went back to standing and waiting. Behind her stood a relatively tall man in a black trench coat. He looked like he, too, was in a pretty big hurry. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him shift his weight. Normally, this wouldn't be an unusual thing, but along with the movement came a metallic clinking. Then she heard it. The Clear, distinct noise of a revolver getting armed to be fired. Quickly she picked up her cell phone. The last number she had dialed was the x-files office, so she just pushed 'dial'.
Mulder: Mulder reclined in his desk's chair as he made shapes out of the pencils stuck in the ceiling. ((Connect the dots, Mulder style)) Suddenly, the phone rung. the phone rung twice, than he picked it up just before the third ring. Although Mulder couldn't yet hear the voices, he could feel the fear and tension flowing through the phones earpiece. "Hello?"
Reyes: "Agent Mulder?" Reyes' voice came through slightly whispered. "Agent Mulder? Are you there? I'm at the bank at thirty fi-" Her voice cut off
The cool feeling of metal pressed against her back. "No body move?!"
Mulder: "Reyes?" Mulder softly whispered "Whats happening?" Mulder ran out of the basement office, leaving his jacket behind. He looked back into the office, just in time to see the pencil stuck in the ceiling where the trigger would be fall out of the ceiling, and drop noislesly onto the floor.
Mulder: Special Agent Fox Mulder sat at his desk in the basement office... waiting. He was waiting for something, although he knew not what. So he sat there, throwing his #2 pencils at the ceiling.
Reyes: Impatiently, Reyes tapped an envelope on the counter next to her. She looked at the wall clock above the long line of bankers, down at her watch, than she went back to standing and waiting. Behind her stood a relatively tall man in a black trench coat. He looked like he, too, was in a pretty big hurry. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him shift his weight. Normally, this wouldn't be an unusual thing, but along with the movement came a metallic clinking. Then she heard it. The Clear, distinct noise of a revolver getting armed to be fired. Quickly she picked up her cell phone. The last number she had dialed was the x-files office, so she just pushed 'dial'.
Mulder: Mulder reclined in his desk's chair as he made shapes out of the pencils stuck in the ceiling. ((Connect the dots, Mulder style)) Suddenly, the phone rung. the phone rung twice, than he picked it up just before the third ring. Although Mulder couldn't yet hear the voices, he could feel the fear and tension flowing through the phones earpiece. "Hello?"
Reyes: "Agent Mulder?" Reyes' voice came through slightly whispered. "Agent Mulder? Are you there? I'm at the bank at thirty fi-" Her voice cut off
The cool feeling of metal pressed against her back. "No body move?!"
Mulder: "Reyes?" Mulder softly whispered "Whats happening?" Mulder ran out of the basement office, leaving his jacket behind. He looked back into the office, just in time to see the pencil stuck in the ceiling where the trigger would be fall out of the ceiling, and drop noislesly onto the floor.