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Dana could feel shock settling in. Mulder laid some feet away, unconscious, and under her fingers she could feel his informant's pulse weakening just as the car of his would be murderers left at full speed.
And with all her medical knowledge, she knew that man was lost. A bullet to the heart meant that you died in under less than a minute, and she was absolutely powerless to stop it. Even though she owed it to him to have gotten Mulder back.
"Move away from him! Now!"
She lifted her eyes numbly toward two silhouettes running in their direction. Her brain barely registered that they weren't cops, but not much else. A tall woman, a somewhat shorter man. Both with hoods over their heads. She couldn't see their faces, and she crawled away from the informant to cover Mulder as best she could, raising a gun in their direction menacingly. The two of them walked right past her, completely ignoring the threat. The woman rushed to the downed informant and put her two hands over his torso without actually touching it. The man was speaking to no one that she could see, so probably through an earpiece, and at the same time he tore open the blood-stained shirt of the victim.
"No cameras? Are you certain? Just raise a kekkai, I don't want to risk being seen and my hands are busy."
Nothing seemed to happen at first, and then the air around them seemed to distort for a second before all went back to normal. No abnormal heat could be felt that would have explained the phenomena. The man pulled off his hood, and his woman companion gasped.
"So you're..."
"Concentrate or we'll lose him. I can't use reiki like you do. He needs your energy right now."
Dana slowly approached as the man used a hand to entangle his long red hair. She stopped breathing when small, tiny vines seemed to grow around this same hand, too fast for it to be possible, and she wondered whether she had fallen unconscious herself and was dreaming the whole thing.
"Boss... Do you know what you're doing?"
"I have never done anything that delicate before if that's what you are asking."
He put the vines over the hole in the informant's torso.
"But we need to hear what that man knows. Our allies won't be able to do anything if he dies. They are obligated to follow protocol for humans you know that. So we have to improvise."
Dana could see the vines crawling inside the hole, pushing even more blood out to the body. The informant didn't even twitch.
"He's dying." She whispered.
"I have some men gathering blood pouches of different types."
"They won't know which one to use..."
"Oh, they will."
"That's stupid! He'll already be dead!"
The red-headed young man had closed his eyes and didn't seem to be listening to her anymore. She could see something moving inside the informant's torso, probably tearing even more blood vessels.
Slowly she saw something being pushed out of the wound, until it fell down on the road. Stumped Dana brought the bullet in front of her eyes, not quite believing what she was seeing.
"That's not possible."
The tall woman snorted.
"I had noticed that skeptic streak when we met the last time."
"Huh?"
And then slowly the blood stopped flowing out of the wound. Miraculously the informant was still breathing, though it was shallow and irregular. The young man pulled back, opening striking green eyes.
"I'm using the vines as stitches right now. His heart is beating but he won't last long, he needs a healer. We need to move to the closest safe house. Can you heal the smaller damage I caused?"
"No, I can only force his body not to give up. I don't generally use reiki, and I'm an amateur when it comes to healing."
Said the woman with a shake of her head. The young man didn't frown, didn't sigh. It seemed he had already known the answer before-hand.
"I'm calling in reinforcement in any case. We cannot stay here. We are out in the open. Agent Scully, we will be using your car. Can you bring it closer? Put agent Mulder in the trunk if you are certain his life isn't in danger. You will drive, and I'll sit next to you."
"Then I'll be in the backseats with John Doe here?" Asked the woman.
The young man nodded, and his accomplice didn't question him further.
"He needs to go to the hospital..." Intervened Dana.
"Where they will be waiting for the moment to inject him with some poison to finish him off. I don't care whether you trust us or not agent Scully, but your cooperation would be greatly appreciated."
"He said that we should trust no one..."
"And just this once it is the very thing that might save his life."
The same life he'd risked to save Mulder. And suddenly Dana realized she really had no choice at all but to comply.
"Fine."
But she intended to get some explanations out of these two. Because this time the need to know went too far. Too little information, too much necessity to uncover the truth, too many people's lives on the line all made for too much risks. Being left in the dark was too risky, they couldn't do it again.
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