The jeep was parked several hundred yards away across the compound and all three of them looked at it longingly, "I don't suppose you have keys for that?" Mulder asked Bennett.

"The keys should be in it," Bennett offered, helpfully, "We shared the jeep and it's not like anyone was going to steal it way out here this time of year."

Mulder nodded, "You're driving then. Agent Scully and I will cover our way over there. We need to hurry before we lose our chance."

Bennett nodded and opened the door, "No time like the present." He said, jogging across the compound, crouching low all the way. Scully heard a shout behind her and winced. Don't look back, she thought, if they made it to the jeep, they might have enough of a lead to get away.

"Grant!" There were more shouts and now all three of the escapees were sprinting. Scully knew she was slowing Mulder down as he ran behind her, but her head began to swim and her legs felt like lead. She pushed, running out of breath as the world began to spin. Not now, she thought, you can't pass out now. She kept Bennett's back in focus, following it despite the fact that it felt like she was running in circles.

Mulder watched as Scully's hustle became noticeably slower and less beelined. He looked behind him to see some of Grant's men emerging from the food hall. He fired two shots in their direction, hoping they would think twice and take cover. When he turned back to Scully however, Grant flew out of nowhere and tackled her to the ground. Mulder practically tripped on their fallen bodies, but used his force to descend on Grant. Scully scrambled away from the wrestling men, and got back on her feet, her gun poised toward the fight.

Grant grabbed Mulder's arm, preventing him from using the gun and the two continued to struggle for power of the weapon. Scully aimed over and over again, but the brawl was moving and changing so fast that she was sure she'd hit Mulder if she fired with her blurry sight. Two arms rose in the air, Mulder's hand still grasping the gun as Grant's hand gripped Mulder's wrist. Scully aimed one last time and fired, hitting Grant's arm. Blood exploded in the opposite direction of the bullet and Grant's hollered out in agony. Helpless now, he curled his body around his injured arm as Mulder shoved himself off of the ground to stand beside his partner. Catching his breath, Mulder was surprised to hear Scully hit the ground beside him and knelt down just as bullets came flying their way.

"Scully." He said, gathering her in his arms. She was out, he thought, worriedly as the jeep came flying up beside him, Bennett behind the wheel, "Get the bloody hell in!" He shouted at them and Mulder felt a rush of gratitude that he didn't leave them. Not wanting to waste time, Mulder simply pulled himself in the front seat with an unconscious Scully in his lap.

The bullets continued to rain down and Bennett whirled the jeep around and floored the gas pedal. On foot, Grant's people had no chance to catch up and Mulder breathed a sigh of relief when the shots slowly quieted.

"She alright?" Bennett asked, when he felt they were out of harm's way.

"She's alive." Was all Mulder said, not knowing the actual answer to Bennett's question, "We need a hospital." His hazel eyes ran over his partner with concern, but she showed no signs of waking, her head lay inert against his chest.

Bennett sighed, "All in good time." He said, quietly as they continued down the dirt road toward civilization.