Reyes: Slowly she raised her arms, lifting her jacket up above her gun. For a moment, she thought of reaching for her gun and trying to take the situation single handedly. The men looked away for only a second. Reyes took the opertunity to reach down for her gun. A split second later he turned around and realised she was about to shot him. Number one rulde of combat, shoot them b afore they shoot you.
Mulder: Mulder hopped into his car and wove through the busy D.C. street. A charter bus slowly crove in fornt of him. An identlical bus was to the right and one was behind him. Mulder glanced over the the left, deciding wiether to drive on the side walk. A fence surrounded the construction on his left. He was trapped, and had no option but to wait for a chance to escape.
Reyes: Before she was half way around, the ringing noise of a gunshot rang through the large marble room. With a loud cry of pain, Monica felt herself fall to the ground Her right shoulder was screaming with pain. Carefully, she brought her left hand up to grab it.
Mulder: Mulder's fury rose inside of him. He rolled down the window, leaned his head out the window and screamed an endless string of obsenities. He was so caught up in his anger that he didn't realise the charter bus behind him was riding his ass. As Mulder pulled his head back into the car he was thrown forward, Slamming his head into the windsheild. He could feel a warm substance on his right arm. Slowly, he reached up with his left hand and grabbed the spot where glass had embeded itself in his arm.
Reyes: She soon realised she couldn't move her right arm for the moment. hoplessly, she lay there. The man bent down and grabbed her gun. She tried to stop him, but the pain was overwhelming.
Mulder: Mulder reached down with his left arm and undid his seat belt. I cna't let her get hurt...or.... die. I've got to get there. He slowly got out of the car, not even attempting to close the door. His entire body burned as the pain surged through him. He took off his shirt, the pain almost numbing him. Cautiously, he pressed the once white shirt against his arm and began to run. I have to get there
Reyes: In severe pain, she lay almost in her axact spot in line. Two of the three bandits were getting the bankers to fill the money in the bags, the third stood in the middle of the room holding both his revolver and Reyes' Sig P226.
Mulder: As Mulder was running, Something caught his eye. Mulder stopped for a moment, scared of what that ment. Mulder kept on running, running twords the bank. Although he knew not where 35th street was, or how to get there, he knew he was running twords it.
Mulder: Mulder hopped into his car and wove through the busy D.C. street. A charter bus slowly crove in fornt of him. An identlical bus was to the right and one was behind him. Mulder glanced over the the left, deciding wiether to drive on the side walk. A fence surrounded the construction on his left. He was trapped, and had no option but to wait for a chance to escape.
Reyes: Before she was half way around, the ringing noise of a gunshot rang through the large marble room. With a loud cry of pain, Monica felt herself fall to the ground Her right shoulder was screaming with pain. Carefully, she brought her left hand up to grab it.
Mulder: Mulder's fury rose inside of him. He rolled down the window, leaned his head out the window and screamed an endless string of obsenities. He was so caught up in his anger that he didn't realise the charter bus behind him was riding his ass. As Mulder pulled his head back into the car he was thrown forward, Slamming his head into the windsheild. He could feel a warm substance on his right arm. Slowly, he reached up with his left hand and grabbed the spot where glass had embeded itself in his arm.
Reyes: She soon realised she couldn't move her right arm for the moment. hoplessly, she lay there. The man bent down and grabbed her gun. She tried to stop him, but the pain was overwhelming.
Mulder: Mulder reached down with his left arm and undid his seat belt. I cna't let her get hurt...or.... die. I've got to get there. He slowly got out of the car, not even attempting to close the door. His entire body burned as the pain surged through him. He took off his shirt, the pain almost numbing him. Cautiously, he pressed the once white shirt against his arm and began to run. I have to get there
Reyes: In severe pain, she lay almost in her axact spot in line. Two of the three bandits were getting the bankers to fill the money in the bags, the third stood in the middle of the room holding both his revolver and Reyes' Sig P226.
Mulder: As Mulder was running, Something caught his eye. Mulder stopped for a moment, scared of what that ment. Mulder kept on running, running twords the bank. Although he knew not where 35th street was, or how to get there, he knew he was running twords it.