"What the hell." Pusher said half confused, half laughing, " What was that all about?" turning to face the table, and the two people standing there. Standing?

"Game's up Modell." Scully smiled. She and Mulder were both walking towards him.

Pusher began backing up. " You can't possibly be."

"Ready to break your jaw?" Mulder clenched his fist, and advanced on him.

Grabbing the weaken Modell he toss him to the ground and ordered. "Sit"

"Scully..." Byers voice was weak, and things were still dim "What's marked on the bottle and cups"

"Japanese characters, the bottle and one cup match, the other cup is marked different it."

" Poisoned..." Byers lost his battle with consciousness and the pain took him out with a thud.

Scully's eyes widened. Mulder's heart sank.

Mulder, pissed, grabbed the bottle and shoved it at Modell. "Drink, drink or I'll kill you right now."

Pusher grinned like the insane. "Sure, why not." and he took a large chug.

Hurried footsteps approached, and halted at Byers prone form.

"Frohike help Byers, Langley go get help for him." Mulder directed and Langley left.

Frohike started working on Byers.

"Modell, What was the poison? How long before it." Scully was trying to remember the location of the closest ER.

"Time, No more Time, all gone. No doctor to fix you up. No time." Modell was losing his grip on sanity.

"Antidote! He must have some stashed here." Mulder didn't know where to start looking.

Time, did they have time to look? Oh, hell. Game Time.

"We are all poisoned, I'm betting there has to be enough antidote here for at least one person."

"Modell we finish this now."

"I was right, Mulder you are a man of honor."

"And so are you, if I win you'll give up the antidote."

"What's the game Mulder?" Pusher was grinning again.

"Best of three, Paper, Rocks, Scissors."

His eyes dancing with lunacy Pusher began laughing. " Roshambo!! Oh, Yes, pure genius, perfect."

Mulder and Modell stand opposite each other with one outstretched fist at waist height. Their distance between their fists is about three feet.

Scully counted " Ready, 1, 2, 3 "

With each number their right fists rose back towards the shoulder and lowered.

On the count of three. Mulder Scissors.  Modell Rock.

Scully announced " Modell. One to zero". Modell was smirking.

Again " 1, 2, 3." Mulder paper. Modell Scissors

"Modell, Two to Zero " Modell was feeling smug. Scully prayed Mulder knew what he was doing

" 1, 2, 3 " Mulder Scissors. Modell paper.

" Mulder One - two "

" 1, 2, 3" Mulder paper. Modell Rock.

"Mulder Two to Two " Scully tried to hide the "YES!" screaming in her mind.

" 1, 2, 3 " Mulder Scissors, Modell Scissors

"Stalemate. Redo round. 1, 2, 3"

Mulder Paper, Modell Paper.

"Stalemate. Redo round. 1, 2, 3"

Mulder Paper, Modell Rock

" Mulder Three to Two, Game and Match. " Scully was relieved.

Modell looked shocked, for a second, and then extended a hand for Mulder to shake.

As Mulder shook hands, Scully snapped a handcuff on Modell's wrist. Then the other cuff on his arm, both arms behind his back.

"Well. The antidote Modell." Mulder was getting edgy.

Modell just grinned he wasn't going to say anything

"You sorry bastard."

Frohike keeping pressure on Byers wounds was surprised to see his friend fighting his way to being awake.

Byers fought the pounding darkness " Mulder. You've been poisoned."

Byers head was spinning and things were really dimming " Scully, your cup, different, contains antidote, no poison."

"Damn, hidden in plain sight." She sighed

The distant sounds of police cars and an ambulance were getting louder, and two very tired agents were ready to wind this case down.

"Modell what does this writing mean on my cup?" Scully asked.

Modell began to laugh, and then laugh even harder until tears were rolling down his face.

" It says, it means to ' take a walk'."

Mulder reached out "I'll take that walk, now, Scully."