Pusher's special talent had always been to manipulate the minds around
him. He had an exceptionally delicious game planned for this particular
agent. Certain information he had received about the man's psychology
from the files he had stolen from the F.B.I. offices had intrigued him.
He indicated to the agent, with his gun, to put his hands behind his
head, lacing the fingers together. Mulder complied, his face a mask,
trying to hide his fear.
"I really don't want to kill you, Mulder." He let his voice become just
that little bit more soothing. "In a way, I quite like you." Mulder
shivered, shook his head dazedly, as the Pusher's influence began to
weave its way into his brain. "I've been reading all about you Mulder.
It's quite interesting." He waved the agent's confidential file in his
face. "Turns out you're in quite a bit of denial. Suppressed
homosexuality!"
PUSH
Mulder's eyes flared in hot rage, and the predictable denial. He had a
hook in the agent's mind now. It only remained to twist it in deeper.
Any emotional response from his subjects was a way into their minds, a
way they left themselves unguarded. He pushed again.
Mulder moaned softly, his hands pressing the sides of his head.
"It's so sad that you have to hide what you are, Agent Mulder. Let me
help you resolve those feelings.
PUSH
Mulder's eyes went unfocussed, he felt so strange, light headed. Gently
Modell reached forward, and tilted up Mulder's chin, staring into the
beautiful brown eyes. He was going to have such fun. He may even make
Mulder his own special project. He let his fingers stray down to the
zipper on his pants. He was feeling, as always, quite aroused by his own
powers. He had conquered Mulder's mind, and it would be so amusing to
let the agent take care of him.
"Have you ever given any thought as to how sensitive the human tongue
is, Mulder.
PUSH
Then the agent was going down on him, eagerly, taking his big penis into
that warm mouth. Hands went up around him, clutching at his thighs, and
he moaned in satisfaction as he watched Mulder's head moving up and down
between his legs. The poor dupe wasn't particularly adept at sucking a
man off, which made Modell believe that he really was as repressed as
his file stated. Modell began to thrust forcefully into Mulder's mouth,
forcing the agent to deep throat him, enjoying the small whimpers that
he made. The thought of an F.B.I. agent doing this to him, like a cheap
whore, on his knees, was such a turn on that within moments, Modell
climaxed, shooting cum deep into Mulder's mouth.
PUSH
Mulder eagerly swallowed what was offered to him. Then his head sank
forward and a shiver ran through him. Modell heard what sounded
suspiciously like a sob. He rearranged his clothing. Less than ten
minutes, not bad timing. Now for the second part of his plan. They would
be ready to send someone else in after him soon.
PUSH
You'll forget that for a while, Mulder. In fact, you'll forget for
exactly one year. Modell laughed, now to fuck up Mulder's mind for a
long, long time. A sort of insurance policy if his master plan failed to
work. Just before you start to remember, you're going to find yourself a
big man in leather, and you're going to let him fuck you senseless,
anyone will do. Then you'll remember who made you do it, and what it
felt like to be my bitch. I bet you'll be so overwhelmed by what you've
done, you'll shoot yourself. In fact, I'm sure of it." What a sweet
revenge that would be, if Modell were to die today.
PUSH
He made Mulder sit facing him across a table and placed his gun between
them. It was then that Mulder's pretty partner walked in. Pusher smiled
at them both. He was going to play a game of Russian roulette, and win.
After all, as a warrior who followed the Japanese way of Budo, he
considered himself brave enough to face death, so he won either way. He
made Mulder pick up the gun and point it at him, despite the pretty
woman's pleas. And Mulder's eyes showed fro a moment the hatred that
Pusher had generated in him. Then Pusher placed his hand over Mulder's
in a half caress. "Just one shot!"
PUSH
Mulder pulled the trigger, and it clicked on an empty chamber.
Mulder's partner was becoming increasingly agitated, and her fear turned
to disbelief as Mulder picked up the gun and pointed it towards his own
head. Pusher smiled, letting Mulder feel just a trace of that despair
that he had felt when he was on his knees.
PUSH
Mulder pulled the trigger, his face contorting in anguish. And again, he
was favoured by the goddess of luck. Then Pusher made Mulder point the
weapon at his partner, savouring the horror in her eyes. Mulder fought
desperately against him, uselessly of course. Pusher had fingers of
control deep into the agent's brain by now. Then the bitch pulled the
fire alarm button. His concentration shattered. And Mulder swung the gun
towards him, pulling the trigger again and again, long after the time
when his last bullet took Pusher in the head.
One year later.....
Alex Krycek was between assignments and bored, so he had decided to
spend the evening in his local leather bar. He planned to get slightly
drunk, never totally, and pick up a stranger for a little casual sex.
Maybe even someone attractive; one armed men weren't too popular in this
neighbourhood, they took what they could get. The bar was smoky and hot,
and the pounding music was kind of distracting, in a way that made him
think of jungle drums and hot, steamy bodies writhing under the stars.
He should be so lucky.
Alex let his gaze wander around the room, taking in the clientele.
Mostly biker types at the moment, with the odd business man looking for
cheap thrills. He wondered if he came into that category. Most of the
time, when someone approached him, there was an edge of danger in his
eyes that scared them. He felt a bit like a predator among sheep. Some
of the bikers were pretty rough types though. Well you had to be big and
have muscles like steel to handle one of those 2000c.c. Harleys. He
looked hungrily at the group of three men who were dancing on the other
side of the dance floor. Yeah, a night of rough sex with one of them
would just suit him at the moment. But the bikers already had their
night planned. They were in a rough circle around a man who was dancing
in instinctive sensuality, to the thumping music. There was an odd sense
of familiarity to the wide shoulders and the long muscular legs. Though
Alex couldn't see his face, the man's hands were moving across his body
in a way that sent blood pumping to Alex's cock, even as he watched.
Then, as the tempo of the music changed, the man flung back his head,
and Alex saw that it was Fox Mulder.
The agent didn't seem concerned by the looks that the three bikers were
exchanging. In fact, he didn't seem very aware of his surroundings at
all. There was an almost vacant look in his eyes, and he wore a faintly
bewildered expression that made Alex wonder if someone had drugged the
agent. Though he couldn't think of any drug that would make anyone so
eager for sex. For Mulder was plainly hot for it. He grabbed at the
nearest biker and pulled his head down, kissing him hungrily, rubbing
himself against the smooth leather the big man wore. The grin the man
gave his friends was anything but benevolent. Whatever he was planning,
Alex decided, wasn't going to be the pleasurable event that Mulder
seemed to crave. Alex drifted closer, concealed in the crowd.
"I want to go home with you!" Mulder pleaded with the big man.
"Sure, sweet thing. I'm going to give you a night you'll never forget.
You want that?" Mulder nodded, and pressed his hand against the broad
chest, rubbing little circles against the black leather of the bigger
man's jacket.
Alex moved so that he just stood behind the big man, and Mulder couldn't
fail to see him. He was curious as to how the agent would react. Hazel
eyes lifted for a moment, as the biker turned to whisper to his friends,
and met green ones. A momentary puzzlement crossed Mulder's face, as he
stared into the eyes of his nemesis, less than three feet away from him.
Then Mulder shook his head, and turned back to the biker with a tender
smile.
"Please can we go now, I need you so much." With a seductive smile, he
slid his finger into his mouth and began to suck on it suggestively.
With a growl of lust, the man swung an arm around Mulder's waist and
tugged him towards the entrance. His two friends exchanged smirks and
followed at a distance.
Shit! What the hell was he going to do now? Mulder hadn't seemed to
recognise him, and was obviously out of his mind for some reason. Maybe
one of their many enemies had slipped him something. Stupid fuck. He
hadn't even seen the danger he was in from those guys. It was pretty
obvious what they were planning to do to the agent, and his pleasure, or
even his consent wouldn't come into it. Just another gang rape victim to
add to the statistics. Alex liked his sex dangerous on occasion, but
even he wouldn't do anything that stupid to get a cheap thrill.
With a sigh, he headed towards the entrance after them. He just knew he
was going to regret this! But he had always had a soft spot for Mulder,
and despite the antagonism between them, he couldn't let the poor sap
get into that sort of trouble.
When Alex exited the bar, he couldn't see Mulder and his escort at
first. Then he caught sight of a shadow flitting round the corner, and
silently followed the agent. He was right, of course. As soon as Mulder
was on his own with those three, they all closed in on him. Two of them
grabbed the agent and the third began to unbuckle his belt. Mulder
looked at them in faint bafflement.
"I don't understand.... Why are you doing this?" He tried to free his
hands, uselessly. He cast an appealing look at the big man who he had
been seducing. The man grinned, and patted Mulder on his cheek.
"You wanted a night to remember, sweet thing. You're going to get it!
The only thing is, my friends would like to get involved. Be a good boy
and take your medicine, and you might even enjoy yourself."
Mulder shook his head dazedly. "Please...." The three men's laughter was
the only response he got. The third man began to force Mulder's jeans
down, grinning in anticipation. He stopped, and a curious look of
distant thoughtfulness crossed his face.
"Forget your condom, Bill?" One of the others sneered. Bill opened his
mouth to reply, but all that came out was a bright bubble of blood, as
he toppled forward, a hole in his back. Even as the others jerked back
in shock, a knife flew out of the shadows and took the second biker in
the eye. The remaining man took to his heels in terror, and Alex let him
flee. He grabbed Mulder by the arm, and hustled him away from the crime
scene. His latest apartment was only minutes away, and he bundled Mulder
into the entranceway. Only when he was safely behind locked doors did he
relax a little.
"Alex...." Mulder shook his head, as if his mind wasn't working
properly. "Why are you here? Did you come to kill me?" He lifted his
hazel eyes to stare at his reluctant rescuer. Alex was, for a moment, at
a loss to answer him. He just knew that when he had seen Mulder fighting
to free himself from the three men, he had felt an unexpected surge of
rage, and he had wanted to make them pay for hurting the oddly
vulnerable man who stood before him.
"We used to be partners Mulder. I guess I didn't want all that
creativity of yours to go to waste." Mulder was looking at him
strangely, his gaze seemingly focused somewhere on a level with Alex's
mid chest. A hand slowly reached forward to rub against Alex's leather
jacket, and a tiny smile crossed Mulder's face.
"I love leather!" His expression was so disarming that Alex
automatically felt suspicious. What was Mulder up to?
"I kind of guessed that Mulder. You were flirting pretty outrageously
with a biker in a leather bar!"
"Did you ever notice how good it smells?" Mulder moved forward, and
leaned close to Alex, then brought his face in towards Alex's chest,
deliberately taking in a big lungful of air. Sampling the scent of Alex
and the leather's sweet musk. Alex watched in astonishment as Mulder
closed the final few inches between them, and ran his tongue delicately
over its black surface. He slowly began to nuzzle the black material,
even as Alex gasped in astonishment. Then Mulder caught hold of Alex,
arms around his waist, and began to do something totally distracting
with his hands as they began to trace the hard muscles of the younger
man's chest, feeling the erect nipples through the thin fabric.
What was he supposed to do now? Alex Krycek found himself holding an
armful of Fox Mulder, apparently willing and able to give him the
fabulous night of passion he had been craving. A Mulder more sensuous
and uninhibited than Alex had ever imagined he could be. Oh well. He'd
figure out the consequences in the morning. Right now, what Mulder was
doing to his neck felt pretty good.
Mulder gently nibbled on the side of Krycek's neck, then slipped his
arms under the thin t-shirt that Alex wore. The younger man hissed at
the coolness of Mulder's fingers on his bare skin. Mulder began to push
up the cotton fabric, and decided that the jacket, good though it felt,
would have to come off too. He wrenched back on it in hungry
anticipation, then the t-shirt rapidly followed. He felt Alex's surprise
at the passion Mulder was displaying. It didn't matter to Mulder very
much. He had been in a strange nightmare, ever since he had woken up
this morning, driving round aimlessly for most of the day, in search of
who knows what. Then he had found himself outside the gay bar, and an
irresistible impulse had made him come inside. He didn't understand why
it had felt so good, so right to be there, to let that man paw him. And
even when he had understood what the pig intended, some betraying part
of him had craved the thought of penetration by the leather clad biker.
Then Alex had come. Beautiful, seductive Alex with his intense green
eyes and his challenging smile. And it was like the sun after a storm.
He wanted this man to touch him more than anything else in the world. He
had always wanted Alex. Had watched him from a distance when a
relationship between them was impossible. And now it was reality.
Mulder dropped to his knees before Alex, and looked up at the younger
man's incredible body. Despite his impairment, Alex still had one of the
most sensuous and attractive bodies Mulder had ever seen. And tonight it
was all his. He could feel the growing tension in his partner's body,
the hardness that he could see bulging the younger man's jeans. Eagerly,
he reached for Alex's zipper, and drew it slowly down. He kissed the
area of skin directly in front of his face, the flat stomach, whose soft
skin covered the steel of Krycek's muscles. Then he started to trace his
tongue down the faint muscle line that went down the middle of the
younger man's torso. When he encountered the elastic of Alex's boxers,
he began to work them downwards over narrow hips. Alex groaned, and
pushed Mulder away from him firmly.
"Not here, in the bedroom..." Mulder rose and wrapped his arms around
Alex again, and the two of them locked lips in a demanding kiss. Mulder
gently sent his tongue probing into the hot depths of Alex's mouth, felt
a slow, tantalising response. Alex began to deepen the kiss, letting his
hand wind through Mulder's hair, pulling him closer.
"Oh god.... Fox...." Mulder found that he didn't mind Alex using his
hated first name at all, not when it was spoken with such husky
intimacy. In fact it was intoxicating. He was pulled towards the
doorway, and into the darkened bedroom. Alex let go of him, and he
laughed softly, pushing the younger man back and down, onto the bed. It
was the work of moments to complete the job of tugging off Alex's
clothes. Then he pushed Alex's fingers away, when the younger man tried
to reciprocate. Alex lay back and watched him with shadowed eyes as he
completed the task of undressing. He lay unmoving, like a Greek statue,
watching Mulder. His cock however displayed its appreciation, and Mulder
felt his own body reacting just as eagerly.
Alex was stunned, and more than a little appreciative of the treatment
Mulder was giving him. The slow, sensuous way the agent slipped out of
his clothes to expose his fit body. Mulder had an unguarded expression
on his face, and when Alex looked into the hazel eyes, the heat inside
them took his breath away. With that same expression of lust that he had
turned on the biker, Mulder moved towards the younger man, and knelt
astride him. He leaned forward so that his hands rested on Alex's
shoulders and the tip of his tongue moistened his lips. Then he leaned
forward further, and claimed Alex's mouth as his own. Whatever the hell
was making Mulder so enthusiastic, Alex thanked all the powers that be.
Talk about his bad luck changing. Then he let himself yield to the power
of those burning kisses that drove away all thought of conspiracies or
safety.
Mulder let himself surrender too, let the urge that had been driving him
come to the fore. Despite all that had happened between him and Alex,
this felt so right. A part of his brain distantly wondered why following
this impulse seemed to trigger such an emotional high, as if he was
being rewarded for good behaviour. But he drove the stray thought away
with the feel of flesh against flesh, langourously covering Alex's body
with his own. And instinctively began to rub their hardened cocks
together, forcing a groan out of his partner. He knew what he wanted
now. To open himself completely to Alex, to feel the hardness
penetrating him as the younger man fucked him senseless. He grinned
slightly, and green eyes glinted as Mulder reached over and fumbled in
his discarded clothing, producing a tube of lube.
"You surprise me Mulder." When Alex spoke like that, with such an
undertone of desire in his voice, it was all Mulder could do not to
pounce on him and pound himself into the willing body. Alex seemed more
than ready to let him take the lead. But no, that wasn't right somehow,
that wouldn't please......" Dazedly Mulder shook his head, for a moment,
something important had been hovering on the edge of his mind. Then Alex
moaned and pushed up at him in need, his body seeking a deeper contact.
Slowly, Mulder squeezed out an amount of lube and began to stroke it
along Alex's erection, in delicate featherlight movements, that made the
younger man sob in yearning, and begin to push his hips upwards,
writhing in pleasure. Mulder took a generous quantity of the lube on his
hand, and closed it around Alex's cock, gently sliding his hand up and
down, squeezing rhythmically. The response was quite dramatic.
Alex couldn't seem to hold his body still. What Mulder was doing with
that expert touch was driving him out of his mind. And the weight of
Mulder's body astride his stopped him from thrusting his hips too far,
deepening the contact. Mulder was totally in control of him, and it felt
so good. But what the agent did next took his breath away. He began to
finger himself, opening himself for sex, then in one controlled
movement, was sliding in hot tightness down onto Alex's cock. Both men
cried out. Mulder moved in long, hard strokes, pressing himself down
onto his partner's hard cock, then lifting himself up, barely staying in
contact with his partner. Then Alex began to thrust up into him, clawing
at him, desperate to maintain the intimacy.
Mulder was losing himself in the most incredible sensations he had ever
experienced. This was so good. He felt a tightening in his balls, and a
wave of pleasure exploded inside him, shooting his cum over Alex's
belly. The younger man groaned as Mulder's body clenched around him, and
then his own body arched in orgasm. The two of them ended up in each
other's arms, Mulder wrapping Alex in a close embrace, spooned behind
him, just feeling their bodies gradually relax together. When Alex
started to speak, Mulder had just pressed his fingers to the younger
man's lips and his words died unspoken.
Later, Mulder had slipped his hand down over smooth muscles to grasp
Alex's cock, pulling at the shaft, circling his fingers round the
sensitive head, and Alex was ready to fuck him again in record time.
Alex watched in amazement, as Mulder moved away from him, and stretched
out his body sensuously on the bed, ass offered to Alex temptingly. The
younger man grinned at him. "I didn't think you were the sluttish type,
Mulder!"
The words seemed to trigger a spark of memory in the agent, and for a
moment, some odd emotion showed in his face. Then he slid his fingers
temptingly over his own body, in a breathtakingly erotic caress that
made Alex's cock jump in response. "I want you to fuck me Alex.... Now!"
The younger man didn't wait for another invitation, but grabbed Mulder's
hips and pulled him onto his hands and knees. He thrust hard into
Mulder's already slick depths and began a punishing rhythm that soon had
Mulder screaming and writhing in abandon, wantonly thrusting himself
back against his partner. Alex saw Mulder's hands clenched, white
knuckled on the bed linen, and for the life of him, couldn't think of
any place he would rather be at that moment. He was fucking Fox Mulder!
He was making Mulder scream and beg and grind himself shamelessly
against his lover. Life was good, and as he came again, he found that it
got better......
He quite surprised himself by taking his beautiful Fox several more
times that night, until both of them clung to each other in sweat soaked
exhaustion, Mulder pillowing his head against Alex's chest as they
drifted into sleep together.
Alex didn't know what finally woke him. Some slight sound penetrating
his passion fogged mind, stirring his survival instincts. He was alone
in the bed, and as he raised his head, he saw Mulder on the other side
of the room, a shadowy figure that was fumbling with something on the
table. Where he had left his gun, before he and Mulder had tumbled into
bed together. He realised what the sound was that had penetrated his
sleeping state. The sound of a trigger being cocked.
Slowly, Alex lifted his head, making no sudden moves, and reached over
to switch the bedside light on.
"Leave it!" A voice barely recognisable as Fox Mulder, so filled with
pain and misery that Alex gasped. Mulder moved forward so that he was
lit by the faint light off the streetlights. He was holding Alex's gun
in hands that visibly trembled. Alex stared, something was very wrong
with his erstwhile lover. Alex had to say something to break through the
tension that seemed to grip his partner.
"I didn't think it was that bad, Mulder...."
"Shut up!" A note of such despair in the snarled words that Alex wanted
to pull Mulder into his arms and hold him close. Mulder gave a harsh
laugh, that mutated somewhere into a sob, then he wrapped his arms
around himself and sank to the floor, shivering. As Alex watched, a
shaking hand raised the gun to point it at Alex.
Mulder had woken half an hour before, feeling so strange. He had gone
into the bathroom to try and puzzle out what was wrong with him. He had
splashed water on his face then lifted his head to the mirror, to study
his reflection. And stared into the image his own mind had created,
Pusher's face.
Modell had looked at him and sneered. And Mulder had remembered what
Pusher had said. And what he had made Mulder do. Something had begun to
scream in his mind then. A dark, cowardly part of himself that had
crawled out from under its rock, and was doing its best to drive him
into madness. He could hear Modell's laughter in his mind.
My little bitch. Did you like it then?
Mulder shook his head in denial and tried to push away the images that
assailed him. The bikers, Alex kissing him, begging the three men to let
him go, Alex fucking him.... His mind was going round in an ever
decreasing circle, winding tighter in on itself, fracturing in dark and
secret places. He found himself curled up in a tight little ball on the
bathroom floor, when a moment of clarity emerged from out of the gloomy
despair that assailed him.
Then you'll shoot yourself....
And that was how he had found himself facing a shocked Alex, gun in
hand, fighting the all but irresistible urge to put an end to his pain.
If only Alex would stop looking at him with those big bewildered eyes,
with those long sweeping lashes, that had looked at him with such
longing last night....
He found himself pointing the gun at Alex, anything to end the hurt
those eyes caused when they begged him to explain. A hurt almost as bad
as the one Modell was causing, months after he had been incarcerated in
a mental hospital hundreds of miles away.
Shoot Alex, then yourself. Then there'll be no pain. No. None at
all...
Shoot Alex?
No!
Then yourself?
Yes!
Mulder sobbed again, and as Alex watched in stunned silence, turned the
gun on himself, pressing the muzzle against his temple, as he had once
before. He couldn't seem to stop shaking, to clear his head of the utter
hopelessness that assaulted his mind, and the images of what he had done
last night.
Alex laughing with joy and pulling him closer, the feel of a warm body
close to his, emerald eyes shining with desire
Kneeling before Modell, tasting the bastard in his mouth even
after....
Alex entwining his fingers with Mulder's
....he had been forced to......
Alex moving inside him as he arched back into strong arms
...suck....
Alex
With a moan of despair, Mulder dropped the gun from fingers that
suddenly seemed to have no strength. His body crumpled into a boneless
heap on the floor, and the floodgates inside him broke. He was barely
aware of being lifted, of being cradled in his lover's arms, as the
world dissolved into pain and heartbreak. And Alex clutched him tightly,
hardly daring to breathe, knowing how close they had both come to
disaster. Offering the only thing he knew how to, a spark of something
hidden deep inside him that might one day become something special, if
only they could weather the storms that were coming. How had he so
quickly come to this? Wanting this beautiful man for more than a quick
fuck. Maybe when Mulder had screamed his name in wild abandon. Or maybe
when he had saved Mulder's ass last night and seen those hazel eyes
reflect more than hatred.
Mulder clutched at Alex like a lifeline, burying his face in Alex's
warmth. He felt so cold, so lost. Who else had he got? He could never
have told Scully about what he had done and had done to him. But Alex!
Who else knew so much about him, and could make him feel so good...? In
slow, faltering tones, Mulder began to tell his lover about Modell, and
what he had been forced to do. He was gradually becoming more coherent
and focused.
Alex listened in disbelief to Mulder's confused tale of mind control and
abuse. What was Mulder trying to say?
"You're telling me that last night was someone's idea of a mindfuck? You
wouldn't have done any of it without a little nudge in the right
direction!"
Mulder nodded, and shivered slightly. He was beginning to get a grip on
his thoughts now.
"Great!" Alex snarled. "Stupid of me to think that you really wanted
me!"
Just when he thought he might have a chance to....
Mulder wouldn't have touched him if he'd been in his right mind. The
sense of betrayal Alex felt shocked him. Cat like, he rose to his feet
and quickly dressed, then he walked to the door. He turned to look at
Mulder, who watched him miserably.
"You don't need to worry. I won't tell anyone. I'm just as eager to
forget this as you are!" Alex couldn't stop the bitterness creeping into
his voice. "You stick to your mind control story. That way you don't
have to remember how much you enjoyed yourself!"
"No!" Mulder whispered. "I didn't mean that I hated you. You were the
only thing that stopped me from blowing my brains out....!"
But it was too late. Alex had gone. And incidentally, taken the gun with
him, so that wasn't an option any more for Mulder. The impulse had
gone though. Modell might have fucked up his mind, but Fox Mulder was
doing a good enough job ruining his life on his own. How much of last
night had been down to Modell? And how much was due to his own
suppressed longings?
Alex
Yeah! They had been good together. More than good! Maybe next time....
if there was a next time..... he would find out what he really wanted
from the younger man.
With a sigh, Mulder picked up his clothes and dressed slowly. Taking a
last, longing glance around the little room, he headed home, knowing
Alex well enough to be certain he wouldn't be back.
End of Pushover
Pushover
by Megaera
Robert Modell, the Pusher, had Fox Mulder exactly where he wanted him.
This man, who was so adept at tracking him, had finally run him to
ground inside his doctor's office, in Fairfax Mercy Hospital. He smiled.
Mulder had walked into the treatment room just after Pusher had shot the
doctor whose irritating whines had been getting on his nerves. Mulder
hadn't even brought a gun! It was ridiculously easy to take him hostage,
all he had by way of backup was a video camera strapped to his head, and
a bullet-proof vest. Pusher had ripped the camera away from the startled
agent's head and smashed it immediately. He pointed his gun at the
hapless agent, and smiled. This really was so good. Time for some fun,
before his main performance. He motioned Mulder to get down on his
knees.
