As Mulder ran, he fought to regain control of his fear-shattered mind.  One blinding thought tore through all the swirling madness in his head: SCULLY!  She was still unconscious!  He whirled around, nearly slipping in the muck, and sprinted back towards his partner.  Up ahead, he could hear gunfire, explosions, orders, and screaming.  The sounds of men. 

But he could also here sounds that were definitely not of human origin.  Barking and bellowing, screeching…the sounds made in the woods when something unnaturally huge is rampaging.  He cringed at the sound, trying to keep on the lookout for any pursuing Deep Ones, and clutched his gun tightly.  At least he hadn’t dropped it in panic.  He slowed and crouched, moving forward carefully, as a series of dubiously shaped, shambling forms moved clumsily past.  From his vantage point a few yards away, Mulder watched them move, praying that none of them would make a sound, fearing the noise that might emerge from such blasphemous and abnormal vocal organs.  Thankfully, the woods remained quiet, and the things stumbled away.

Running forward again, the din of combat and screeching became louder.  Mulder emerged from an area of thick foliage, and saw ahead of him a fevered battle.  Delta Green troopers pumping bursts of machine gun fire into the horrible fish-frogs, smashing them in their greasy faces with the butts of their rifles when they came too close.  Mulder heard a terrible crashing and screeching in the trees, muffled screams, gunfire and grenades exploding, causing strobe-like flashes which added a surreal effect to the scene.  Dagon burst from the woods into the clearing, clutching half a man in its taloned paw.  Two grenades shot from behind the thing exploded into its back, causing it to reel sideways.  Gunfire sprayed across its pulpy surface, but was simply absorbed into the amorphous bulk.  It turned upon its attackers, two Delta Green men who ran from the trees, screaming into their head-mikes for backup.  Dropping the man’s torso, Dagon swung its abnormally long arms toward the 2 soldiers.  One dove behind a thick tree trunk, which was shattered apart by an arm that was as thick as a sewer pipe.  The other man was impaled on the claws and spines protruding from the end of the thing’s "hand".  Dagon lifted the writhing soldier high into the air, then smashed him down into the ground with the force of a meteor.  When Dagon lifted his arm again, nothing but strings of bloody meat slopped off of his claws.

Tearing his eyes away from this spectacle, Mulder dashed forward again and found Scully coming to.  He lifted her quickly. 

"Scully, can you walk?"

"I…I think so…"

"Well, we’ve gotta go now…woah!" yelped Mulder as a Deep One lurched out of the brush, its glazed, unblinking eyes fixed on him.  Mulder popped two rounds into its face and it crumpled sickeningly backwards.  He shot it again in the head for good measure.

"Any doubts about my UFO’s now?" he asked sarcastically as he hauled her arm over his shoulder and ran back towards the Hummers.  Three more Delta Green members caught up to them, one nursing an evil looking bite.  Mulder had no idea what made it…a Deep One’s snapping maw?  Or one of the tentacle-suckers snaking around Dagon’s limbs?  Mulder decided to stop thinking about it.  The hummers were in sight, but he could hear Dagon’s pursuit, crashing like a freight train through the woods behind them.