"Damn it!" Warrick cursed. "I was just getting started."

He was covered in blood. His eyes burned with a wild, excited gleam.

Warrick lived for the fight. After two days in hiding, he was itching to let loose—and now that he had, he wasn't ready to stop.

"Sir Prescott, think about the bigger picture. If we don't leave now, it'll be too late," Mulder urged, grabbing his arm.

At the far end of the street, dark figures were already visible in the distance, rushing toward them.

Though Warrick s