Monsters by Sarah Stegall copyright (c) 1995 by Sarah Stegall “My name is Mulder. Fox Mulder” I couldn’t help it: the sight of Fox Mulder jumping onto trains, retrieving a hideout gun from an ankle holster, and fighting off a piano-wire garroting put me so much in mind of Agent 007 I was wondering if David Duchovny was auditioning for James Bond. Not that I object. While most real FBI agents lead considerably less glamorous lives than this, such cinema verite is boring drama. If we are not to have the smoldering sexual tension between Mulder and Scully back, or…