Soft footfalls sounded through the corridor as Colonel John Sheppard steadily made his way towards the bleeping signature that Rodney had pointed them towards in the first place. Ronon followed close behind, he had an uneasiness about him that Sheppard mimicked. He'd done this sort of thing a hundred times, a thousand. Why did this one feel like the last? His throat felt like sandpaper as he swallowed.
"Ronon, do you feel..."
"Like i should run like hell in the opposite direction?" Ronon's voice was tight, Sheppard nodded, he broke out in a cold sweat and gripped his P90 until his hand ached. He hit the button on his radio.
"Sheppard, I'm kinda busy, do you know how hard it is to reprogram a wraith..."
"Rodney shut up!" It came out more vehemently than he had planned. Sheppard struggled to get himself under control.
"Teyla, you sensing anything wraith oriented, like mind control?" The pause was long.
"No John, why?" The sound of Ronon's gun going off startled Sheppard out of his next comment, he scanned quickly looking for targets. Sweat dripped off of Ronon like rain, his eyes darted furiously searching for his prey. A grimace was carved into his face and his eyes were wild like an animals.
"Ronon, what is it?" Ronon shook his head. Despite the fear, they continued onward till they reached a narrow hallway. They walked quickly to the end of the hallway turning to meet a large blueish metal door. Before Sheppard could say anything Ronon had blown the handle off and kicked the door open. The scene before them caused both of them to stop in their tracks and lower their weapons. Five wraith lay dead on the floor, the feeling of near mind numbing fear grew stronger as their eyes fell on the boy sitting cross legged surrounded by the corpses of wraith. He was small, frail looking even. His head was shaved and an open eye was tattooed on his forehead, his eyes were closed and his breathing seemed to be normal, his clothing was ragged but otherwise in clean condition. He opened his eyes slightly, almost not enough to see that he did so, as his eyes fell on Sheppard and Ronon they felt the dread weaken, he smiled slightly.
"Sheppard..." His voice was barely a whisper. He fell backward onto his back and seemed to return to sleep. But the pall of doom dropped with his consciousness. As did Sheppard and Ronon's guns, as they too hit the ground.
