Tegan Chronicles Sanctuary Style:
Step Through the Looking Glass 1
One second she was standing between Jack and Sam, the next she was being thrown backwards from some type of an energy surge that had just been discharged from the stout man's weapon; and the next she was gone.
Jack and Sam looked where she'd just been standing as several bullets whizzed between them, one caught the stout raven haired man between the eyes dropping him where he stood. It has been a lucky shot; her finger had squeezed the trigger when the energy blast hit her.
As the man fell to the floor in a heap of death, Jack looked at the mirror behind them. "Where the hell did she go?"
Daniel stepped between them and looked at his reflection. "Another quantum mirror."
"We should be able to see her, or at least where she went." Sam shifted her weight uneasily.
"We should." Daniel agreed. "But that's what it is."
And then he saw it, a large vertical crack in the glass. How he'd missed it before he wasn't sure, except he'd been in a state of shock over his teammate seeming to disappear into thin air.
"It's broken." He pointed to the crack running down it.
"We will have company soon." Teal'c listened for movement in the corridor.
"Teal'c's right." Jack looked away from the mirror. "We need to get out of here."
"But…" Daniel pointed to the mirror.
"You said it's broken." Jack glanced between Daniel and Sam. "Don't we have another one back at the SGC?"
"It's been moved to area 51." Sam nodded. "But yeah, it's probably our best chance of finding her."
"She could be injured." Teal'c spoke from his sentry spot.
"Right." Jack agreed. "The sooner we get out of here, the better."
"Does anyone have any questions?" Dr. Helen Magnus sat in a chair in her office; her black stocking clad legs crossed, one leg over the other. Her left foot flicked upward to readjust its black stiletto. Her hands were folded neatly on top of her pen, trapping it and her clipboard between them and the black material of a skirt that ended just above her knee. Her light cream color blouse heaved slightly as she took a deep breath, her blue eyes wandering over the small group of her employees who felt more like family most days.
She reached up and flipped her long dark curly brown hair over her shoulder as Will caught her eye. His sandy blonde hair was still in moderate disarray were he'd overslept that morning. From the stubble on his face and the dried toothpaste on his chin, he'd managed to at least brush his teeth before walking into the meeting in jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. He shook his head and pulled his blue eyes away from hers.
Kate shifted on the couch in her dark blue jeans and two layered cotton shirts. Henry was beside her, clean shaven for once. His blue gray eyes stared blankly at the oriental carpet while his thumb drummed out the rhythm in his head on the side of the tablet sitting in his lap. Across from him the Big Guy sat in a chair and grunted lightly at the noise Henry was making. He was by far the tallest of the group and 85% or more of his body was covered in hair which he wore dark pants, a white button down shirt and black vest over. He lifted his head and sniffed the air as several shots echoed through the Sanctuary.
"Bloody hell!" Helen jumped slightly and looked at Henry who was already taking his pen and flipping through security screens on his tablet.
"I'm on it." He mumbled as Kate inched closer to look over his shoulder.
"It sounded like it came…" Will paused listening.
"From your bedroom." Biggie looked at Helen.
"Right." Helen stood and nodded once. There weren't any security cameras in her bedroom.
"The hallway is clear." Henry looked up. "Has been for the last twenty minutes."
"EM shields?"
"They're up. No fluctuations." He double checked as he spoke.
Right. Will, you, Kate and Henry go to the armory and meet us outside my room." Her British accent seemed thicker as she doled out orders.
"What if –" Will looked at Biggie who was now standing next to Helen. He wouldn't let any harm come to her. "Never mind, we're on it."
Helen and Biggie were standing outside her locked bedroom door when the other three arrived with weapons. She took the gun from Henry's outstretched hand. "Tranqs only; I want answers."
The group nodded in unison, it was pretty much standard for them.
"Kate, Will, I want you to stay out here."
Kate stood on her tiptoes and moved back and forth trying to see around Helen, into the dark room, as she opened the door.
"Magnus, be careful." Will called after her.
She gave a quick nod as the Big Guy grunted.
Leading with her gun, Helen stepped into the large spacious room and immediately spotted an unmoving form lying on the floor at the foot of her bed. The door to her walk in closet was hanging half off its hinges and there was a crack in the middle of it. She knew it was a decent sized crack if she could see it in the room which was currently lit only by the sun creeping around the pulled shades.
"Bloody hell." She mumbled before looking back at the body on the floor and nudging it with her toe. It didn't move. "Lights."
Henry flipped the light switch on revealing a redheaded female with beautiful ivory skin and a perfectly sculpted face. She looked to be around five foot ten, but in her current condition it was hard to tell. Her eyes were closed and her head was at an odd angle where it had connected with the antique blanket chest at the foot of Helen's bed. The woman was dressed in army green BDU bottoms, combat boots, a black t-shirt, and an Alice vest with a P-90 strapped to it and a glock in the holster. Around one leg was another holster with an odd looking weapon that Henry's eyes kept gravitating toward. But it wasn't the odd weapon that caught Helen's eye, it was the woman's left arm; A biomechanical arm like none she'd ever seen.
"What's going on?" Will stepped into the room as Helen knelt beside the unconscious woman her fingers searching her slender neck for her carotid pulse.
Kate was almost attached to Will's backside she was following him so close. "Now that's fire power."
"She's alive." Helen looked at The Big Guy. "But we need to get her to the infirmary so I can assess just how severe her injuries are."
"Sure." He watched as she unclipped the P-90 from the prone woman's vest and slipped the glock out of the holster on the side of it before handing them off to Kate.
"I want to see that one." Henry's eyes danced as Helen undid the holster strapped to her leg.
"No." Her voice was firm as she handed it to Biggie. "Put it in my safe for now."
He grunted and jerked his head up before complying. Aside from her, he was the only one who knew the combination.
"Aw, come on boss." Henry whined.
"Not until we get some answers." She stood up and ironed her skirt with the palms of her hands. "I don't want you accidentally killing yourself, or anyone else for that matter."
"Give me a little credit." He grinned.
"I always do." She tilted her head on its axis. "I need you to figure out what happened. How she got here." She turned to Will. "You can help."
Will looked from the closet door to Helen. "Sure, but I could probably help…" He waved his hand toward the redhead and tapped his index finger against his temple.
"I'm sure I can use your assistance once she's actually awake, but until then –"
"Help Henry." He interrupted her. "Got it."
"Kate." She shuffled her feet turning to look at the youngest of the group. "Take the weapons to the infirmary, and I don't want you firing that one."
Kate's expression dropped slightly. "I never get to have any fun."
"You held up a bank last week." Helen reminded her.
"Yeah but that was work, and it's not like we took any money." She groaned taking Helen's gun. "But I won't test this baby out."
"Thank you." She turned to watch Bigfoot lift the limp body in one fluid movement."
"She's beautiful." Will commented without thinking.
Despite her military drab and her eyes still being closed, Henry nodded in agreement.
Helen looked from the form cradled in hairy arms to the two guys. "Just find out how she got past the EM shields."
"Of course." Henry nodded as Will stepped into the closet.
Aside from the strange and impressive looking mirror hanging on the back wall, the only thing that stood out to Will was Helen's collection of footwear. She was one of the few, no make that the only real life person he knew that could kick some serious ass in stilettos without hurting herself.