The helicopter came in low and fast. Nose down, tail up, all other air traffic diverted away from the flight path. It meant business. A brief gust of wind rose when it touched down on the landing platform. Before the rotors had stopped turning the doors opened. Three people jumped down, two in white lab coats. The third was in a typical Military uniform. A gurney was extracted from the aircraft and wheeled from the helicopter pad through the main doors, people jumped out of the way. None wanted to impede its progress.
It made a left turn into one of the many wards and stopped next to an empty bed. "On my count." One of the doctors called, meaning to transfer the patient from the gurney to the bed. That done, wires were attached and then connected to a monitor, to keep a tab on the vital statistics of the woman now led in the bed. Everyone took a moment to catch their bearings in this, a lot had happened in such a short space of time that everyone was merely reacting to the events, which was not good for doctors, but sometimes it couldn't be helped.
Taking a quick note of the monitor's display - slightly high heart rate, slightly low blood pressure - the doctor turned and looked at the man in the standard military uniform. "Okay, Colonel. My office." Janet took one last glance towards her friend, and patient before leaving the room and walking down the corridor. Her heels clicked on the floor like a metronome. Holding the door open, she indicated for him to enter first. "I want to know exactly what happened. Right from when you arrived. Everything she touched, said, drank, ate. Everything."
Every light was running off the emergency generator. The phones were dead, elevators non-functioning, not even the coffee machine was working. That fact alone irked him more than any other. Except one. Once the lockdown had been put in place, the infirmary - or rather, its one patient - had been moved out to the Air Force Academy Hospital across town. He couldn't go and see her, didn't know how she was doing. Once the lockdown was in place, no communication was allowed in or out. That also included people. Jack had been the smart one, Daniel thought. Getting out in the evacuation helicopter while he could.
The cause of the lockdown was still being traced, maybe it was some sort of practical joke someone had played, if it was, they'd have hell to pay from Janet. The command had been given via computer, though the hard drive had been subsequently wiped. Maybe they had a Goa'uld in their midst, though it was unlikely. Perhaps a simple agent, but whom? He didn't recall seeing anyone acting strangely recently. Unless you counted Jack, but then the man always did get grumpy around the six monthly medical check-ups. Nothing new there.
It was a mystery all right, but one which he didn't have any ability in solving. That was more Jack and Sam's field. Great, the two people who could solve it were stuck outside. Oh the joys of being an Archaeologist. Getting up, he needed to stretch his legs. Walk around; do something. The hall outside was quiet and deserted. Nothing shocking there. Most of the people had gotten out while they could, mostly low-level technicians who barely had the clearance to look at the Stargate, much less do anything like this. Exactly the type of person who would make a good agent, he thought suddenly. Turning left, he proceeded down the hall towards the stairs that would take him up to the CO's office.
Jack was staring out of the window, trying to gather his thoughts. He hadn't been watching her every second of the trip; he had no idea what she did most of the time. Yet, the doc had asked, and when doctors ask things, you had better give them what they want, or they'll start poking you with things. He hated doctors, medical ones at least. Daniel could be useful at times, and Carter did save their butts on a regular basis with her knowledge. Taking a deep sigh, he began from the top, with an account of all he knew.
"Okay, it went like this..."