D = Deadly
Lorne's team along with Teyla and Rodney rushed to the lower room in the bunker. If their intel was correct that was where John and Ronon were being held
captive.
Sixteen days.
The team heard the screams as they approached the door and broke through, guns raised ready to save their friends.
A sudden silence filled the room as they all stood stock still in shock at what they saw.
Three barely recognizeable bodies in lab coats lay on the ground…the walls soaked in blood, it looked a tornado had laid waste...and in the middle
of the room stood Col Sheppard. Like a morbid statue, coated in blood; eyes wide, unseeing, dangerous, small tremors rushing through his body, a bloody
knife clenched in his hand.
Teyla and Rodney hesitantly stepped forward; worry and disbelief on their faces.
"Colonel?" whispered Teyla reaching out to him.
"W...wait...don't touch him..." came a raspy voice from a darkened corner of the room.
Guns turned as one to the corner where Ronon, covered in blood sat on the floor a heavy chain holding him against the wall.
"Don't…touch him...not yet..."
Teyla and Rodney rushed over to Ronon.
"Are you okay?" asked Teyla. She glanced back at John. "We came as fast as we could."
Ronon gazed at her and Rodney with haunted eyes.
"N...never seen anything like it." he whispered. "They thought they broke him, that he was going to tell...b...but...he grabbed the knife...and…and…"
Ronon at a loss for words turned to stare at John.