"How'd the battle simulation go?" Col. Ally Martin asked Max as he entered the room.
"Completely unrealistic," Max snorted.
"Oh?" Ally raised an eyebrow.
"Max, there's no such thing as overkill," Nate Donovan said as he dropped into a seat next to Ally putting his arm around her.
"With an enemy like the wraith at the height of the Atlantian war, I agree," Max replied. "However the assumptions made at the beginning of the simulation."
Max shook his head, "millions of Atlantian drones, not likely, nor would be disassembling Atlantis in a mere month; and I still don't know what the General planned on telling Atlantis at the end of the fight."
Nate smirked, "he probably ended the simulation at that point for just that reason."
Just then, Madison Miller walked in with Radomil.
"Maddy, Radomil," Max called out, "over here."
The two looked in their direction exchanged a glance, Madison said something to Radomil who shrugged and followed her over to the table.
"Hey Sheppard," Madison said with a smile, "Not causing trouble I hope."
"You know me, Maddy," Sheppard started with a disarming grin.
"Exactly, I do know you Max," Madison interrupted with her own predatory grin. "You grew up next door to me; Trouble is in your genetics. And your father's genes and now that I think about it trouble is probably also in the genes of everyone else on your dad's side of your family."
Sheppard gave her a wounded look, while the rest of the group laughed.
"So, Maddy how's the engineering side of things?" Ally asked.
"Same old," Madison said, and nudged Radomil who confusedly looked up from his pudding he'd pulled from somewhere, probably the food replicator in the center of the table.
"Huh," Radomil grunted, before realizing what she wanted, "Oh! Yes, well, your simulation the other day exposed a few areas we needed to work on but otherwise all good."
Beckett showed up from somewhere making everyone jump when he asked his question. "Did they say anything about sending out spec ops teams to do quick strikes against Goa'uld targets?"
Max shook his head, "General Patchkirk was going over the proposal the other day but hasn't said anything to us."
"Damn," Beckett cursed, "I need some action; it's damned boring around here."
Maxwell shook his head.
"You realize what you've done Matt?" Nate said with a look of horror.
Matthew Beckett looked around the table confused.
"You've cursed us, you said the dreaded words around him," Nate Donovan pointed at Sheppard.
Madison nodded sagely, "yes, you've invoked the Sheppard genetics, we must prepare for the worst."
"Not this again," Beckett said palming his face. "I tell ya, the wraith showing up and forcing us to do this little trip is not my fault."
Radomil looked around the group, his spoon sticking out of his mouth. Slowly he withdrew the spoon and swallowed. Carefully placing his cup on the outlined section of the table and hitting the disposal button to recycle the material. "You all are crazy," he said.