Sudden changes chapter 12
Agent Duncan Grey sat at a table in the mess hall chewing a bite of his cheese sandwich while deep in thought, his mind was focused on the two 'hostiles' that had been brought in a while ago. He didn't see what reason his superiors had for bringing them in and holding them in cells, they hadn't done anything that wasn't provoked, maybe his superiors knew something he didn't; was there a good reason for kidnapping them?
Maybe it was because of their powers, but so what; that didn't necessarily make them a threat. Unless they were like Carrie White in that 'Stephen King' film, "Could be," he murmured under his breath.
"Come again?"
Duncan looked up from his lunch and found Agent Serena Ryan raising her black eyebrows at him in bemusement, maybe he hadn't said that as quietly as he'd thought. "Uh, well…" he trailed off looking embarrassed. "You heard of those new….hostiles, right?"
Serena nodded, shoving some mashed potatoes in her mouth, "Mmhm."
"Our superiors are going to let them go if they aren't a threat, right?" he queried. He hoped so.
The raven-haired woman shrugged swallowing her mouthful of food, "Dunno." She looked at him thoughtfully, dark blue eyes slightly unfocussed, "It's not your place to question, we just do what we're told just like we were trained to do. You know that."
The brown-haired man sighed and nodded, "Yeah, I guess."
Serena pushed some carrots around on her plate thoughtfully, 'Why would her superiors take a little boy? The mother, maybe…but a little boy?' she shook her head and pushed the thoughts out of her mind. Maybe she was spending too much time with Agent Grey, he was her friend after all; but she had just questioned her SO, damn.
Suddenly, she wasn't hungry anymore, she stood up abruptly making Agent Grey look up in surprise, "I'm going back to the barracks, lost my appetite," she muttered.
Duncan's eyes followed her until she was out of the room, "What's up with her?" he jumped in shock when a hand clamped down on his shoulder; he looked up to see another Agent he wasn't familiar with staring at him looking amused.
"First sign of insanity," joked the man smirking slightly. "Talking to yourself." He gave Duncan a pointed look and walked away.
Duncan turned back to his plate which held the other half of his cheese sandwich and snickered, "He's not wrong." Maybe he was going nuts; why else would he be questioning his SO? He shouldn't be…but, why WOULD they want to take the boy and the woman? He couldn't think of any REAL explanation.
The SGC
"Daniel!" snapped Colonel O'Neill in frustration. "Will you…sit down?"
Daniel turned in his direction and glared at him angrily, though his anger was directed at the NID and at Kinsey; not Jack, "No! God…the NID are making fucking LAB-RATS out of Willow and Chris right about now, how can I?!"
A pained look came over Jack's face as he rubbed his left temple with his fingers, "You've been going nuts over this for hours, Daniel-
The archaeologist's cheeks burned almost red, his eyes lit up and then seemed to darken, "WELL, WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?! Chris and Willow have been with those bastards for HOURS, too long! They-
"Daniel! Will you listen to me!?" snapped Jack looking frustrated. "I know you're going nuts over this- and you should be; but you should calm down…you'll be no help to anybody if you're dog-tired by the time we get to them."
The two friends glared at one and other for a moment before the civilian of the two looked away and struggled to get his temper fully under his control, he glared at the table beside him, "I can't calm down because every time I think about those SOBs and what they're doing to them I wanna kill someone- mainly Kinsey."
Jack sighed and scratched his head, "You know, I never thought I'd ever say this but…you should work on that translation you brought back around yesterday." Daniel gave him a strange look. "It'll help you take your mind off things, plus it looks…interesting."
Daniel snorted and then considered this, then shook his head, "Jack, I have to help find-
"Daniel, you can't do anything right now," said Jack. "At the moment we're waiting for the President and the…uh, 'Scoobies' to phone back the President. Besides, the General is on the phone to the 'Scooby Gang' we just have to wait"
"I hate waiting," muttered the archaeologist miserably.
Jack grasped his friend's shoulder, "We have to, if we confront that group directly…they don't trust us, it would be a bad idea."
"So, I should work on that translation," Daniel said.
Jack nodded.
He looked at his best friend, "'kay."
Daniel made his way tiredly out of the room.
Summers' Residence 2 hours later
Buffy shook with rage as she stomped through the house towards the lounge, "Those lying pieces of shit!"
Giles followed her looking as angry as she did, "We should have known, trusting the military…still, I didn't expect the President to…"
The blonde spun around suddenly to face him, "What did you expect, just 'cause the President's different from the last doesn't mean that he'll leave us alone- the other one before him didn't."
"I know."
Xander, who was already sitting down, asked, "So, what're we going to do?" personally his hands were itching to get around the kidnappers' throats.
"Yeah, what're we gonna do?" asked Dawn, who was looking at her sister. They had gotten a phone call from General Hammond, two hours ago, offering help to find Willow and Chris, they had accepted it with suspicion and now it seemed that their distrust was warranted; The locator spell said that the two missing Scooby members resided in Colorado Springs, which was 'funny' because the General had said that the kidnappers weren't in their area.
Buffy clenched her hands and breathed deeply in a bid to try to clam down, it didn't work, "We go to Colorado Springs, and we give this General and his little friends hell."
"Where's the General?" asked Xander getting up from the couch.
"Dawn did some hacking work on this guy," said Buffy glancing at her sister. "He's the leader of a military base in Cheyenne Mountain."
NID Base
Scientist John Shaw had gotten the blood tests results back from the lab, the subject was the boy with powers, the one that came in with the young woman. The boy was one-hundred percent human, which was odd because humans couldn't do what this boy could do. Very odd, but intriguing; he wondered what made this boy do what he could do. This warranted more tests, he was excited to find out if they could use something from the subject's blood to create a weapon that his superiors could use; still if there was nothing in the blood they could use they would just have to find another way of harnessing the subject's powers.
After all powers of this level shouldn't be wasted, they would be used.
John walked over to the subject's semi-conscious form which lay on the cold, hard steel table. He picked up a syringe from the metal tray beside the table and cleaned the part on the subject's pale, slightly freckled arm before slowly plunging the thin, sharp needle into him to draw out more blood for testing.
He looked at the subject's face and saw that he was still more than a little out of it, John could see him wince as the needle went in so there was obviously a certain level of consciousness that the subject had after they'd drugged him. He wondered if he knew what was happening to him.
As he pulled out the blood-filled needle the phone behind him started ringing, he placed the instrument back into the tray and pulled the latex gloves off his hands before picking the receiver up, "Doctor Shaw's lab."
He listened to the person and nodded, "Right, um…what kind of tests are we now talking about?" he nodded again.
"Isn't that a little dangerous?" he asked concerned. He swallowed, "Right, sorry sir. I'll bring him as soon as possible."
He hung up and frowned.
