As O'Neill had expected there were no disciplinary consequences for his taking Merrin out for some fun. All that happened when they returned was Merrin joining Carter at the lab where they finished working on the reactor. After that SG-1 group had gone with Merrin back to Orban. They didn't remain for long as the Orbans didn't want them to witness the Averium and smoothly kicked the team back to the Earth. The SG-1 didn't resist as they knew that something had happened to SG-3 but they were denied information before finishing with the Orbans.
Soon SG-1 joined with SG-3 combing through the CCTVs looking for a clue how Barbara had managed her disappearing act.
Several hours after looking through the records they managed to identify the van leaving from the backdoor of the café with Barbara.
"How did you manage to get involved in a robbery in Colorado?" cried O'Neill, his head making a dull sound as it met the table he was sitting at.
"It was a very small chance that this would happen to us together with Barbara," nodded Warren.
"It most likely was a diversion for the kidnapping act," murmured Carter, trying to follow the van on the CCTVs. Johnson was next to her trying to find any information on the van in the police database.
Soon they would have the location.
"You didn't really think this though, now did you?" Barbara questioned, not expecting an answer. Her hands and legs were bound by the leather bands attached to the bed. It was her first kidnapping in her life, but it was one too many. She laid on that gurney, feeling as her head bobbed to the rhythm of her heartbeat. Nausea climbed up her throat and, the girl fervently tried to stall possible vomiting by deep breaths. Feeling as the nausea attack receded a bit, she turned her head to the side. There was the man from the bathroom, standing as he raised his hand to the ear, as if listening to somebody through an earpiece she noticed moments later.
Her question remained without an answer as another person entered the room, pushing a cart in front of themselves. The click of the heels announced it was a woman. The cart stopped in Barbara's field of vision, but it was high enough that she couldn't see its top.
"We were green-lighted for the i.v. route," the woman announced to her partner as she prepared a syringe.
The man nodded in confirmation and then with a click turned on the sound on the screen above the girl's head. He quickly attached an oximeter to the girl's finger and the ECG leads together with a pulsometer cuff. A rhythmic beeping filled the room. At the questioning hum of the woman, he muttered a "just in case".
How screwed are you, indeed?
Scopolamine, also known as Devil's Breath, anticholinergic drug. Formally it is used to treat dizziness and motion sickness, but what a history does it have. In the early 20th century, the drug was used as Truth Serum. And even though no known drug has such an ability, it does lower the brain-tongue barrier.
Confuse the civilian girl long enough, she will share all the secrets. And though she couldn't speak English they had a guy who was translating everything for them anyway. They were also recording it all so that they could later revisit the information.
"What is your name?"
"Barbara."
"What is your full name?"
"Barbara E̸̝̹͓̙̠̮͚͎͖̗̻̠̓͋́̓́̓̈́͂͌̚͜ḑ̴̡͉̞̼̪͔̹̲̪̱̟͔͎̊̑̇͂͗̈́̔͛̊͒é̶̡̘̬̮͔̣̬̉̏͋̊͑̆́̀̅̎́̒̔͠n̴̖̗̉̀̾͝͝͝"
"How old are you?"
"O̸̡̡̖̘̝͙̬̤͇͛l̵̩̫̳̙͓͔̟̥͖͖̖̭̕͜ͅd̷̼̳̙͕͚̲͋̃͆͌͛̋̍͘͠ ̴͕̼̤͚͙̗̠̼̓͑̅͗̈̆̍̔̓͒̈́͑̃̎͝͠e̴̗̯͓̬̯̣͚̫͙̜̻͎͇̾̃́n̶̲̬͎̲̭͎̬̳̝̣͖̝̿̒̋̈́̚o̷͍̝̹̟̤͈̼̬͍̐̀̎̒̌̐͌̄̔̆̚u̵̘͕̼͂͋g̴͍̠̭̩̲̈̇́̋̄̓̋̽̓͌̿̉̚̕h̷̡̼̱̗̝̲͈̬̪̮̖͔̫̽ ̶̟̞̗͔̖͍̻̉̎͂̃̉̀̑̽̔̉͋̃̂͝͠t̴̨̢͙̥̣̳͉̪̼͖͓̞͈̰̾͋͜͜͝͠ó̵̜͚̻̤̼̫̙̗̬͈̫̩̘ͅ ̵͇̤̯̳̼͍̦̱͊͂̀͗̐̋l̸̛͎͈̰̙͙̞̗͖͉̘̀̓̍̾̃͌ě̵̡͈̝̝̖̙̠̓̓̒̑̃̕͝ä̸̧̮̖͍͍͑̏͊̿̐͋̈́́̈́͠ͅͅr̷̡̨̨̡͇̝̫̬͔̱͊́͐͐͜n̵͖̐ ̴̫̖̲̘̥̼͉̘͐͆̏ḫ̷̢̢̠̬̺̤̰̠̬̠̬͉͉͉̗̂̋̑͗̀̆́̏͌̇͝o̸̧̨̧̨̯̥̫̮̞̘̥͈͂̌͜w̷̡̧̢̘̗͔̮͚͇̬̪̻̹̲̩̐̊ ̷̨̬̰̠̠͓͚̜͖͍̎t̵̨̨͙̦̙̲̜̦̞̗͙̳̤͂̊̀͆͒̿̑̽̀́̊̽̊̚ő̶̲͍͓͆̋̽̊́͐͂̚͝ ̶̡̡͙͔̜͈̬͍͕̗͙̳͗̾͊͋̎̀͒͐̅̈̇̆͘d̶̥̞͉̝̅̓̿͗̄̒̆̆͐͛͘ṛ̴̢̧̛̛͇̥̹̥̭̮̗͎̻̋̒̑̓͛͋̚͠͠͝ĩ̸̢̢̨̖̜͙̦̰̝͙̯́̂͜v̴̲͍̟͍̣̟̹̪͕̱̳̺̮̣̂͗͜͜è̷͔̥̮͑̉͗,̵̧̗̳̲̲̺̺̩̩͉̠̼̈̑̋͂̌̿͘ ̸̨̨̙͉̣̯̣̳̳̖̳͕̮͙͍̋̄̈́͗̅̌̽̀͗̃͌̆͝ÿ̸̖̞͚̩̬̦̒̑̆͗͗͑̎̕͝o̴̢̢͓͇̹̣̤̭͕̺̦̳͍͕̕ų̸͈̰͇͚̞̥̟̞͔͒̓̎͂̀̍̓̏̍̔͑̕͝͝ń̸̡̡̯͙̖̥̘̗͚̮͑̀̌̓͛̓̎̆͆̀ͅg̶̢̳̳̦̠̲̰̗͒̂̑̐̔̂̈̽̍̒͑͒͘͜͜ ̴̨͓̪͈̯̻̹̭̳̥͚̟̳̃͌̋ͅę̶͖̩̗̆̆͋̋͛̍̾̋͠ņ̶̣̲͚̬̠̩̮̬̪̦̻͋̄̈́̏́́̐͘͠͠ͅo̴̡̦̫̰͊̂̂̿͐͐̎͗̒u̴̩̳̤̮̹̼̤̓̽̈́̈̃̀̐̅̃̌͆͘͝g̷̝̦̙̩͇̱̺̮͛̅͘h̸͍̙͇̘̰̽̀̑̈́ ̴̛̥̰͙̟̖̞̳̩̥̬̖̇̏́͗̏̋͊̍̇̂̑̋͝͠͝ͅţ̷̛̰̳͉̜͕͊͌̈͋́͊͂̈́ö̸͔̅͐̀̓̉́͊̈̍̅͌͘͝ ̶̘͖̟͇̖̑́̓̃̂̈́͘͝d̶̨̺̭̦͔̐̔̒̓͂r̶̡̯̦̘͖̥̘͉̀̾͂͜į̵̦̺̖̼̙̱̇̉̾̔͑͝n̷̹̹̭̥͍͕̠͉̗̯̰̙͓͒̉̽̿̇̒̂̑́͋̈́̕k̶̡̢̧͕͕̖͔̪̬̭͌ͅ ̵̧̨̢̨̰̤̞̣͙̦͖̞͔̃͂͑͂͜i̵̛̞̬̯̫̥͙̪̱̿͆̿̔̉̊͋̉̒͆̈́͘͘̚͝n̸̺͕̲̟̖̭̦͉̙͈̖̯̏̑̽̇̅̀̈͐̋͘͝͠ ̸̡̨̧̨̱͙͙͕̲̺̯̖̯̬̾̔̒̎̈́̿̕ͅs̷̢͓͚̺̃̔͜e̶͕̮͍͙̩̤͑͊͊͛̎͜͝ͅc̵̨̦̥͇̘̲͈͒̓̋̒̂̀͆̃̓͠r̸̳̗̖̗̰̗̻͌̆͐͊e̵͓̳̜̤̬̻̟͚̩̱̠̮͖͚̊̊̊͛́͊̽̏͜͝͝ť̴͚̯̰̙͓̮̘̤̞̮͔̊͐͆͐̍͑͛"
"How did you arrive here?"
"You kidnapped me, fucker," Barbara growled trying to fight the drug. The feeling of falling through the air was growing, and even though she knew that she was very 'safely' bound to the bed, it was making her nauseous and dizzy.
"It is for your protection. There were some very bad people after you."
Barbara didn't respond immediately this time.
"Tell me more about the Goa'uld."
"Fake, parasitic Gods…"
They were standing in front of a nondescript building, where they had managed to track the van. According to what they had managed to find it was an old hospital, that was put out of service long ago. The electric grid though told a different story.
"Last equipment check."
"Check," several voices confirmed.
"Teal'c and I will go through the northern entrance. Makepeace and Warren the south entrance. Castleman and Johnson through the eastern. Carter and Jackson – you are manning the Control."
Their steps, as quiet as they tried to walk, were echoing in the empty corridor. A shiver went down his back, but he motioned to Teal'c to advance. The Jaffa took the point and O'Neill followed his teammate.
Yeah, Barbie was not going to be allowed to go out for some time.
"We have to speed up the questioning," murmured the woman as Barbara struggled in the bed murmuring about carnivorous lights. "I already gave her an additional dose, but another might cause some adverse effects."
"In addition to hallucinations?" confirmed the man. The woman just nodded. The man exhaled before reaching to his ear. Several moments later he looked at his partner. "The SG-1 and 3 are here. We are to leave the girl to them. We are also to grab the phone with us for the nerds in the labs."
Castleman and Johnson didn't find anything yet. They were slowly progressing up from their [point of entrance, checking all the rooms on their path. They met Makepeace and Warren on the second floor before continuing to the third floor.
There. Murmur and rustling of the papers. Castleman gave Johnson a countdown before they stormed the room. Two men were sitting in front of computers. One was typing on his before they broke in, lines of code still rushing on the screen as the man didn't stop. His partner on the other hand jumped immediately out of his place and went to intercept the officers. Together the SG-3 members managed to quickly overpower the man and Johnson went to stop the other who at that time finished typing and was reaching for a small device attached to the computer. The Lieutenant recognized it as Barbara's phone.
He subdued the programmer, tying the man to his chair and pushing it away from the computer. The other man was still lying on the floor, hands covering his head.
"Carter, this is Castleman," The major spoke into his walkie-talkie. After receiving a confirmation, he continued, "We found two men with computers, analyzing Barbara's phone."
"Confirmed. Stay at your position. Makepeace and Warren confirmed finding Barbara."
"Copy that, over."
Makepeace knew that Barbara will be questioned for information that she had, but he was not prepared to see the girl barely breathing as he and Warren stormed into the room. The screen showing her vital signs was blaring as her heart was showing irregular rhythm.
"This is Makepeace, we found Barbara. Starting resuscitation. We need EMT."
"This is Jackson, copy that. They are on their way. ETA 5 minutes."
The door was roughly opened and even though Castleman was watching the door he was startled. He quickly found himself training his weapon at the pair of a man and woman who had their weapons trained on him. Johnson was still watching their captives.
"Step away from them, or your partner gets himself a portion of lead dinner," ordered the woman, shifting her gun towards the lieutenant and completely breaking the eye contact she had with major Castleman.
Johnson slowly did as he was ordered.
"Now you and your partner will stand in that corner, with your backs to the room."
"I don't think so, miss," came the cheerful voice of Jack O'Neill, accompanied by two squeaks of zat-gun, courtesy of Teal'c.
"Wow, that was some good timing," thanked Castleman the SG-1 members.
"We noticed this pair going down just after meeting up with Makepeace and Warren, so they continued exploring the floor, while Teal'c and I went after this duo," brushed off O'Neill. Teal'c nodded in confirmation
Her head was hurting. Her weighted blanket was a nice weight, pressing her just a bit into the mattress. She turned and squinted at her phone, trying to figure out the time. It was just after 1:00 a.m. Not even an hour of sleep. She almost unblocked the phone fully before her hold on the device slacked and she fell asleep.