Dear Readers – I am terribly sorry I haven't written anything new lately. I've been really really busy. Doing what you ask? School, homework, work, and hockey. Yes, hockey season has once again started ('cept in the NHL) and being a true hockey fan, I go to a ton of games! So anyway, thanks to Janet (no, not Janet Frasier) for 'ordering' me to write another chapter. If she hadn't told me to, I probably would've forgotten about this story!

Jake

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Kevin had a weapon. Somehow this small Beretta instilled in him a sense of power and meaning, that this piece of metal made him a force to be reckoned with. It made him feel more confident and less afraid. Kevin hadn't gone back to his room. If something was wrong, now he could do something to help saved the people he now worked with. He wandered around the corridors for a while til he saw a group of soldiers standing outside the armory where Kevin had recieved his Beretta. He also saw a few other personnel, some dressed in civilian clothing, probably doctors or scientists who had military training. They seemed to be readying for battle, most carrying P90's or other sub-machine guns, grenades, pistols, knives and tons of ammunition.

He recognized one of the people gearing up as Colonel O'Neill.

'Hopefully he could give me some bits of information or O'Neill?"
"Huh?"
"Whats going on down below?"
"Group of Jaffa got through the iris. Some kinda new doohickey or something."

Another voice chimed in.

"Phase-shifting armbands, sir. The same kind of things we saw the Tollan use to go through the iris. I still don't know how they were able to get it but ..."
"Carter!"
"Sorry sir."

Kevin tried to understand what they were saying, but he didnt understand most of it.

"So...thats bad...right?"
"Uh...yeah. About a hundred got through and took out the gate room. We're gearing up everyone on the base and getting more troops sent in from Peterson Air Force Base. Until then, we fight with everyone we have left. That includes all civilians on this base, including you. Gear up."
"Um...I have no training..."

The Colonel looked rather annoyed at Kevin, although he probably didnt even remember Kevin's name. To him he was just another 'damn scientist'. But, another soldiers another soldier, well trained or not.

"Fine, Maj. Malloy, I need you to give this man a crash course in weaponry."
"Yes sir."

Major Jamie Malloy wasnt happy with that decision at all. Sure, she had to follow orders, but she didn't have to enjoy it. She was supposed to go and fight with the rest of the group. Instead she had to train some novice who didn't know which way to hold a P90. Just the start of a beautiful day.