Chapter 3

Once again, Brenna awoke face down on a metal floor. This is becoming a bad habit. She didn't remember falling asleep. Flashes of remembered images careened through her brain. Struggling against invisible bonds, pain, fear, and a feeling of being trapped. More than anything Brenna hated feeling helpless.

Something touched her on the shoulder. Without thinking, her training kicked in. She spun on her back hitting her attacker in the face with a weak punch. Jumping to her feet, she hit him again in the face with an elbow. He was reeling from the attack so she took advantage and knocked him to the ground and put him in a wrist lock so he couldn't come back at her.

Angrily she asked, "Who are you! And why are you keeping me here!?" As her adrenaline level went down a notch, she realized that the man she was holding down appeared to be in a military uniform. Oops.

"My name is Lt. Michael Simms, mam! And I have no clue what is going on!" The lieutenant sounded breathless.

"Where are you stationed airman?" Brenna asked, not releasing her grip quite yet.

"Cheyenne Mountain, mam! Please let me up." He managed to sound quite polite, considering his predicament. Brenna let him go and backed up; after all he looked like an Iowa farm boy. He was maybe 25 with blond hair. She could probably take him out while blindfolded.

The young lieutenant gathered himself up off the floor. "I'm sorry mam; I didn't mean to startle you."

"That's ok lieutenant; do you know a Colonel O'Neill?" She asked, already knowing the likely answer.

"Yes, I do. He is 2IC of the command where I am stationed." The lieutenant apparently noticed her name tag.

"Are you related to him?"

Brenna ran her hands through her unruly hair. "Yes, Lieutenant. He is my brother."

"Do you know what happened, how we got here?"

"Not a clue, but you can help me find a way out of here." She started looking around.

"Oh and lieutenant, sorry about the nose."

Jack O'Neill was frustrated, and when he was frustrated he tended to take it out on the nearest target. This unfortunately, was Daniel. "Daniel, can we speed this up?" Jack complained.

"No, Jack I can't." Danny patiently explained for the umpteenth time.

The Asguard had not returned any of Stargate command's attempts to contact them. It was like they had fallen off the edge of the galaxy. So now they were reduced to looking through old MALP telemetry in the hopes that they could find some new Asguard worlds. Where, with luck, they could contact the Asguard High Counsel.

"I still think this is our best bet." Daniel ventured his opinion.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Daniel, it's just a bunch of glyphs. There are no signs of people, and you said that this Odious guy isn't even a part of the Counsel."

"It's Odin, Jack. And this is the only planet that even remotely has possibilities." Daniel shot back.

"Alright, alright but we better not be wasting our time!" Jack shook his finger at his friend.

Jack headed for the door. "I'll go tell the general. You go get the others, ok?"

"Sure, Jack." Daniel watched his friend leave, wishing he could offer better odds than one in a million.