John… how dare she call me John? My name is Ignatius… yes; Ignatius has always been my name. John Sheppard was only my spy name.
It was as if the man was trying to convince himself he was in fact someone else than this John. He lay on his bed, his wrists and ankles sore from pulling the restraints. He also felt extremely groggy, knowing whatever the damned doctor had given him, and it was meant to knock you out for quite a while.
But he was sure that once the right opportunity presented itself to him, he would have the pleasure of killing all these people. He would return to his people victoriously and he would hand Atlantis to Commander Kolya, whose pride he would earn.
He tried to move again but the restraints had been closed tight against his skin. They had some sort of cushion in order to protect the one inside the restraints against unnecessary wounds but still his skin had turned all red.
Ignatius didn't know how much time he had spent lying there, but one thing he did know was that the people here were practically ignoring him, which bugged him to no end. Then he heard someone whispering near him, they were talking about him. The voices got stronger the closer they came. The Doctor who had sedated him earlier had returned along with two soldiers he vaguely remembered had been addressed as Ford and Bates.
Bates closed in on his bed, slow enough and calculating every possible move the Major could make that could put them all in some form of danger. "We're moving you, Major. Be warned that if you try anything we won't hesitate to stun you, more than once if necessary."
John, now known as Ignatius or so he thought, didn't have a clue of what Bates meant by stunning him more than once. But glancing at the guns triggered a memory he had stored in his mind of being hit by one of those once, remembering it hadn't been all too pleasant. Not that weapons were supposed to be pleasant.
The Doctor approached him and started to loosen the restraints. His hands were first, followed by his legs, while the soldiers were both pointing their large guns at him.
He got up slowly, his body aching a bit of lying so long on the bed. He winced but kept his mouth shut, not wanting to alert that Doctor again. He wasn't in the mood for another round of sedatives, which prevented him from completing his ultimate goal. Bates ordered him to move toward the exit, which he followed thinking at the same time how easy it would be to escape victoriously.
As they passed the other bed, he took a glance and saw McKay sitting in it. Both men stared at each other and John snorted loudly. Damn it! The only one that I manage to shoot and he lives!
Near the door he saw the opportunity he had been looking for since the moment he had been planning on getting out of there. The space was less crammed near the exit, which resulted in one soldier in front of him and another behind him.
The Doctor was walking close by, though keeping his distance a little. Knowing the man they knew as John, couldn't be trusted at this point. Without attracting too much attention Ignatius closed in on Ford. And just as they thought everything was going as planned he grabbed Ford's 9mm, turned around and shot Bates.
Ignatius quickly made it to the Doctor's side, which he used as a shield just at the exact moment Ford shot at him with his stunner, hitting the Doctor instead of his intended target.
The moment the stun hit Dr. Beckett he fell to the floor unconscious.
Ford aimed again, trying a second time to stun his target but this time John shielded himself behind a bed.
From under it, he could see Ford's legs closing in. Having a clear shot he fired the 9mm, hitting Ford in the left leg. Ignatius crawled towards Bates and grabbed his stunner, realizing such a weapon could come in handy around Atlantis. Even though his objective was to kill he was sure he could pleasure his master with a greater gift then just the death of all the expedition members.
He got up quickly, stunning Ford as he did so and gave Bates an extra stun just in case. He turned around to look at what he had done, grinned widely and then ran off, away from the infirmary and in the direction of the one place he knew he would be at the greatest risk of being apprehended again, but he wouldn't let it come that far. He was absolutely sure he would make it back to his master.
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Elizabeth was in her office, her head buried in her hands, fighting to keep her eyes from closing and her body from taking that extra sleep now as she sat behind her desk. Realizing she was loosing the fight with sleep, she carelessly plucked the radio out of her ear and let it hang. A really bad headache was filling her brain and she knew the only thing that could cure that pain was a good night's sleep. She wasn't sure though she could get that at this very bad moment. For a moment she let her body take over, allowing it a second of rest but also knowing she had to continue her work. John was too important and he would need all the help they could give him.
She had to be strong; after all she was the leader of the expedition. She couldn't allow herself to show weakness, not towards her colleagues and certainly not towards the Major. Elizabeth took a deep breath and let it out slowly before putting the radio back into her ear, just in time to hear Rodney shouting something through it. Wait a second! Rodney is still in the infirmary. Why is he...?
"Rodney?"
"Elizabeth, Major Sheppard escaped from the infirmary, I think he might make his way toward the gate room." Rodney was barely finished when she heard the gate being activated. Knowing the wormhole was an outgoing one and the one activating it wasn't supposed to dial out in the first place, Elizabeth got up and quickly left her office.
What happened next almost went in slow motion. She felt a tingling sensation hitting her body and mind, and before she fully realized what had happened to her she found herself being taken over by pure blackness.
Elizabeth's limp body fell to the floor with a soft thud. Ignatius took a second to look her over and then picked her up from the floor, swinging her over his shoulder. The open Stargate was waiting for him and he had to hurry if he wanted his plan to succeed. A large smile crept onto his features, realizing he would be going home in just a few seconds.
He realized too late however what was happening around him. He was barely at the Gate when he was hit with enough stunners to bring down an elephant. The last thought was one of pure hatred ... he would get his revenge one way or another.