Wow, did I forget this.
Hey, for the people who couldn't figure it out, the R&C side of the story is based after the first game, but before the second, so the characters wouldn't be so battle-hardened and tough. I like a little innocence in my characters, so sue me. Oh, and there might be spoilers for the first game, but I think I had one already, so I you were surprised, what the heck are you doing reading this fanfic?
Chapter 5
I'm dead. That's got to be it. I got shot and died. . . . So why does it feel so . . . cold? That can't be right. Death is death; you don't feel anything. But I do feel cold. Why? Maybe I'm not dead.
Then, if I'm not dead, where the hell am I?
With an absolute reluctance, Ratchet opened his eyes. The color gray was the first thing that his brain registered. Then his neck acted up, having to hold his head at an odd angle for so long. He sat up, holding his neck, when other body parts complained of inactivity. From the feel of it, his whole body was sore.
"How long was I out?" Ratchet wondered out loud. The room he was in gave no indication of time, for every surrounding was gray. The walls, the ceiling, the carpet on the floor, everything was doused in the melancholy color. The room was also quite small, with only a few square meters of space on the floor, though there was plenty of legroom for Ratchet to stand. In fact, it all reminded him of a---
"Closet," he finished the thought out loud, "I'm stuck in a closet." Though he didn't have any proof of his last statement, he was pretty sure he was right. He and Clank weren't shot out the sky, rescued, shot again, and then locked in a closet for hugs and candy. And if they were, it'd just be weird and creepy. So, for right now, Ratchet was going with the 'prisoner' theory. It was a better mental image all around.
Now that he had the gist of the situation, he had to find a way out of said situation. Fortunately, he had just the trick: Be so annoying that his captors would open the door to shut him up, and then take out the guards with the element of surprise. And if there was one thing Ratchet was good at, it was being annoying.
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The time on his digital watch read "6:53." Barely a minute had past since Jack last checked it. He was getting restless, drumming his fingers on the dashboard in front of him. It wasn't like he didn't wait often, that wasn't the case. But he was always anxious when he did so. It was kind of funny, now that he thought about it, a Black Ops soldier having a problem sitting still.
After receiving the go-ahead from General Hammond to put together a rescue operation for the kidnapped alien, Jack had decided that a three four-man-team approach would be best way to go at it. SG-1 would be in command of the other two teams involved, taking point when the mission began.
It would be a simple operation, storming the warehouse and taking down the hostiles inside before they had a chance to react. Basic tactics 101. Of course, even the best-laid plans had a chance of going wrong…
Especially if SG-1 happens to be involved.
The alarm on his digital watch sounded, the small screen flashing "7:00." Go time.
Silently, O'Neill and Carter stepped out onto the cold pavement, watching as their breath hung in the air. Soon enough, the two separated and began making their way to the warehouse. Teal'c and Daniel would use a different entrance, but in the end their mission was the same.