A/N: This chapter has absolutely no SHEYLA in it, instead, this centers around everyone's favorite scientist (Of course I'm not talking about McKay)

Randek eyed the memo on the message board carefully. It read, "Wanted, players for the first Atlantis air-soft tournament. Come to an informal meeting tonight if interested." It was signed by Colonel Sheppard.

Randek allowed himself to smug triumphantly. He'd even managed to smuggle his own air-soft gun with him to Atlantis. He also knew that many of the scientists had been dying to play since they'd left Antarctica. It was a little known secret amongst the original scientists of the Atlantis expeditions.

After all, they were all geeks, as Colonel Sheppard was so fond of saying. He walked back to his quarters and dug into his duffle bag that he'd brought with him. In the very bottom were too boxes. He opened the small one first. Inside was a single Tokyo Mauri Colt 1911 spring air-soft pistol. He checked the ammo. It was still loaded.

He then opened the other box. Inside was his most prized possession. It was a Tokyo Mauri AK-47 electric air-soft gun. He had two pairs of clips. He checked the battery. It had been disconnected the entire time so there was little chance it had been depleted.

He checked to make sure his safety glasses still fit, and then he looked further into his bag to find his ammo. His ammo was reflective silver in color and it made him smile just looking at the full can of two thousand rounds.

The first thing he did was check to make sure they fired. Both weapons sent air-soft pellets flying around the room. He allowed himself a chuckle of success. Colonel Sheppard may be the military commander of Atlantis, but he had yet to meet Randek Zelenka in an air-soft match.

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Later that afternoon, Randek wandered into Rodney's lab. Rodney was busy working with some ancient device of little purpose. At least, when compared to the upcoming air-soft match.

"Have you seen the memo?" Randek asked.

"What memo?" Rodney snapped.

"The one that Colonel Sheppard posted, inviting anyone who's interested to play air-soft in the unused parts of Atlantis."
"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You've never played air-soft?"

"No, care to elaborate?"

Zelenka drew his air-soft pistol and shot Rodney in the back of the head.

"What the hell was that for!" Rodney snapped.

Zelenka waved the gun in front of Rodney's face. "Imagine if you could fire this weapon at anyone in the city, who would it be?"

"I wouldn't mind taking a shot at Colonel Sheppard."

"Then come to the meeting in the mess hall tonight."

"Alright, I'll be there."

"Good."

"Zelenka, where did you get that?"

"I smuggled it in along with all the alcohol the first time we stepped through the gate."

"Oh, why didn't I think of that?"

"Remember, be there Rodney. You won't regret it…" Zelenka trailed off. "… as long as you're on my team."

A/N: After I'm done with these next few chapters, I'll be switching back into some hopelessly romantic SHEYLA stuff… hope you enjoy the Zelenka ninja.