A/N: Okay, so this chapter is pretty short, but I felt the need to get another part of this story up before I watched next week's episode; just, you know...in case something awful occurs and I happen to lose my inspiration.

Lorne engaged the cloak as soon as they entered the atmosphere; and the Puddle Jumper touched down on Ontarish soil a few moments later.

"All right," the major slung his arm through his P-90's strap with practiced ease, "Ronon, Teyla, you're with me; Colonel Sheppard and Dr. McKay will stay with the Jumper."

Rodney crossed his arms, "And why, may I ask, do I have to stay behind?"

Lorne waved his hand across the hatch' control panel, "Because things could get very ugly, very fast; and we're going to need a ride out of here. You might end up having to come to us."

He raised his gun and strode down the ramp, Teyla behind him and Ronon bringing up the rear.

"Good luck," John called after them, anxiety etched in his face.

"Don't worry sir; we'll bring her back," Lorne paused and saluted, then spun on his heel and broke into a jog.

Rodney's expression softened at the look in his friend's eyes, "She'll be okay, Sheppard."

John sighed heavily, then winced as the movement pulled on his bruised muscles, "I wish I was as sure of that as you."

"That's why I'm the smart one," McKay awkwardly patted the Colonel's shoulder, then plopped down in the pilot's chair to await word from their teammates.

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"Where do you think they're keeping her?" Lorne peeked around the building corner.

Ronon kept his back pressed to the wall, all his senses on alert, "My guess would be that she's still in the prison."

Lorne rolled his eyes, "No kidding; where might that be?"

"It is the large building located next to the Council House," Teyla whispered loudly from the house across from them, glancing down the gap in between the buildings.

"I'm guessing the Council House is that huge collection of towers?" Lorne motioned with his gun over the roofs of the houses.

"That's it," Ronon switched the setting on his gun from 'stun' to 'kill.'

Feeling Teyla's eyes on him, he shrugged, "They picked the wrong group of people to mess with."

Her jaw was set, "I just wanted to make sure you were not taking any chances."

Ronon grinned ferally, "Never do."

Teyla's eyes glittered dangerously, "Good."

"Neither do I," Lorne pulled out a block of C4 and tossed it to the former Runner, "I'm assuming the chair is in one of those towers?"

Teyla nodded, "I believe it is in the one farthest from us."

"Well that's convenient," the major glanced around the corner then turned back and straightened, "All right, as a backup plan I want the two of you to take that C4 and set it up where it'll cause a lot of damage, preferably to those gun turrets. After that, make your way to the prison and find Elizabeth. I'm going to head for that chair. If I don't contact you in ten minutes I want you to arm that sucker, have McKay fly in as close as he dares, and try to get Dr. Weir out of here; it'll be a lot riskier, but if this whole thing goes south it'll be our only option."

Ronon crossed his arms, "What about you?"

Lorne shook his head, "She's more important." He grinned wryly, "And besides, if we go back without her I'm a dead man anyway; I might as well go out doing my duty."

Teyla laid a hand on his shoulder, "You are very brave Major Lorne."

He shook his head, "More like incredibly stupid, but thanks anyway," he flashed her a smile. "All right, let's get this show on the road."

In a manner reminiscent of the woman they were trying to save, Teyla uttered a soft "Be safe."

Eyes flickering between his two companions, Lorne touched a hand to his cap, "You too; and good luck."

Ronon nodded curtly; and then the team split into two, each with a different task, but fueled by the same desperate objective.

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Ronon slid to a stop and slapped the block of C4 to the turret's base. Teyla crouched down next to him, her gun at the ready, "I do not believe anyone saw us."

The Satedan turned to look at her, "That's good, because one of us is going to have to stay here."

Understanding dawned on her face, "Someone must be here to arm the explosive should we need it."

Ronon inclined his head, "It would be a bad idea to leave it unguarded. I'll stay behind; you head to the prison."

Teyla shook her head emphatically, "You should go after Dr. Weir; she may not be well enough to move without assistance."

He grimaced slightly, "Good point."

Teyla glanced out into the street, "You should go now while it is clear."

Ronon nodded and tapped his earpiece, "I'll keep in touch." And then he was gone, employing that almost feline grace as he skirted along the wall and disappeared from her sight.

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