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SECRETS
Part 10
As they crouched in the dark, John nudged Ronon and spoke silently with his eyes. 'You take Claude, I'll take Ezekiel'.
Ronon smiled at the idea of getting his revenge on the fat madman. Knives at the ready, they quietly entered the room. They were practically upon them with the perfect advantage when John suddenly stepped on something loud that crunched underneath his foot causing the two lunatics to quickly turn around.
Everyone stood frozen, staring, except Teyla whose eyes widened in surprise and continued to viciously struggle against her bonds.
"Well, that didn't exactly work out how I hoped," John said plainly.
Ronon roared as he lunged hard at Claude tackling him to the ground, knocking the wind from him. Ronon's fists came flying in a barrage of perfectly aimed blows until Claude regained himself and the two of them began rolling around the room, knocking things over while trading punch for punch.
John with his knife held out, shaking in pure rage seeing Teyla's half exposed and bleeding body, started towards Ezekiel, who smiled widely in delight.
Ezekiel quickly took the jagged razor still in his hand and instead of holding it to John, pressed it tightly against Teyla's throat. She could only give a muffled cry through her gag, as John froze in place, fixated in fear.
"Come, come now, boys! Surely you had a better plan than this!" Ezekiel cried, his bladed hand steady and precise.
John called out for Ronon to stop and moments later, Claude and Ronon released each other, both of their faces covered in bruises and cuts.
Ronon, breathing heavily, looked over at the razor to Teyla's throat and watched snarling as Ezekiel told John to lower his knife. John's face recoiled in frustration, staring at Teyla's eyes as her muffled voice tried to convince him to keep his weapon.
John did what Ezekiel told him, his eyes never leaving Teyla's. "I'm sorry," he told her, knowing he couldn't voluntarily let him hurt her.
Ezekiel laughed loudly in victory but was cut short by a swift movement and a loud thud.
Ronon had taken his knife and whipped it directly at the middle of Claude's forehead.
Claude turned slowly, his eyes crossed with a trail of blood running down from the knife stuck in his face and said, "Boss?" before his enormous body fell face first to the ground.