"Sir." Young said as he entered McKay's lab.

"From your expression I am guessing Woolsey did not have any luck?" Sheppard replied.

"No Sir and he is now confined and awaiting interrogation."

"When?" Sheppard asked, unable to hide his surprise or concern.

"Forty-seven minutes Sir and Dyson would like to see you."

"He say why?"

"No Sir, but judging from his track record, you might want to pack an overnight bag." Young said.

"Well let's hope it doesn't come to that." Sheppard said looking far from optimistic.

"Are you going to see him?" McKay asked nervously.

"Well I can't hide down here forever, besides it gives us our best chance of tagging him. Talking of which, have you finished the radios?"

"Yep. There is one for Dyson and each of his men. Do your best to ensure they all wear them." McKay answered.

Sheppard grabbed the radios and said. "Try to stay off the radar and if you have not heard from me in forty-two minutes initiate plan B."

McKay nodded as the two military personal left the lab. As they traversed the corridor Young asked.

"Plan B Sir?"

"McKay releases sleeping gas into the control room, then we go in and confine them."

"Isn't that good enough to be plan A?" Young questioned.

"The gas takes a while to work. In that time they could do a lot of damage, including initiating the self-destruct and seeing at the very least Dyson is completely insane it seems best not to risk it." Sheppard replied. "Also McKay is less than confident about an isolated delivery of the gas."

"So if plan A fails and we go for plan B we could be even more screwed?" Young asked.

"Yep, so you ready with plan C?"

"Yes Sir. As soon as the keyword is said the tactical strike team ready to move."

"Good work lieutenant." Sheppard commented as the two entered the control room. Leaving Young at the bottom of the stairs Sheppard jogged up to Woolsey's office where Dyson sat.

"You wanted to see me ?"

"Ahh, Come in Colonel, have a seat."

Sheppard cautiously scanned the room and sat on the sofa.

"I take it you have heard of the unfortunate business with Woolsey. I would prefer not to extract the information from him, but the infection is running mighty deep." Sheppard sat silently, not sure how to respond. "How is your investigation going?" Dyson asked after a pause, forcing Sheppard to speak.

"Well currently I am more concerned with securing the city. Safety has to be our first priority."

"You believe there are some infiltrators still lurking?" Dyson asked.

"It is a possibility." Sheppard confirmed, having decided to play to Dyson's fears. "So I need to ask you and you men for co-operation." Sheppard added.

"In what way?"

"Well, I need you to start using standard comms. We will move to a secure frequency so we know it will be a safe channel. But If I am to protect you I need to be able to reach you at all time." Sheppard said leaning forward and placing several headsets on the desk. "It will also help us identify all lifesigns as either trusted or threat. Furthermore I would also like to initiate a curfew starting immediately. All non-military personal will be confined to quarters until we can be sure what is happening."

Dyson sat staring at Sheppard, for what John felt was a long time. Finally Dyson leaned back and gave a low, short chuckle.

"I had my doubts about you Colonel seeing how the instigators are on your team. However, I thought, deep down, that you would be loyal to your roots. Seems like I was right to put my faith in you." The Texan said as Sheppard tried not to show his relief. "Do what you need to." He added as he picked up an earpiece and fitted it. Just when Sheppard thought the plan was coming together Dyson spoke once more.

"I have read the files Colonel and know that you are capable of getting the job done in any way required. Which is why I know you will help me now. We need to know what they have done to our city Colonel. I fear the only way is to use the device Dr McKay found three weeks back." He said as Sheppard desperately tried to remember what McKay had discovered. Then it dawned on him what Dyson was referring to.

"You mean the glove thing?"

"That is right. I believe Dr McKay calls it a Memory Extraction Glove."

"But it has not been tested."

"That is correct Colonel, but according to Dr McKay's report the device is used to pull information from a persons brain. Now I know there are risks…" Dyson explained until Sheppard interrupted.

"Did the database not allude to the fact the Ancients stopped using it as it was fatal to the person being questioned?" Sheppard asked.

"That is true Colonel. However, the life of everyone in this city could be at risk and I cannot allow that. Woolsey I'd consider a friend, but needs must. You I believe have the Ancient gene required to operate it. Therefore I endorse your using it. You may start in thirty minutes." He added as the Colonel started running through different possibilities in his head. "Unless of course I was wrong about you." Dyson said noticing Sheppard's hesitation.

"No Sir, it is just that I am not use to any member of the IOA being so swift in making a decision." Sheppard tried to cover.

"Well I think you will find I am a different type of IOA member." Dyson smiled a sickly smile. "That is all Colonel." Dyson added.

"Yes Sir." Sheppard said standing and leaving the office. Jogging down the steps he hurriedly left the control room followed by Young.

"How did it go Sir?" Young asked in the corridor.

"Let's just say this whole situation is completely FUBAR and we really need the Apollo here."