The Gateroom was chaotic; with the top rung of the scientific community gone the technicians are lost about what they should do. Luckily the young Canadian, Chuck, was busy organizing the people working on the censors. It was almost odd watching that many computer scientists and physicists smashed in the control rooms arguing animatedly and yet actually making progress.
Meanwhile the Sheppard was working with a crew of engineers and HOG team members to try to clean the hallway. Dr. Weir chuckled remembering how Sheppard had questioned putting a group of divers and geologists on the crew removing debris from the hallway. The fact was they worked well with the engineers. The geologists and divers were completely fearless slipping into tight cracks to attach cables to debris, mean while the engineers where cold and calculated. They worked the equipment, planed which pieces needed to be removed next and what areas are unstable. Everyone was hoping that they were not going to be too late.
"Dr. Weir! Dr. Weir! We have gotten the first censor up." The scientists split apart allowing Dr. Weir to access the computer. "It seems like the temperature is rising inside the room."
"Can you find any reason for this raise in temperature?"
"Not so far, at first I thought it was a glitch but the neighboring rooms are also starting to heat up." Another scientist looked over their shoulder.
"Fire," the scientist said bluntly. "There is a fire along the walls. Before I was stationed here I worked on some models looking at the spread of fire in different materials. This matches what happen in some boats where the wiring inside the walls catches on fire while the walls stay relatively stable for a while they do heat up. They also fill the rooms full of toxic smoke."
"What would be the survival levels of the people in that room with the damage in the hallway?"
"There shouldn't be any damage to the hallway. If we look at the scans the room is structurally sound. It is almost like there were two explosions. One was a relatively small one in the room which caused the fire and the second much larger one which caused the damage in the hall. If that is the cause then our people should still be alive, but I don't know how long they can stay that way."
"Find what is going on. If we are dealing with two explosions then they are probably not an accidental. We need to know if the rescuers are in danger. We can't afford to anyone else in danger." Inwardly Dr. Weir sighed. At least they now had some clue about what is going on, but that was small comfort.
If you have never worked with scientist you probably don't realize that most of us have something fundamentally wrong with us. For example it could be medical, such as the fact I get migraines and have a bad knee, or it could be mental such as the fact Zelenka has a phobia of swimming, or social such as the fact no one trusts Kavanagh to fix anything. Last but not least they can have all of these problems, such as Dr. Mckay.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
"What is wrong, Rodney?" Grodin sat up straight in the corner, sweat slowly rolling down his face.
"I hurt my hand." Mckay wined.
Grodin made his way over to Mckay and looked at is scraped palm. "Any luck getting a radio working?"
"Not yet. I just don't have any tools, no light, and I am starting to have a hyperglycemic reaction."
"What's wrong? You admitting that you can't really fix everything, that you really are the smartest man in the galaxy?" As usual Kavanagh said the worst possible thing he could have at the worst possible timing.
"What do you expect me to do?" Mckay countered. "I hate to break it to you but MacGyver isn't real. There are some that require some amount of equipment to fix things." Things probably would have gotten bad, if Grodin hadn't gotten between the two scientists and Bec spoke up from under the still unconscious Zelanka and the up turned table.
"I might be able to help you with the hyperglycemia. I have a power bar in my pocket. It probably mashed but you can have it you can get it out." After several minuets of Grodin and Eaton feeling for Bec's pockets, they finally got the power bar out as well as a bunch of other stuff.
"Okay everyone else empty your pockets. Let's see what other stuff we have that could help us." Grodin wondered why they hadn't thought of that earlier maybe it was the fact the heat and smoke was starting to get to them.
"Bec? How come you keep all this stuff in your pockets?" Perez looked at the pile that included with a pocket knife, penlight, jump drive, and band aids, as he emptied his own pockets.
"EMT training dies hard." Boy it was really getting hard to breathe in here she thought. "Anyway I have a have a vulcanologist on my team. They are the scientists that are most likely to die or be critically injured. Most people argue that it is because work with volcanoes but I think it is a personality thing. They just like to be in danger."
"So we have a whole bunch of wrappers, some thumb drives, seven band aids, a penlight and a pocket knife. We have been sitting here for nearly two hours and I have heard no tapping at the doors. What should we do?" Through in he two cents, Carl Raginmar commented.
"Vent." It was the first thing that Avril Blacheflour had really said. Everyone looked at her then at the ceiling.
"That just might work."