Chapter 2
Chapter 2
The rain poured down heavily on her weary body, she hadn't slept in more than 3 days and the lack of sleep was taking a toll on her morale.
It had been a simple mission to say the least. Her team had conducted many assassinations. They had orders to get in, get out, and perform the task as cleanly as they could. Sadly nothing went according to plans.
She could remember the sound of bullets whizzing past her head, blood curling screams coming from every direction…
"Emmagan, get your lazy ass of my couch and to the loading dock!" boomed the voice of a very unhappy Jack O'Neill, "Don't think I have forgotten that your team is to come in today."
She hadn't thought he'd be back from the meeting that early. Her brilliant plan had been to hide out from the arrival of her team in his office, which pretty much meant her taking a nap on his rather comfortable couch. Everyone was aware of the tension between them, so not even a self-respected idiot would have thought of looking for her in there. But apparently karma just wasn't on her side lately.
"Oh joy," she grumbled, "Here I was thinking it had all been some sort of bad joke. But who am I kidding, that O'Neill is gone? All we have is a hard ass that won't get of my case."
"Flattery will get you nowhere," he replied in a nonchalantly manner. "Get moving, you don't want them thinking you aren't exited about meeting them, now do you?"
She couldn't help talking back. "Absolutely, I can't think of anything better than to please three complete strangers that I don't even want to meet."
Already knowing she wasn't going to get out of it she rose of the couch as slowly as her body could. Knowing it would irritate him, she mocked saluted him in such a brilliant way that would have done Hawkeye Pierce proud.
As she made her way to the docking port she thought back on the personnel files of the three men. She had learned much about their careers but was extremely disappointed at the fact that the files didn't include any pictures of them.
She had to admit that she had been rather impressed with the men's credentials. Apparently the McKay fellow was some sort of genius who was specialized in computer programming, which made her wonder why a man like that would want a job like this.
Ronon Dex was an ex mercenary for the country of Belgium and had been contracted by the U.S government. Apparently they had him to thank for the sudden death of Houdini.
John Sheppard had been part of the Air Force for a couple of years but had been court marshaled for disobeying a superior's order. During his time in the military he had be named one of the top pilots to have joined the academy.
It was fair to say that these men were the best in their field. But they were in her turf now and she had no intentions of making it easy for any of them.
As she reached her destination she quickly noticed the only three men that weren't familiar to her. For some reason or another her heart skipped a beat when she laid eyes on one of them. It was right there and then that she realized that it was she who was in trouble.