Chapter Eighteen

Ten Thousand Years Later

Year Two of the Expedition, 1656 hours(Atlantis Base Time)

The Wraith's lips curled into a smile as it looked down the corridor, its face had a layer of slim that glinted in the dim light of the wreckage. It looked from right to left, scanning the area for any signs of the food. The warriors and other officer to his right and left looked around the dark hallways as well.

Kurt held his breathe as he took cover, he watched the Wraith who had spoken a few minutes before. It had moved its way to the front of the pack and was now looking around the hallway with cat like eyes. Its eyes darted back and forth, checking every nook and cranny of the corridor. Kurt lined his P-90 up with the chest of the Wraith officer, he put the red dot in the scope on where the heart of a human would be. He quietly reached forward and switched the safety off, he breathed in and out as quiet as he could.

The Wraith warrior from behind the officer turned its head quickly and looked back down the hallway. Its face plate was moving as it looked back down from where they had come. The second officer who was slightly shorter then the one in the lead, walked forward and looked up at him. He growled slightly, "what are you doing? We can't afford to stop moving, if they get away from us, she will not hesitate to kill us."

The taller officer looked over at him, his lips curling into a snarl, "and if we are not careful, they will kill us. They have already killed some of us today, it is not something I wish to have happen to myself. They may be just prey to you, but you don't know how cunning and vicious they can be when they are trapped."

The shorter Wraith hissed before it turned and walked towards Kurt with heavy footsteps, its face looked as if it was furious at the other Wraiths words. The two large armored warriors moved quickly and caught up to the officer in a few strides. They took up both sides of him as they walked towards Kurt and Yanson: Kurt felt his stomach lurch as he realized how this was going to end. He shifted his scope to the short officer and lined up his forehead, it was wet looking and Kurt felt a feeling of disgust go through him. The tall Wraith did not move to catch up to his three brothers moving down the corridor towards Kurt.

This was it, he had to make a decision. Shoot them and start a gun fight in close quarters, or try to be quiet and hope they didn't see the two humans laying on the floor. Decisions...

Kurt squeezed the trigger and the gun recoiled back into his shoulder, his vest armor stopped him from feeling most of the impact of the submachine gun. The bullets caught the short Wraith officer in the forhead sending his head flying back, his hair and leather coat flew up around him as he fell back to the ground, he landed with a loud clang! that echoed through the corridor.

Yanson's P-90 fired on full auto a split second later, catching one of the Wraith with a full spray of bullets in the chest, it yelled in pain but didn't fall under the impact of the bullets. The bullets peppered up their bodies sending out white sparks from the metal on metal contact, several of the bullets tore through the metal armored plate and black blood spattered out of the wounds. One of the Wraith warroirs cried out in surprise and agony before it fell to the deck plates, the other Wraith warroir raised its stunner and began to randomly shoot off blue orbs of energy down the hallway. The laser lit up the corridor as it flew down the hall and impacted a peice of hanging debris.

The taller officer in the back snapped his head around, to see the last Wraith standing get hit in the chest by a burst of automatic gunfire from Yanson. His lips curled upward in a disgusted, yet satisfied smile before he turned and began to sprint down the hall. His loud heavy footsteps echoed over the echo of the gunfire, he disappeared around a corner at the far end of the corridor.

Kurt quickly to his feet and began to sprint after the Wraith officer who was running. Kurt jumped over the body of the shorter officer whos left eye was replaced with a bullet hole the size of a dollar coin. Kurt landed steadily and continued to sprint as fast as he could after the Wraith officer, if he escaped he would bring back more warriors. Kurt was a stride from one of the downed warroirs when it started to rise to its feet again, he pointed and sprayed with his P-90. At this range it didn't matter if he aimed or not. The bullets spattered black blood on the wall behind the Wraiths head and it fell back to the floor with soft thud.

Kurt let go of his gun with his left hand and started to sprint faster after the Wraith. His adreneline pumped as he reached the end of the hall and rounded the corner, the corridor was empty except for the slight shine of daylight from a large hull breach down the hallway. The Wraiths shining coat could be seen brightly as it sprinted past the light in the hall. Kurt didn't even stop or slow when he rounded the corner, he continued to sprint after him. He could feel the few magazines of ammo he had left patting against his chest. The armor in his black vest was also hitting against his chest, but since it was lighter and made out of a thinner material he didn't care as much.

The Wraith disappeared into the darkness, but Kurt continued to sprint into the dark after him.