Sudden changes chapter nine
Daniel put the photo of Willow and Chris into his pocket and ran a hand through his hair warily, he resisted the urge to wring his hands as he continued pacing around the house with anxiety. He had a son, a four year old son.
He growled, a son that was probably awake and scared with those bastards, was he with his mom? Maybe he was by himself. Daniel gritted his teeth; were they sticking needles in him?
The archaeologist balled his hands into fists and punched the wall just as his best friend's cell phone rang, he breathed in deeply trying to stay calm; he couldn't help either of the two hostages if he was punching walls, he looked at Jack who was holding his cell to his right ear.
Daniel scooted over to the colonel quickly hoping to hear some of the conversation, it was probably the General; did he have any news on Willow and Chris? He hoped so.
He barely noticed Teal'c and Sam coming towards them as Jack frowned, his anxiety jumped up several notches and he began panicking, was it bad news? He clenched and unclenched his hands rapidly. What if they never found them?
"Are you sure, sir?" said Jack frowning.
Whatever the General was telling him to do he obviously didn't like it, was it bad?
"Yes, sir," he took the phone away from his ear and mouth and said, "We need to find Willow's contact numbers, the Pr—"
Carter interrupted him as she held up an A5 sized book presumably full of phone numbers, "Got it, sir."
Jack nodded, "Carter's got the contacts, sir."
Daniel was confused, Why would they need Willow's phone numbers? The only reason why they'd need them was if the General wanted to contact her friends, but what good would that do? What could they do to help? Anyway, last time he'd checked this was classified, none of them even knew Willow's friends.
He knew that he wasn't the only one in this room who was confused, he looked at Sam; her eyebrows were knitted together slightly, her eyes narrowed a little in confusion. Teal'c was, um, Teal'c; so not much change in his expression.
"General, if you don't mind me asking—" he paused and then sighed after a few seconds. "Yes, sir."
He ended the call and then looked at them, but his eyes lingered on Daniel, "We're going back to the mountain, General's orders."
Daniel's eyes widened, "What?! We can't! Jack—"
Jack interrupted him, "Hammond has information on Willow and Chris that will help us find them. We'll have more of a chance of getting them back if we leave, there's not much we can do here."
Usually Jack would've just told Daniel to shut up and order him out, but he deserved more than that; his kid was missing, granted he only knew about the kid for barely a few hours but still—
Daniel nodded stiffly, "What kind of information, Jack?"
Jack frowned, "I don't know, but he said it was important." Hammond wouldn't have said that the info was important if it wasn't.
Sam put a hand on Daniel's arm, "We'll find Willow and Chris, but I doubt the answer's in this house." After a moment he nodded not looking happy.
They made their way out of the house, Sam was flicking through the address book and vaguely noted that most of the names in the book were…odd.
'Xander, Buffy, Giles, Clem…'
Strange, she shook her head slightly willing away the inappropriate thoughts, they had more important things to think about.
Before she shut the book she saw the contact, 'Magic Box', Sam raised an eyebrow. Magic? Odd.
She closed the book and hurried a little to catch up with the guys, she'd fallen behind. They walked back to their means of transport in a tense silence.
Meanwhile with the NID Agents
Agent Grey glanced at the woman lying flat on her stomach as he heard her stirring groggily, he frowned worriedly and turned to one of the other agents, "This one's starting to wake up." He stopped himself from wincing at the quaver in his voice. The woman had kicked their asses all across the house, so yeah he was cautious; anyone else would be if they were within two feet of her like he was.
Agent Holland, who was at least a decade older than him, gave him a scathing look as he heard the fear in his voice, "Give her another shot." The older man handed him a syringe impatiently. Grey took it blushing furiously and then grasped the redhead's left arm firmly before glancing at her face to see if she was awake.
He gulped as he saw that her eyes were half-open, but he calmed down slightly when he saw that she was still groggy and confused.
He grasped the syringe firmer than before and pierced the skin on her arm carefully, he looked back up to her face quickly while slowly releasing the sedative into her bloodstream; as the last of the drug was released he was blown backwards violently and had the air blown out of his lungs as he hit the inside of the vehicle.
Willow struggled to pull herself up by her elbows but discovered that her hands were bound together behind her back, a blurry kind of anger swirled around inside her and had been since she'd seen and felt the prick of the needle in her arm; she didn't know what was going on but being poked with needles wasn't something she thought was good. The redhead gritted her teeth and tried furiously to concentrate against the fuzziness in her mind. She could feel herself growing weaker and her vision blurred and darkened as she vaguely heard yelling and felt hands pushing her back down onto the hard surface of the van floor.
Her right cheek pressed against the cold floor, she struggled to keep her eyes open; she caught sight of a small figure lying not three feet away from her and obviously bound as tightly as she was and frowned. Her eyes drooped and closed.
She knew nothing more as she passed out once again.
Back at the jet
Jack sat back in his seat in the private jet as he held the cell phone to his ear with one hand and held the address book open with the other, he was giving Hammond the number of this 'Giles' guy; whoever this guy was he hoped that he could help; although he didn't know exactly how a civilian could help in any way. But this was George Hammond, he hadn't led them wrong before.
Sam was checking into Willow's background on her laptop trying to stop the constant thought of wondering what the two hostages were going through and also to find information about them, Daniel was sitting and was very quiet as he put the photograph back into his pocket for the third time that day, he was probably wondering how anyone could kidnap a small boy and a young mother without any remorse.
Daniel met his eyes silently and Jack, who had just ended the call on his cell phone, wasn't surprised to see the depths of anger that burned in the archaeologist's blue iris's, they both knew that Kinsey wasn't going to get out of this unharmed.
Karma was going to turn around a take a chunk right out of the bastard's slimy ass, and he hoped that they'd all be around to see it.
He felt the jet rising up and off the ground as they left for Cheyenne Mountain.