There was no more time.
Kill her…
Evan stopped thinking, his body moving before he had a chance to do anything but react.
John ordered Effingham to blow the tanks and aimed for Rousseau.
Evan took a half-dozen full speed strides and leapt for Jennifer.
Under the accompanying crack of Rousseau's weapon, Evan hit the ground and smashed hard into Jen, throwing himself over her head and shoulders, his upper body bucking against the hammer blow that slammed into the middle of his spine, leaving him without oxygen. The sharp snap of Sheppard's .45 echoed over Jen's screams as the walls around them rumbled and shook.
McKay's panicked shout from the end of the corridor called a warning that the oxygen tanks were going to blow.
Then the world flashed white as the air caught fire around them.