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The car slows to a stop and Teyla is aware of Michael's boots hitting the ground. Her door opens and his hands grab her by the arm, dragging her out into the open air. "Where are we," she asks.

"Don't worry about it." He keeps looking over his shoulder; it's only a matter of time before they come for her.

"Am I to assume that this is not our destination?" Teyla's head still aches as she scans their surroundings. There is nothing there, just an empty, outdoor parking lot. Grass fights through the cracks and she can hear the sound of the ocean.

She is forced to clench her jaw as he pushes her down to the pavement, knees grinding against the rough texture of the lot. "I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet. Thought you'd be excited to see your old friends."

Moving into a seated position, Teyla feels the concrete parking stop dig into her lower back. Her fingers open and she discards the pebbles until she finds a small rock.

"Old friends?" She asks.

"You know that Dex and his guys didn't get them all." Michael gives one more scan around the parking lot before he approaches the SUV. He starts picking the lock and she watches as he pulls the door open. "You still don't get it," he yells from his stooped position. She does not remember hotwiring cars to be part of training she received at the SFPD. "The Wraith are still alive and well and I'm going to finish what I started. And when I do," the vehicle hums to life, "when I do I'm movin' up in the world."

Teyla watches him closely. "You truly believe that they are going to give you what was promised. That they are not going to go back on their word, take the drugs, and end both of our lives."

"You'll see," he sounds confident.

The engine that she had heard in the distance grows closer and it is then that they see the car pulling towards them. She allows Michael to haul her to her feet and she drops the rock that she had been holding.

"Release me," Teyla urges. "If you let me go now, there is a still a chance for you."

He rips open the door. "I let you go, they kill me right here and now." Before he can push her into the passenger seat, John steps out of his car.

"Michael Kenmore!" Sergeant Sheppard is out of his usual suit and tie and wearing BDUs. Teyla recalls the last time she had seen him in tactical gear; it had not been a good day for anyone. "Let her go." His weapon is trained on Michael and at the moment he is all soldier. She sometimes wondered about his military background, now it is clear.

"Like hell, Sheppard."

Another vehicle pulls in and Dex emerges, gun drawn. "You want to do what he says. Otherwise you've got Narcotics and the DEA to deal with." Dex continues. "And my men want to burn what's left of the Wraith to the ground."

Michael has moved Teyla in front of him as a shield. "Not gonna happen."

"Hear that Sheppard?" Ronon takes a step forward, "Sounds like Kenmore's got a death wish."

Michael smirks. "Just take the damn shot already."

Teyla sees it in Dex's eyes and she holds as still as she can when John says, "Don't."

"Sheppard?"

"I said don't." John has lowered his weapon.

"Didn't think so," Michael enters the vehicle first and he pulls her in after him as he slides over to the driver's seat. "That's why I need you darlin.'"

As they pull away she hears the shots being fired and leans forward as glass shatters. All the while Michael laughs