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"Well, I must say that this is a surprise," Todd was seated at the end of the table, elbows resting on the lacquered wood, fingers steepled. "And I am afraid that you have come to the wrong place."

Michael throws the duffel bags in front of him. "C'mon, I did what you guys asked."

"As I said before, that time has passed." Todd spread his arms, "This place, this a legitimate business. I have turned things around and I plan to keep it that way."

"Don't lie to me," Michael was standing, hands braced against the back of a chair. "After all that I did for you—"

"Not for me," Todd says, calmly. "For The Queen, yes."

"Then maybe I should take my business up with her," Michael snaps.

"Maybe you should," Todd's piercing eyes don't waver. "But you will let Ms. Emmagen go."

Teyla looks up. If she had not known Todd better, she would have sworn that he had winked at her.

"I don't think so. Not yet." He grabs the bags and shoulders them, then takes Teyla by the arm. "We're goin'."

"Right." Todd doesn't blink. "I hope you find what you're looking for."

"I'm sure that I will."

They don't make it to the door.

"Sarge," Michael stops, tightening his grip on Teyla.

"Michael." John moves into the room as Todd stands. "And Mr. Smith. Or if I remember correctly, Todd."

"That is correct."

"Back to your old tricks?"

"Hardly. As I was just explaining to Mr. Kenmore here, I am now running a legitimate company."

"You know, I think that's what your friend tried telling the DA. What his name? Oh yeah. Steve."

Michael has slowly been maneuvering towards the door at the opposite end of the room, keeping Teyla in front of him. "If you're busy catching up, I think I'll head out."

"Kenmore, move and you're dead." John fires. "Shit." They're both gone, a trail of red leading out the open door. "Shit," he repeats. "Did you see-"

"No," Rodney shakes his head. "And this is why we should've waited for Ronon and Lorne."

"Too late for that. Rodney, radio them and tell them to cover the back, they should be here by now," he starts running, "And keep an eye on Todd."

He's in the hall as he sees Ronon coming down the corridor, he doesn't stop as he yells, "They went down the stairs."

"Lorne's got the exit covered," Ronon's long strides give him the advantage and he reaches the stairs first. He rips open the door and John runs through.

He's sure that at the speed their going, one of them is going to end up with a broken ankle or worse, but they make it to the bottom unscathed and slightly out of breath.

"Out the back," John points towards the EXIT sign. His body slams open the metal door and he pulls himself to a stop as Ronon narrowly avoids crashing into him.

"Call an ambulance," he says, heart pounding, "And stay with them." A sick dizzy feeling is settling over him but he forces himself to keep going. Get Teyla back, take down Michael. That was what he came here to do. One of them still wasn't crossed off.

He doesn't get very far before he gives up. He hears the sirens approaching. "Lorne and Teyla?"

"Lorne's got a nasty bump on his head. Probably going to have a concussion."

"And Teyla? I fired a shot..."

Ronon shakes his head, still kneeling next to her. "You must have clipped Michael."

Then, "Did he-"

"No. But something's not right."

"What do you mean?"

"Sheppard," Ronon rubs the back of his neck. "It looks like a drug overdose."