Jail Break

Chimera lounged back on the bonnet of the Impala, crossing her ankles as she snuggled into the large leather jacket. The boot of the Impala was open, revealing its arsenal of guns, knives, salt, holy water, rosaries and herbs. She had dug through the weapons, unearthing several books and a wooden box. The books had covered different things from witchcraft to satanic rituals and mythology throughout history. Now, as she leant back against the windscreen, she was rifling through the small box. It was full of ID's with the same two men pictured, but their names were different on every badge.
"FBI, County Marshal, CDC, Security Inspectors."
She tossed the laminated cards back into the box as she listed them, snorting at some of the names. Bored, she tossed the rest to one side and picked up the tatty old journal she had found in the glovebox with half a dozen mobile phones.
'Why would anyone even need that many phones?'
She shook her head, ignored them where they were scattered to one side of the gleaming bonnet and opened the book to a random page. The abandoned warehouse Chimera had taken up residence in, was gradually darkening as night fell, but it didn't bother her. Her more enhanced senses allowed her to read easily in the dimming light, though she was having trouble believing what was written. The author, a man by the name of John Winchester, wrote about his various encounters of the supernatural. He detailed the means to hunting down ghosts, wendigos, vampires and werewolves. He listed where he encountered them, who helped him and what the creature did to attract a hunter's attention. Occasionally, he would mention his two sons, Sam and Dean. His wife, Mary, who had died at the hands of a Demon with yellow eyes, pulling the man and his sons into a life of hunting.
"So that's why the man had such a dislike for my eyes. He thought I was another Demon like the one who killed his mother."
At the back of the book, she found a picture of two men leaning against the bonnet of the Impala, laughing. She recognised the shorter of the two, from the bar. On the back, in a messy scrawl, was the name's Sam and Dean, followed by a date and location.
'Dean. So, now I know who you are.'
Chimera replaced the picture, securing the journal once more. She sat up and stretched, glancing around the now dark warehouse. Sliding from the bonnet, Chimera returned the journal and box of ID to the boot and closed it. She was hungry and as the warehouse seemed secure, as secure as something clearly abandoned could be anyway, she was of to find some food. Leaving the warehouse, she slipped the Impala keys into one pocket and sauntered through the alleys. Eventually, she came across a Diner and took a seat in one corner, giving her full view of the entire place.
"What can I get ya?"
Chimera flashed the waitress a charming smile, pushing her sunglasses further up her nose.
Steak and a burger. Rare please."
"Which one?"
"Both."
The waitress raised an eyebrow but said nothing as she wrote.
"Anything to drink?"
"Milk."
Chimera couldn't resist. In Atlantis, she had always enjoyed letting her more feline instincts show with some things. She kept a perfectly innocent look on her face when the waitress paused. The woman gave her a careful look and decided she just didn't want to know. Instead, she took the menu and headed to the kitchen. Chimera grinned, pulling out her tablet and accessing the Dark Stars data core. Through that, she was able to hack into Stargate Command's systems. She scoured the database for any information regarding Anna Kennedy, her husband Pierce or their company, Bains Pharmaceuticals. The waitress returned with a glass of milk. Chimera ignored the waitress as she read the main page for Bains Pharmaceuticals. The cat paused as she took a drink, staring at the tablet.
-Bains Pharmaceuticals are proud supporters of those who defend our country. We provide many of the necessary medication needed by the Armed Forces and aim constantly, to improve the medication and supplies for faster, easier and more efficient administration.-
Chimera frowned as she placed her drink on the table.
'They mentioned a test on a military air base in a few weeks. Is it standard procedure? Do Humans really test on each other when the product is so dubious? Nevermind, stupid question.'
She could remember many of Rodney and Sheppard's foolish games. Something was wrong though. The Goa'uld had infiltrated a Pharmaceutical company that focused mostly on Military and now had tonnes of quartz, smuggled past the border. How did it all connect?

"There's nothing there."
Sheppard was stood in the Control Tower, staring at the scans around Earth. Rodney grunted.
"Talk about stating the obvious. No, there is nothing there. Neither is there anything around the Moon."
"Maybe it is not her."
Teyla moved to stand beside Sheppard. Ronon was leaning against the gate console, arms crossed as he watched something of to the side.
"Are we really going to believe it's a Demon?"
Sheppard scowled at Rodney.
"No Rodney, we are not believing them about Demons, but we could continue working on this as a potential Goa'uld. "
Rodney looked guilty for a moment.
"Sheppard. "
The team turned to Ronon who nodded to the screen he had been watching. Sheppard joined him and saw a view of the Brig and its occupants. He watched for a moment, then shrugged, before realising what had caught Ronon's attention. There was a third man, in a beige trench coat, stood inside the cell and talking to the two boys.
"Who the hell is that?"
Sheppard said as he moved to the Transport Mats. They got to the Brig in time to see Trench Coat place a hand on each man's shoulder, a smug grin on Dean as he saw them and they were gone. In just the blink of an eye, they had vanished into thin air. The team stood in mute disbelief, staring at the now empty cell.
"H,how did they do that?"
Rodney stuttered. Sheppard shook his head.
"I don't know. Do some scans Rodney. See if you can find out who and what beamed them out."
"There were no ships on the scan."
Teyla pointed out.
"Maybe we missed it. The shields are down while the cloak is in place. We're sitting ducks for anyone who finds us."
Rodney scowled.
"It might be possible to teleport someone from here to another part of the planet, without a ship."
Sheppard looked at Rodney for a moment.
"I need to talk to Woolsey. See if we can get a broadcast out through the police."

Sam and Dean staggered slightly as their motel room appeared around them. Dean shook his head and ran a hand over his face.
"God, I need a drink."
He headed to one of the beds and flopped down on it. Sam smiled at Castiel, who just nodded back.
"What took you so long anyway?"
Dean was now propped on his elbows and watching the Angel, who frowned.
"It was very hard to find you Dean, even with you praying."
Sam sat down on the second bed.
"Where were we anyway Cas?"
Castiel frowned.
"I am not sure. An invisible city in the middle of the ocean, I think."
Dean snorted.
"Seriously? Are you saying the Air Force were holding us in Atlantis?"
Sam looked at Dean in surprise, who looked affronted.
"What? I've heard of it."
Castiel shook his head.
"The city of Atlantis is just a myth. It has never existed on Earth."
Sam huffed.
"How did they make an entire city invisible?"
The Angel looked concerned.
"I do not know."
Dean shrugged, getting up and pulling a beer from the fridge.
"Don't know, don't care. I want to get my car back, kill the bitch that stole it and figure out a way to stop this croatoan virus from being released."
Sam shook his head.
"Do you think this is a good idea Dean? I mean, the Air Force is clearly watching Bains Pharmaceutical."
Dean snorted.
"They wouldn't have any idea what to do with a demonic virus."
Sam raised an eyebrow.
"With an invisible city that, from what we saw, looks like something from a scifi show."
Dean made to say something and paused. He couldn't come up with anything.
"Shut up. Either way, I want to get my car back."
"Your car is missing?"
Castiel asked with a puzzled frown.
"Someone stole it after we were taken into custody."
"It could be anywhere. She doesn't have GPS, so we can't track her."
Sam sighed as he stood up.
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm beat. How about we get some lunch and figure out our next move. You coming Cas?"
Castiel looked perplexed, before shrugging and following the boys out the door.

Chimera stood cleaning one of her guns on the bonnet of the Impala. On a nearby desk, she had managed to plug in the police scanner from the boot and tune it in. Now she listened in fascination. She still couldn't work out how the Goa'uld and their quartz delivery connected to the Military medication. Maybe it was time to pay Sheppard a visit. She was going to need help on this hunt. Suddenly, Chimera froze as something on the scanner caught her attention.
-Driving a black Chevrolet Impala, registration KAZ 2Y5. They are both armed and potentially dangerous. May well be working with a young woman.-
Chimera clicked the last piece of the gun into position. She slid the weapon back into her thigh holster. Her gaze flickered over the warehouse she had hidden in. So, the boys had escaped from the authorities. Is that why Sheppard had been in the area? Had he picked them up? At which point, how did they escape from a military base? Had they been in Stargate Command?
"No. They can't have been. The SGC is in a different part of the continent. They would never have escaped from there either."
She ran a hand gently over the polished bonnet of the car in thought. Then she grinned as an idea came over her. She dug into one of her cargo trousers pockets and pulled out a small device, no bigger than her palm. It was flat and disc shaped, with a flattened section on one side and a group of buttons on the top. She activated it with a gentle stroke and a blue light spun round the outside edge as it whistled. She stepped to the side of the car, backing up as she pointed the device at it. A bright light flared out, engulfing the car as it scanned from top to bottom. It beeped when it was finished and she repeated the process, first from the front and then the back. She pulled the police scanner from the table and returned it to the boot, then grabbed the leather jacket she had been wearing and shoved it onto the back seat. The device in her hand whistled again. She examined the three dimensional holographic screen it raised and tapped a few buttons. Then she moved to the bonnet and lowered her hand. The device hit the metal with a dull clunk as a magnetic force secured it in place. There was a wave of blue light and the Impala seemed to shudder, before it changed. It looked a wreck. It's windows were all cracked or shattered, it's tires were all flat, the metal was twisted and the paint was peeling to reveal dull metal or jagged rust. Cimera smiled, running a hand over the dented metal and feeling the smooth polish instead. She went to the shattered drivers window and tapped on the glass. The vehicle was still in perfect condition, but if anyone saw it, they would see only a broken wreck. Of course, if they were to touch it, the ruse would be broken. Locked away in an abandoned warehouse though, she highly doubted anyone would find it, never mind touch it. As she headed for the door, she checked the license plate and confirmed that it had managed to alter it. Chimera left the warehouse confident the car was safe. It was time for lunch and to see if she could find Sheppard.