Gemini: Flipside Chapter Two
A/N: Oh my! Sorry for the delay! Rl is kickin' my ass these days! Hopefully, there won't be too long of a wait; I want to get this done. Besides, I have one very big story to tell for SGA... I just had to get over the blockage! Thanks for waiting!
Gemini: Flipside
Chapter One
oOoOoOo
“Unscheduled offworld activation!”
Elizabeth knew her good day would end at some point, just not so soon. Standing next to Chuck, she suddenly wished she could start the whole week over again. “Who is it?”
“Lieutenant Spivey, ma'am.”
“Lower the shield,” Elizabeth said, hurrying down the stairs.
A man came hurtling through the gate, ducking the arrows flying all around him. “Raise the shield!” he bellowed; blood smeared the pristine floor.
The tell-tale iridescence of the shield covered the shimmering pool. Two thumps sounded - someone or something tried to get through, immediately terminating at the barrier.
Carson ran into the room, followed by a couple of his staff. Brendan and Rodney weren't far behind.
Glancing at the fallen projectiles, Elizabeth turned her attention to the man crouched on the floor. “Lieutenant, what happened?”
The soldier glanced at his CO with uncertainty. Brendan nodded, hoping that's what Sheppard would have done. “Ambush, ma'am,” Spivey said breathlessly. “Neighboring village.” Gasping, he tried to move away from Beckett's questing hands.
“Anyone else injured?” Brendan asked.
“Yes, sir. Corporal Rex went down first, then Major Lorne and Sergeant Reynolds were taken.”
“I thought the Binari were peaceful,” Rodney inquired.
Spivey watched Carson's hands flutter over the wound. “Thought we were trying to help Trinol get weapons.”
“A preemptive strike, then,” Brendan said, nodding. “Understandable.”
Standing, Carson shooed away everyone near the lieutenant. “I need to get my patient into surgery.”
“Surgery?” Spivey gasped. “But it's a scratch!”
As Carson glared, Brendan helped the soldier rise. “Sorry, kid. But I do have a question.”
“Yessir?”
“Was Major Lorne taken to the other village?”
Spivey thought carefully, then shook his head sadly. “Not sure, sir. They may be at the other village by now. Recommend recon in a cloaked 'jumper, sir."
Patting the man's shoulder, Brendan nodded firmly. “Noted, Lieutenant. You just let the Doc here take care of you.” He watched the gurney roll away, then turned to Elizabeth and a confused Rodney. “I can get a team together and get them back. Give me ten min--”
“No!” McKay exclaimed.
“You can't, Brendan,” Elizabeth said quietly. “If anything happens --”
Brendan put up his hands to stop them both. “I'm an agent of the U.S. Government. I have the second highest rating on the range with numerous weapons, and I am adaptable in the field. I have a photographic memory that allows me to remember the smallest of details in a matter of seconds.” The agent pointed toward the 'gate. “I can mount a rescue operation.”
Brow arched, Elizabeth crossed her arms. Taking a deep cleansing breath, she finally nodded. “Get your team together, Mister Dean. You have a go.” She narrowed her gaze. “Make sure you assign a pilot.”
“You bet, Doctor Weir.” Tapping his comm, Brendan winked at Rodney. “Ronon, Teyla. Meet me in Armory.” As he exited the gate room, he heard Rodney sputtering behind him.
Jogging ahead of Brendan, the scientist raised his hands. “Wait. Wait. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Very sure.”
“You... you can just assign someone to go. Tell them you're still grounded. Tell them -”
“McKay!” Brendan snapped, glaring at the other man. “Look, I know I'm not this super cool soldier John Sheppard is, but I seriously doubt he would sit back and let someone else man a rescue.”
Crossing his arms, Rodney snorted. “Well, I wouldn't say 'super cool' -”
“That's beside the point! He's the commander of this base, and I'm not gonna let him down.” Brendan broke into a jog toward the transporter. To his surprise, Rodney was right behind him.
“I'm going with you.”
“Great.”
“Between the two of you,” McKay said, stabbing the destination panel. “Something's bound to go wrong.”
“Are you always this negative before an offworld trip?”
Frowning, Rodney tilted his head. “Experience breeds pessimism, Agent Dean.”
oOoOoOo
Pulling up Sheppard's roster, Brendan closed his eyes. He could see notations the colonel had made beside names, ranking them in order of effectiveness in the field. “This is Sheppard. Kinney, Proctor, and Brant. Meet me in Armory.”
Entering the room, Brendan went immediately to a console, still impressed by things that operated by thought. He displayed the planet below, noting the settlements and their proximity. “This shouldn't be too hard.”
“Ha! Sheppard says the same thing every time. However, he only plans as he goes along.”
“I doubt that; Atlantis has way too much information and details to be unprepared. It's likely he does it without telling you.” Grinning, Brendan turned to his companion. “I mean, seriously, Atlantis gives him a surf report every morning. How cool is that?”
Sighing, Rodney shrugged into a tac vest. “You're probably right, but it's unlikely.” Staring off into the middle distance, the man allowed a smile to barely curve his lips. “Sheppard has this weird instinct that lets him come up with these insane solutions to impossible situations.”
“Maybe he should work for the NSA,” Brendan murmured, as his team filtered into the room.
oOoOoOo
Jogging into the 'jumper bay, Brendan was overwhelmed by information. Every piece of machinery greeted him warmly, aching to be taken through the stars. He staggered for a moment, feeling a hand catch him under his elbow. Ronon grunted as he released the appendage, smiling at Brendan's obvious discomfort.
“Are you well, Colonel?” Teyla smiled her understanding, compassionate smile. “I'm sure Elizabeth would not mind if you -”
“I'm fine.” Brendan sat gingerly in the co-pilot's chair. “Brant, you get to play pilot today.”
Puddlejumper Three surveyed the area under cloak. Brant flew the small vessel nervously, occasionally spying his CO who was riding shotgun. The colonel peered out of the window with such wonder and amazement, Brant had a feeling he was missing something. Instead of questioning anything, he faced forward, concentrating very hard on the course ahead.
With a moment's hesitation, Brendan waved a hand over the console. The HUD came up, the agent smiled, and pointed to an area of the display. The point of interest was furthest from the Binari settlement. The rival village was much smaller than Leader Trinol's settlement.
“Hmm. All right.” Brendan shifted around, eying McKay briefly. “This building has the highest concentration of people, so I'm guessing this is where Lorne and Reynolds are being held.”
“What's your plan, sir?” Kinney asked, checking his weapon.
Brendan swallowed, darting a glance at McKay, who nodded encouragingly. “I need you, Proctor, and Brant to circle back from here. There's only four people here right now. Think you can handle it?”
“Yessir!”
Turning to McKay, Brendan frowned. “You, McKay, are in charge of distractions.” He put up a hand to stall the protest. “This is going to be quick and dirty.”
“I'll let loose a drone, or something, I guess,” Rodney said, obviously trying not to sound disappointed.
“Good man,” Brendan said, smiling. “Ronon, Teyla you're with me. Let's move out.”
Switching places with the pilot, McKay lowered the hatch. As he watched the soldiers leave, Rodney mentally asked the 'jumper to upload his special program. It was his early warning system for disappearing colonels.
“Stay alive, Agent Dean,” Rodney murmured, summoning a drone. “And I may just forgive you for leaving me in the car.”
Firing the drone, he detonated it two miles above the village.
oOoOoOo
Brendan used the same signs he learned years ago, pleased that no one looked confused. He considered this a win. Remembering the layout, Brendan sent Ronon to the left, and Teyla to the right.
An explosion shook the small village, and Brendan kicked in the door. With Ronon on his six, the agent cum soldier aimed his weapon, maiming instead of killing. His plan had the desired effect; there was no need to further any misgivings. After all, it was a misunderstanding that started everything.
When all the village guards were writhing around or surrendering, Brendan lowered his weapon. Tapping his radio, he glared at the leader. “Proctor? Five by five?”
“Yessir. Five by five. We are headed in your direction.”
“Copy that. McKay stand down.”
“Fine. It's not like --”
Turning quickly away, Brendan growled into his com. “McKay!” Taking a deep breath, he set his shoulders. Loosely aiming his weapon, Brendan smiled menacingly at the leader. “Sorry to crash your party. Seems you have a couple of unwanted guests.”
“Who are you? Did Trinol send you?” The man spat on the ground. “As I suspected.”
Holding up a hand, Brendan stepped closer. “Look, pal, I understand you're upset. I would be too, believe me.”
“What do you know?” the man sneered. “You have not suffered two years of famine and drought and numerous cullings!”
“True.” Frowning, Brendan reclipped his weapon. “But we are only here to help. Trinol took a risk inviting us here, and he wanted to make sure we were trustworthy.”
The leader's angered expression faltered slightly; Brendan plowed ahead.
“Now I hate to break it to you, but your little raid made us a little nervous.” Tilting his head, Brendan heard Kinney and Proctor outside. “What's your name, pal?”
Lifting his chin, the man frowned. “Yarrel.”
“Well, Yarrel. I'd like my men back now. Then we'll talk about offering our services.”
Leader Yarrel straightened, curling his fists. “Why? So that you can finish us off? Never!” He reached for his pistol, and the sound of three P-90s and the whine of one seriously bad ass weapon greeted him.
“Settle down!” Raising one hand, Brendan rested his other hand on the butt of the sidearm in its holster. Sighing, the agent resisted the urge to scrub a hand over his face. “Listen. We would be happy to hear your side. But right now, my boss needs to know these men are out of danger.”
Frustration marred Yarrel's face. “Bring them,” he said quietly.
“What?” Another man yelled from across the room. “You cannot just let them bully you, Yarrel!”
“No one needs to die today,” Brendan warned. “And no one will if you let us all go home.”
Nodding, finally, Yarrel moved toward a door. “I will take you to them myself.”
Brendan jerked his chin toward the door. Amazingly, Brant and Proctor nodded, taking up position on either side of the door; Kinney casually walked the perimeter. Ronon and Teyla followed Brendan.
“This is wrong, Yarrel! And you know it!”
The leader sighed, exasperated. “Finn, please! I am tired of fighting. We will let them go, and pray that this does not reflect too badly on our people.” Casting a hopeful glance at the Lanteans.
“Well, I can't say it'll be forgotten, but since nobody's been badly hurt, I'll ask my superiors to go easy on ya.” Brendan winked, forgetting himself. Clearing his throat, he tried for a more authoritative tone. “We are, however, going to talk about your defense next time.”
“Why?” a voice sneered from behind. “So you can ambush us again?”
“Finn!” Yarrel sent an apologetic smile toward his visitors. “You must forgive his impetuousness, Colonel. While I applaud his cultural pride, I agree our defenses need improvement. He has yet to understand politics.”
Suddenly, everything The Judge ever taught him came rushing to the surface. Biting back laughter, Brendan shook his head. “Well, you know what they say... Youth is wasted on the young.”
Yarrel turned to him in surprise. “Well said, sir!” Fishing out a key, the man opened a barred door.
Lorne and Reynolds were hunched over a tray of hearty sandwiches.
“Hey, Colonel,” the major said with a smile, and a wave.
“Are we interrupting? We can come back after lunch.”
Reynolds immediately stood at attention. “Sorry, sir. We weren't sure -”
“Leave it, Sergeant,” Brendan replied mildly. “Let's go home, gentlemen.”
The two men hesitated; the sandwiches looked better than any on Atlantis. Suddenly, a stout woman swept into the room, placed the meal in a sack, and handed it to the soldiers.
“Tana, please. These men would like to go home.”
Dimpling, she nodded. “Well, I can't let them starve. Perhaps they have a long journey! There's enough there for all your men. Good day!”
“Thanks, ma'am!” Lorne grinned, cradling the sack. Marching past his CO, the major surveyed the rescue team. “Five people, sir? You mounted a rescue with five people?”
Ronon shrugged. “Six. Made McKay wait in the 'jumper.”
Lorne's brows bounced in surprise. “You didn't! You realize you, er, well, the colonel will never live this down.”
Trying not to cringe, Brendan chuckled. “I know.” Snatching the sack of sandwiches, he grinned. “It'll be a peace offering.”
Entering the small ship, each soldier found a seat. Brant sat in back, gladly relinquishing the pilot's chair to the scientist.
McKay began preflight, sighing. “You know --” A sack landed in his lap. “Ooh. Lunch. Wonderful.”
“Consolation prize, McKay. Lorne thought you'd like it.” Flopping down in the co-pilot's chair, Brendan rubbed his temple.
“All right, we'll be at Trinol's settlement in a few minutes.” McKay steered the vessel toward the mountains.
“What for?” Brendan murmured.
Confused, Rodney glanced at the agent. “We need to get Cororal Rex,” he said quietly.
“Right.” Brendan smiled wearily. It had been a very long time since he'd forgotten a detail as big as that.
I need to get home.
oOoOoOo
TBC... I promise not to wait too long!
Gemini: Flipside
Chapter One
oOoOoOo
“Unscheduled offworld activation!”
Elizabeth knew her good day would end at some point, just not so soon. Standing next to Chuck, she suddenly wished she could start the whole week over again. “Who is it?”
“Lieutenant Spivey, ma'am.”
“Lower the shield,” Elizabeth said, hurrying down the stairs.
A man came hurtling through the gate, ducking the arrows flying all around him. “Raise the shield!” he bellowed; blood smeared the pristine floor.
The tell-tale iridescence of the shield covered the shimmering pool. Two thumps sounded - someone or something tried to get through, immediately terminating at the barrier.
Carson ran into the room, followed by a couple of his staff. Brendan and Rodney weren't far behind.
Glancing at the fallen projectiles, Elizabeth turned her attention to the man crouched on the floor. “Lieutenant, what happened?”
The soldier glanced at his CO with uncertainty. Brendan nodded, hoping that's what Sheppard would have done. “Ambush, ma'am,” Spivey said breathlessly. “Neighboring village.” Gasping, he tried to move away from Beckett's questing hands.
“Anyone else injured?” Brendan asked.
“Yes, sir. Corporal Rex went down first, then Major Lorne and Sergeant Reynolds were taken.”
“I thought the Binari were peaceful,” Rodney inquired.
Spivey watched Carson's hands flutter over the wound. “Thought we were trying to help Trinol get weapons.”
“A preemptive strike, then,” Brendan said, nodding. “Understandable.”
Standing, Carson shooed away everyone near the lieutenant. “I need to get my patient into surgery.”
“Surgery?” Spivey gasped. “But it's a scratch!”
As Carson glared, Brendan helped the soldier rise. “Sorry, kid. But I do have a question.”
“Yessir?”
“Was Major Lorne taken to the other village?”
Spivey thought carefully, then shook his head sadly. “Not sure, sir. They may be at the other village by now. Recommend recon in a cloaked 'jumper, sir."
Patting the man's shoulder, Brendan nodded firmly. “Noted, Lieutenant. You just let the Doc here take care of you.” He watched the gurney roll away, then turned to Elizabeth and a confused Rodney. “I can get a team together and get them back. Give me ten min--”
“No!” McKay exclaimed.
“You can't, Brendan,” Elizabeth said quietly. “If anything happens --”
Brendan put up his hands to stop them both. “I'm an agent of the U.S. Government. I have the second highest rating on the range with numerous weapons, and I am adaptable in the field. I have a photographic memory that allows me to remember the smallest of details in a matter of seconds.” The agent pointed toward the 'gate. “I can mount a rescue operation.”
Brow arched, Elizabeth crossed her arms. Taking a deep cleansing breath, she finally nodded. “Get your team together, Mister Dean. You have a go.” She narrowed her gaze. “Make sure you assign a pilot.”
“You bet, Doctor Weir.” Tapping his comm, Brendan winked at Rodney. “Ronon, Teyla. Meet me in Armory.” As he exited the gate room, he heard Rodney sputtering behind him.
Jogging ahead of Brendan, the scientist raised his hands. “Wait. Wait. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Very sure.”
“You... you can just assign someone to go. Tell them you're still grounded. Tell them -”
“McKay!” Brendan snapped, glaring at the other man. “Look, I know I'm not this super cool soldier John Sheppard is, but I seriously doubt he would sit back and let someone else man a rescue.”
Crossing his arms, Rodney snorted. “Well, I wouldn't say 'super cool' -”
“That's beside the point! He's the commander of this base, and I'm not gonna let him down.” Brendan broke into a jog toward the transporter. To his surprise, Rodney was right behind him.
“I'm going with you.”
“Great.”
“Between the two of you,” McKay said, stabbing the destination panel. “Something's bound to go wrong.”
“Are you always this negative before an offworld trip?”
Frowning, Rodney tilted his head. “Experience breeds pessimism, Agent Dean.”
oOoOoOo
Pulling up Sheppard's roster, Brendan closed his eyes. He could see notations the colonel had made beside names, ranking them in order of effectiveness in the field. “This is Sheppard. Kinney, Proctor, and Brant. Meet me in Armory.”
Entering the room, Brendan went immediately to a console, still impressed by things that operated by thought. He displayed the planet below, noting the settlements and their proximity. “This shouldn't be too hard.”
“Ha! Sheppard says the same thing every time. However, he only plans as he goes along.”
“I doubt that; Atlantis has way too much information and details to be unprepared. It's likely he does it without telling you.” Grinning, Brendan turned to his companion. “I mean, seriously, Atlantis gives him a surf report every morning. How cool is that?”
Sighing, Rodney shrugged into a tac vest. “You're probably right, but it's unlikely.” Staring off into the middle distance, the man allowed a smile to barely curve his lips. “Sheppard has this weird instinct that lets him come up with these insane solutions to impossible situations.”
“Maybe he should work for the NSA,” Brendan murmured, as his team filtered into the room.
oOoOoOo
Jogging into the 'jumper bay, Brendan was overwhelmed by information. Every piece of machinery greeted him warmly, aching to be taken through the stars. He staggered for a moment, feeling a hand catch him under his elbow. Ronon grunted as he released the appendage, smiling at Brendan's obvious discomfort.
“Are you well, Colonel?” Teyla smiled her understanding, compassionate smile. “I'm sure Elizabeth would not mind if you -”
“I'm fine.” Brendan sat gingerly in the co-pilot's chair. “Brant, you get to play pilot today.”
Puddlejumper Three surveyed the area under cloak. Brant flew the small vessel nervously, occasionally spying his CO who was riding shotgun. The colonel peered out of the window with such wonder and amazement, Brant had a feeling he was missing something. Instead of questioning anything, he faced forward, concentrating very hard on the course ahead.
With a moment's hesitation, Brendan waved a hand over the console. The HUD came up, the agent smiled, and pointed to an area of the display. The point of interest was furthest from the Binari settlement. The rival village was much smaller than Leader Trinol's settlement.
“Hmm. All right.” Brendan shifted around, eying McKay briefly. “This building has the highest concentration of people, so I'm guessing this is where Lorne and Reynolds are being held.”
“What's your plan, sir?” Kinney asked, checking his weapon.
Brendan swallowed, darting a glance at McKay, who nodded encouragingly. “I need you, Proctor, and Brant to circle back from here. There's only four people here right now. Think you can handle it?”
“Yessir!”
Turning to McKay, Brendan frowned. “You, McKay, are in charge of distractions.” He put up a hand to stall the protest. “This is going to be quick and dirty.”
“I'll let loose a drone, or something, I guess,” Rodney said, obviously trying not to sound disappointed.
“Good man,” Brendan said, smiling. “Ronon, Teyla you're with me. Let's move out.”
Switching places with the pilot, McKay lowered the hatch. As he watched the soldiers leave, Rodney mentally asked the 'jumper to upload his special program. It was his early warning system for disappearing colonels.
“Stay alive, Agent Dean,” Rodney murmured, summoning a drone. “And I may just forgive you for leaving me in the car.”
Firing the drone, he detonated it two miles above the village.
oOoOoOo
Brendan used the same signs he learned years ago, pleased that no one looked confused. He considered this a win. Remembering the layout, Brendan sent Ronon to the left, and Teyla to the right.
An explosion shook the small village, and Brendan kicked in the door. With Ronon on his six, the agent cum soldier aimed his weapon, maiming instead of killing. His plan had the desired effect; there was no need to further any misgivings. After all, it was a misunderstanding that started everything.
When all the village guards were writhing around or surrendering, Brendan lowered his weapon. Tapping his radio, he glared at the leader. “Proctor? Five by five?”
“Yessir. Five by five. We are headed in your direction.”
“Copy that. McKay stand down.”
“Fine. It's not like --”
Turning quickly away, Brendan growled into his com. “McKay!” Taking a deep breath, he set his shoulders. Loosely aiming his weapon, Brendan smiled menacingly at the leader. “Sorry to crash your party. Seems you have a couple of unwanted guests.”
“Who are you? Did Trinol send you?” The man spat on the ground. “As I suspected.”
Holding up a hand, Brendan stepped closer. “Look, pal, I understand you're upset. I would be too, believe me.”
“What do you know?” the man sneered. “You have not suffered two years of famine and drought and numerous cullings!”
“True.” Frowning, Brendan reclipped his weapon. “But we are only here to help. Trinol took a risk inviting us here, and he wanted to make sure we were trustworthy.”
The leader's angered expression faltered slightly; Brendan plowed ahead.
“Now I hate to break it to you, but your little raid made us a little nervous.” Tilting his head, Brendan heard Kinney and Proctor outside. “What's your name, pal?”
Lifting his chin, the man frowned. “Yarrel.”
“Well, Yarrel. I'd like my men back now. Then we'll talk about offering our services.”
Leader Yarrel straightened, curling his fists. “Why? So that you can finish us off? Never!” He reached for his pistol, and the sound of three P-90s and the whine of one seriously bad ass weapon greeted him.
“Settle down!” Raising one hand, Brendan rested his other hand on the butt of the sidearm in its holster. Sighing, the agent resisted the urge to scrub a hand over his face. “Listen. We would be happy to hear your side. But right now, my boss needs to know these men are out of danger.”
Frustration marred Yarrel's face. “Bring them,” he said quietly.
“What?” Another man yelled from across the room. “You cannot just let them bully you, Yarrel!”
“No one needs to die today,” Brendan warned. “And no one will if you let us all go home.”
Nodding, finally, Yarrel moved toward a door. “I will take you to them myself.”
Brendan jerked his chin toward the door. Amazingly, Brant and Proctor nodded, taking up position on either side of the door; Kinney casually walked the perimeter. Ronon and Teyla followed Brendan.
“This is wrong, Yarrel! And you know it!”
The leader sighed, exasperated. “Finn, please! I am tired of fighting. We will let them go, and pray that this does not reflect too badly on our people.” Casting a hopeful glance at the Lanteans.
“Well, I can't say it'll be forgotten, but since nobody's been badly hurt, I'll ask my superiors to go easy on ya.” Brendan winked, forgetting himself. Clearing his throat, he tried for a more authoritative tone. “We are, however, going to talk about your defense next time.”
“Why?” a voice sneered from behind. “So you can ambush us again?”
“Finn!” Yarrel sent an apologetic smile toward his visitors. “You must forgive his impetuousness, Colonel. While I applaud his cultural pride, I agree our defenses need improvement. He has yet to understand politics.”
Suddenly, everything The Judge ever taught him came rushing to the surface. Biting back laughter, Brendan shook his head. “Well, you know what they say... Youth is wasted on the young.”
Yarrel turned to him in surprise. “Well said, sir!” Fishing out a key, the man opened a barred door.
Lorne and Reynolds were hunched over a tray of hearty sandwiches.
“Hey, Colonel,” the major said with a smile, and a wave.
“Are we interrupting? We can come back after lunch.”
Reynolds immediately stood at attention. “Sorry, sir. We weren't sure -”
“Leave it, Sergeant,” Brendan replied mildly. “Let's go home, gentlemen.”
The two men hesitated; the sandwiches looked better than any on Atlantis. Suddenly, a stout woman swept into the room, placed the meal in a sack, and handed it to the soldiers.
“Tana, please. These men would like to go home.”
Dimpling, she nodded. “Well, I can't let them starve. Perhaps they have a long journey! There's enough there for all your men. Good day!”
“Thanks, ma'am!” Lorne grinned, cradling the sack. Marching past his CO, the major surveyed the rescue team. “Five people, sir? You mounted a rescue with five people?”
Ronon shrugged. “Six. Made McKay wait in the 'jumper.”
Lorne's brows bounced in surprise. “You didn't! You realize you, er, well, the colonel will never live this down.”
Trying not to cringe, Brendan chuckled. “I know.” Snatching the sack of sandwiches, he grinned. “It'll be a peace offering.”
Entering the small ship, each soldier found a seat. Brant sat in back, gladly relinquishing the pilot's chair to the scientist.
McKay began preflight, sighing. “You know --” A sack landed in his lap. “Ooh. Lunch. Wonderful.”
“Consolation prize, McKay. Lorne thought you'd like it.” Flopping down in the co-pilot's chair, Brendan rubbed his temple.
“All right, we'll be at Trinol's settlement in a few minutes.” McKay steered the vessel toward the mountains.
“What for?” Brendan murmured.
Confused, Rodney glanced at the agent. “We need to get Cororal Rex,” he said quietly.
“Right.” Brendan smiled wearily. It had been a very long time since he'd forgotten a detail as big as that.
I need to get home.
oOoOoOo
TBC... I promise not to wait too long!