Stargate Homeworld: Breaking Point

In some ways, having your husband in a position to give all kinds of intel information about team members and missions was a bit evil and nosy. But today, Katrina was thankful Robert gave her some information that might save their lives. Wearing torn jeans, a black Chuck Norris T-shirt, navy sweat jacket with a few holes, and a black baseball cap with the Detroit Tigers “D” embroidered on the front; the former medic stood behind some dumpster watching her teammate being beaten up. Adam could handle himself, but the urge to run to his aide was all but overcoming to the Major. It was the silent step of another coming up from behind that gave Walker and shivers down the spine. A voice spoke softly but with command. ”Put your hands where I can see them and turn around slowly.” Katrina obeyed the female voice and slowly turned around placing her hands in the air. The female again spoke. ”What are you doing here and why are you chasing that man?” Katrina was ready to sweep the female’s legs quickly from underneath and pin her down. It was an exercise her husband spent countless hours for Kat to perfect for her own safety. He had been showing her different techniques to add to the array of crap she had already come to know from being a well trained Ori operative back on Delta. But, Katrina was going to do any sweeping today. It was thankful for the intel Robert had given her, because the woman standing before her was a comrade and teammate for this mission, Lieutenant Junior Grade Shannon Meyers.

Closing her eyes in relief, Katrina put her hands down and lowered placing her hands on her knees. Looking back up, she saw the young tall woman about to attack. ”Wait! Shannon Meyers, let me introduce myself before we have a confrontation we’ll both be regretting.” Shannon stopped but only for a moment, looking at this other female with intent inquisition. ”How in the hell do you know my name?”

Katrina smiled softly, or attempted to. "I am Major Katrina Logan your superior officer and I’m watching over Adam’s moves so he doesn’t get his ass killed. He can be one stubborn man you know.” Wait, she knows Adam? Hmm, ok but I’m not totally convinced. Katrina stood back up hands midway up in the air turning one step to the right. ”In my pocket is my ID. It’s fake to protect our identity for the Stargate Program. You should know who I am from the academy Shannon. I’m the medical officer you reported to for your yearly physicals."  

Shannon looked again the Major under the bridge of the cap. Her eyes went from inquisition to relief when finally recognizing the other female. Shoulders fell in relaxation. ”Major, I’m so sorry. Why aren’t you helping him? Oh wait, we’re talking about Collier here, the man who needs no help.” Both women crouched behind the dumpster continuing to watch the fight unfold. ”Yes, you were assigned to his team once so you know that he can also handle himself. There’s only 3 of them.” spoke the Major. Shannon gave a sly grin responding, ”I’ve seen him take down 10 at a time. But stubborn isn’t the word I would choose.”

Both women gave a slight giggle but continued to survey the situation. When Adam finally made his way inside, both women looked at each other. Shannon awaited orders obeying and respecting the senior officer. ”Should we follow him?” Katrina looked to Shannon. ”We’re to observe for a minute and see.” She pointed to her ear with a smile headphone attached. ”Oh good, let’s just hope he’s not bait for something bigger.” Shannon was worried about Adam. No matter what rumor mills were circling about his personal life, Shannon still cared about him, more than she should. Damn that Beck for putting that in her heart. Katrina nodded in agreement to Shannon’s sarcastic remark and tried listening in on whatever was going on behind that closed door.

Lincoln's first team turned out to be his first real leadership position. Sure he had led a strike team before and he had been in charge of security before but this was different. They were thrown into a life or death situation and he had been chosen to lead the ground team on the hunt for some terrorist known as the 'Ice Queen'. From the intel gathered no one knew who she was or what she was up to but whatever it was, it was bad. Lincoln had been brought into the loop rather quickly and he received a message from this alleged Ice Queen only days after he was transferred to Stargate Homeworld. What a wonderful welcome present, right?

As he kept his gaze on the few monitors they had set up in the van he crossed his arms over his chest. So far all of the information the techs at Command were finding was being sent straight to them and the team was meant to do something more with it. Right now it was uncertain just how much time they had before she would go missing once again. "I want any information on this woman sent to my tablet." He called out as he looked over the most recent update. The security feed for the area was fed through to the monitors around the van and he spotted their man.

His team member, Adam Collier, and one of the other kids of Homeworld, a Nicholas Syaira. Lincoln tapped his earpiece after clearing his throat. "Major," He spoke through it, to a Miss Katrina Walker, "Keep your eyes on our man and relay any information back to me."

Soon after Lincoln went silent the radio crackled again. "I've got eyes on him, sir." Lucas spoke up, his finger hovering over the trigger of the sniper rifle he had set up on the rooftop across from the safehouse. He was on guard duty and was probably one of the best shots at Homeworld Command. It was his job to make sure that no harm came to Adam, Katrina, or Shannon and so far, so good. He was in prone position, his grip on his rifle remained tight as he peered through the scope. He could see all four of their people and he was beginning to wonder what exactly was going on. Adam's cover couldn't be blown, nor could Nick's. "Waiting on your mark, sir."

"Not yet, Saint, Sly can handle this."

Lucas pressed his lips together in frustration. Sitting and waiting was exactly his favorite thing in the world to do but he wasn't about to go against a direct order. He shifted his attention from Adam and Nick to the two girls that weren't far off. So far, so good. No matter what happened their team would be safe, Lucas knew that. They were only just outside of the safehouse.

All they needed now was for a clown to come dancing, in playing a ukulele and giggling to make the scene slightly more frustrating.

Free from the bindings now, Adam jumped to his feet, running a hand over the top of his head and through his hair.  Moving to the metal staircase that led to the upper floor, the Lieutenant looked out the window and squinted at the rooftop across the way, knowing one of the team would be on overwatch at the end of the scope.  Composing himself before turning back to Alavair and Nicholas, the Special Forces operator spoke aloud to Leah, "No disrespect, sir, but whiskey tango foxtrot?"  Then he shoots a look to Nicholas, and continues, "I'm guessing you were improvising, because you weren't supposed to be here for this."  Sighing loudly, Collier shook his head slightly and said, "Never mind."

Glancing down at the bad guys, Adam said, "Looks like we'll have to do this the old-fashioned way.  Is the rest of the team ready to move our gear in?"  The safehouse had been chosen based on it, ironically, not being very safe at all.  It turned out that the Lucian Alliance had infiltrated a street gang here in St. Louis and used the gang's structure to solidify a hold in the region.  While the reasoning behind all of this was still up in the air, recent intelligence had confirmed a known agent of the shadow organization meeting with the Lucian Alliance operatives here in the city.  Said agent had been one of the men in the room prior to the take-down by Alavair.

"Our options may be more limited, but it's not a total game-changer," Adam shifted gears with the conversation and stated.  While not exactly chaotic, the previous scene could have gone considerably worse.  Clearly someone had screwed up in briefing everyone out in the field, since their respective roles had been confused somewhere along the way.

Hearing the radio chatter, Adam stepped outside the door to grab some fresh air, spotting Katrina and Shannon approaching and managing a grin, "Well ... that was fun."