‘Give me one good reason why we should keep you on our payroll?’ the man in the pale-grey suit asked Robert Kinsey, who shifted uneasily on the uncomfortable, straight-backed chair.
Things are beginning to happen but there are more questions than answers at the moment.
John stretched languidly, glad the pain in his thigh and arm no longer made him want to cry. Being a Sentinel with a high-level Guide was the best as Rodney was able to help him get his pain under control just by using his mind.
Daniel was the first to admit he didn’t pay much attention to what was happening around him. And if someone had informed him Captain Samantha Carter was due back in Stargate Command that day, he was pretty sure he’d’ve remembered it.
John knew a considerable amount of time had passed when he finally awoke, although he remembered fragments of overwhelming pain interspaced with darkness.
John groaned out loud as he woke. He’d obviously shifted in his sleep onto one of his numerous cuts and bruises, and, goddamnit, they hurt. At this point, he wasn’t sure if there was an inch of his skin that didn’t hurt.
What if high-level Guide Rodney McKay didn’t go to Russia as ordered to by General Hammond in ’48 Hours’? What if he went somewhere else instead?