Teamed up with SG-4's XO, Sister Helena followed closely behind Will. They practically sprinted through the first passageway, and in the rush, Helena lost her veil and the Alice band that held it in place. “Horse hockey!” she exclaimed, quickly tying her long hair up as best she could while trying to keep up. Will glanced at her, hiding a grin; he knew exactly what she might have said.
They weren't exactly avoiding the battle; almost every passage and corridor had some engagement, small or large. Helena commented on the size of the station and asked twice how far they had to go. After ducking two fights and then another, they paused to catch their breath. “We need to get to the next elevator, hopefully,” Will said, his voice strained. “The first two, as you saw, were barred to us. Hopefully…”
As they moved cautiously through the station, they suddenly encountered three of Hallam's people; a mix of male and female, clearly rogue Lucian Alliance members. The confrontation was swift. Will and Helena took them down with precision, using their Zats to stun them into unconsciousness.
“Quick, tie them up,” Will instructed, pulling cable ties from his pack. Helena secured their hands and feet while Will used bandages from his medic kit to gag them. “We can't have them alerting the others,” he explained.
Helena nodded, her hands trembling slightly from the adrenaline. “Do you think there are more of them?”
“Definitely,” Will replied, his voice steady. “But we can't worry about that now. We need to keep moving.”
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They continued towards the elevator, the tension palpable. “You handled yourself well back there,” Will said, glancing at Helena.
“Thanks,” she replied, her voice a mix of nerves and determination. “I just hope we can get to the chair room in time.”
“We will,” Will assured her. “We have to.” They continued towards their goal. He paused as they reached a third elevator. Instinctively, he grabbed her hand, not having time to apologize.
“We're currently on level six,” he told her as they stepped into the confined elevator box. Helena moved closer to him.
“Down to twelve, a short passage dead ahead, then we turn left, and it's thirty meters in front of us.” Anxiously, they watched the red numbers of the floors count down. “You can't see the door. There are few of us in Stargate Command who can find it and open it. SG-4 and SG-3 are essentially the chair guardians. The others are the commander of this station, General O'Neill—yes, I know he's retired,” he added quickly, seeing her questioning look. “General Sheppard and Doctor Beckett.” The reasons would seem obvious if Helena knew who all those people were. The elevator stopped, and Will held the door close button for a moment. “Ready?” he asked, his voice tense.
Helena nodded, her heart pounding. The doors opened, and Will quickly closed them again.
Helena gulped. She saw what Will saw: ten to twelve hostiles in the very passageway they had to pass through. Will was already on the radio. “Sierra Golf Delta, Sierra Golf Delta, this is Troy. We have ten, maybe a dozen hostiles in corridor kilo. Can't risk a firefight without backup, do you copy?”
“Won't Hallam's people hear the call, Major?” Helena asked, her time with Stargate Command and the NID teaching her that often the enemy could tune into their broadcasts.
“No. This is a scrambled frequency. They might think they can hack it, but all they'll get is static.”
