Chris Wraight - Dead end

OK, remind me again why I agreed to come down here with you?

Lt Col Sheppard was not in a good mood. Introducing Ronon to poker last night had been a good idea; introducing him to bourbon had not. The Satedan could put away a phenomenal amount of the stuff without even blinking. Sheppards aching head, on the other hand, was witness that its effects on human physiology were the same as they had always been. The last thing he needed now was a morning with McKay at his most irascible.

Because your devotion to duty knows no bounds, and I need your impeccable scientific credentials, said McKay. That, or Zelenkas laid-up sick and youre the next best thing. And you never know when that ATA gene will come in handy.

Sheppard scowled and ran his fingers over his throbbing forehead. There were times when, despite all the provocation, he actually liked McKay. This was not one of them. He looked back at the four-strong team of marines stationed a few yards away in the corridor. They looked faintly sympathetic.

Itd better be important, Sheppard growled, turning his attention back to the scientist. He was working away at the dismantled Ancient computer panel. If you dont get this open in ten minutes, Im outta here.

McKay turned around to face him, irritation written all over his face. Oh, like what? he snapped. Whats more important than finally getting to the bottom of this place? I mean, you might be happy spending your time in a city where we only understand half of what anything does, where the power ratios fluctuate every time Ronon sneezes, and where the machinery we do know about could fry the lot of us in a nanosecond if we happen to flick the wrong switch. Forgive me, but Im not.

Sheppard gave him a warning look. McKay might technically be out of his chain of command, but there was a limit to how much crap hed put up with.

And your time is, of course, most appreciated, said McKay, taking the hint. Im almost done. Just a few more moments.

Sheppard gave a curt nod. The movement hurt his head. Make it quick.

The two men were deep in the bowels of the Ancient city. After their last prolonged battle against the Wraith, a rare window of opportunity had opened. For once, scientific research had taken priority over survival and the civilian staff were making the most of it. Not that Sheppard minded that. It felt like theyd been high-tailing it from one crisis to another ever since arriving in the Pegasus galaxy. If the price of a little peace was making McKay even more insufferable than usual, it was probably still worth paying. In any case, they all knew the lull was only temporary.

Rodney turned back to his work. There were Ancient devices all over the polished floor, some retrieved from other parts of the city, some taken from the hole in the wall McKay was investigating. The gadgets, all of which were more or less meaningless to Sheppard, were mixed up with McKays own equipment: oscilloscopes, signal processors, metal detectors, and Venusian death-rays. OK, so the last one was probably made up. But knowing McKay, only probably.

This place has been out of action for a long time, came McKays muffled voice from halfway inside the wall cavity. I dont think its been shielded for any particular reason. Its just that the systems have malfunctioned and the access doors have locked down.

Reassuring, said Sheppard, watching McKay fiddle with electronics behind the open panel. Wires and transparent circuit boards poked from the gap like entrails. Like these places have never been wired before.

Bitter experience had taught the team to be very careful with unexplored parts of the city. Hence the marines. From the looks on their faces, it was clear they didnt relish being down here any more than he did.

Ha! cried McKay. Thats it. The field harmonics have distorted due to the burnt-out intake manifold. I thought it must be something like that.

Yeah, me too. Suppose you tell me what that means?

To his right, there was suddenly a low hiss. The marines perked up, and raised their weapons. With a click and a sigh, an entire section of wall slid smoothly back and upwards. What had been a blank, unremarkable section of corridor now revealed a second chamber. McKay pulled himself out of the mess of cables and circuitry, looking smug.

It means, Colonel, that Ive got us in, he said. Whatever delights have been hidden in here for 10,000 years are about to be revealed.

Not so fast, said Sheppard, hefting his P90 and gesturing to the marines to back him up. Well take this nice and slow.

With the marines behind him, Sheppard inched towards the open doorway. The room beyond was about ten meters in diameter and octagonal in shape. The usual geometric Ancient patterning stretched across all of the eight walls. A low light filtered upwards from wells near the floor, bathing the space in a dim orange. Like most of the rooms in the city, there was a minimum of clutter. The Ancients had never been ones for fussy interior decor. The only item of note was a raised column in the very center, perhaps three feet tall. It was also octagonal, and a selection of symbols glowed gently on its smooth top. It looked like a control panel.

Sheppard could hear McKay itching to come in, but the Colonel was in no hurry. His headache was still bad, and the scientist would have to wait. With a flick of his fingers, he motioned for the marines to fan out and check for anything untoward. With a cool efficiency, they began to sweep the walls. Sheppard walked over to the far wall, scouring the patterned surface for clues to the rooms function.

Oh, come on! cried McKay impatiently from the corridor outside. Its a minor control chamber of some sort. You dont need to

There was a muffled explosion. The orange light flickered and a warning klaxon began to wail. Slowly, the central column started to sink into the floor.

Get out! yelled Sheppard, darting back towards the door. The marines tore across the chamber. He just had time to see the last of his men slip through the gap before the wall section slammed shut in front of him. He was trapped inside. The klaxon continued to blare. Within the enclosed space, the noise echoed alarmingly. The central column carried on sinking into the ground.

Rodney! he shouted. Wanna tell me whats going on?

From the far side of the wall, McKays voice sounded faint and indistinct. I dont know! he yelled. One of your men must have set something off!

Sheppard slammed his fist against the doors in frustration, then took a breath. Whatever was happening in the chamber was happening quickly; the column was now barely a foot above ground level and he ran over to it. There were Ancient symbols on the surface, still glowing, and the thing looked a lot like a DHD. But if there was a DHD, where was the gate? He looked up at the ceiling. Nothing. The column continued to descend, the klaxon continued to blare.

Rodney, get this thing the hell open!

Trying, Colonel! came the muffled response. It seems to have gone into some kind of shutdown sequence! Im working on it!

That was not reassuring. Sheppard stepped back from the column, now nearly flush with the floor, and looked around. Thats when he noticed the ceiling was sinking.

Oh, great, he breathed, watching the rapidly descending arches.

He raised his P90, but the gesture was pointless. For once, it couldnt save him.

Losing headroom in here, Rodney

He thought he heard a curse coming from the far side of the door. Sheppard dropped to his knees next to the sunken column. Nothing happened to the klaxon, nor to the slowly descending roof. The control panel surface was now level with the floor, and the glow had disappeared. The six Ancient symbols were still visible. Frantically, Sheppard pressed them in turn. Nothing. He tried in reverse order. Still nothing. He glanced up the ceiling was now just a few centimeters from his head and sank to his belly, letting his weapon clatter to the floor.