Another unexpected visitor shatters the calm of the city...and his appearance brings out Carter's dark side.
A new character is added, Steven (Cisco) Carter. I see Gerard Butler in the role, mainly because he projects the attitude I wanted, and has a kewl accent...
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Confirming Carter3 Changes02
The Next Day
Interior-Gateroom
0650 Hours
The vortex burst from the gate, consuming the makeshift pyre they had put up, along with the body. As the vortex receded, a man stepped from the gate.
"Whore!" He shouted, his face twisting into a mask of rage as he drew a handgun, pointing it at Carter as he began firing.
"Don't kill him, we need him alive." Tammy shouted as she pushed Sam to the floor, covering her body with her own. Her hand pawed at the personal shield as they tumbled off the platform.
Ronin stepped forward, his own gun whining as he set it to stun. Weapons fire sounded from all around him as the marines opened up on the man. Walking forward slowly, he fired again and again, not taking his eyes off the man until he lay limp on the floor.
"Are you and the colonel okay, Tammy?" He called, glancing over at where he had last seen them. He kicked the body lying on the floor in front of him, rolling it over. He kept his gun trained on it the whole time.
"I...I took a hit...I couldn't get my shield up. Sam...Sam's okay." Tammy panted, rolling off of Sam onto the floor.
"You're hit?" Sam cried out as she scrambled to her knees beside her. "Where, baby? Oh god." she moaned as she saw blood soaking Tammy's vest, just above her waist.
"I need a med team in here right now!" She shouted as she ripped Tammy's vest open, and felt around the wound. She looked up at the marine closest to her. "I mean now, goddamn it! Move!"
"They're on the way, colonel. They'll be here in two minutes." He said calmly, pushing her aside as he knelt beside her, then pulled a battle dressing from his flak jacket and tore it open. "Roll her toward me so I can get this on the wound." He said as he shook it out, then pressed it to her side, applying pressure.
"What's your name?" She asked him as she sat back on her heels, watching him work.
"Carter, ma'am. Steven Carter." He said. "No relation."
"Did you shoot at him?" She asked.
"Two hits. Hip and thigh." He said as he lifted the dressing and looked at the wound. He smiled as he glanced over at her. "In and out, it just grazed her." His face got hard again and he added, "I'm sorry ma'am, I had to pull low when she yelled not to kill him. That let him get off more shots."
"You did your job. Thank you." She said softly, leaning over and kissing him lightly on the cheek.
"I'm sorry, Sam." Tammy groaned, trying to sit up. "I should have had the shield on. Thank god you did."
"I know, he scored two hits on me, both center chest."
"Oh god." Tammy gasped, tears rolling down her face.
"It's ok, baby. We're both gonna be okay." She said softly, brushing her hair away from her face.
She looked up at Ronin as he stood over the man's body. "Is he alive, Ronin?"
"He's alive. How's Tammy?"
"Flesh wound. It looks like it just grazed her."
He nodded, his face clouding up with anger. "What do you want me to do with this?" He asked, kicking the man as he began to stir.
"Take him to detention. I'll be with you as soon as I can." She said as the med team came up behind her. "I want to know what's the hell is going on, but there's something I have to do first."
"Carter." She said, looking back over her shoulder as she strode across the gateroom. "You and your squad, on me."
* * * * *
Sgt. Carter stood with his back to her as he waited at the door to her office. Sam was at her desk, going through the logs of the STM bridge. Her face paled as she saw the entries in the logs matched the gate events. There was no doubt that it was the bridge that was causing all this.
She got up, and moving quickly, she pushed past Carter and went into the kitchen, digging in drawers for the biggest knife she could find. She ran the blade across the back of her arm to test the edge.
"Colonel?" Carter said softly behind her.
"What?" She grunted as she pulled open another drawer, looking for a whetstone.
"If you want that knife for what I think you do..."
"Shut up marine." She grunted, looking back over her shoulder at him. She stopped, then turned around when she saw what he was holding in his hand.
"This'll do a better job for what you have in mind than anything you have in here." He said quietly, holding his fighting knife out to her, butt first.
"Bowie. Not standard issue." She said as she took it and turned it in her hand. She smiled at him, then turned and walked out of the kitchen. "Come on. I'm going to ask that asshole some questions."
* * * * *
"He's not going to last long if we don't get someone to look at him." Ronin said as she walked into the detention center.
"He doesn't have to." Sam grunted as she stared at the man in the cell. He was kneeling, bound hand and foot. A short piece of wood spread his knees apart, and a long pole ran up his back to keep him upright. "Open the door."
"Are you sure?" Ronin asked, then hit the control as she glared at him over her shoulder.
"Who are you?" She asked the man as she backhanded him in the face with the butt of the bowie knife, knocking him backward and making him topple to one side.
Stepping over him, she grabbed him by the hair and jerked him up, getting him settled back on his knees.
"Who are you?" She asked again. She drew the knife back, getting ready for another swing.
"Sulan Qint, Knight of Atlantis." He shouted at her. He spat a mouthful of blood at her. "But you know that, you witch whore! I served you faithfully before you betrayed us!"
"Who wants us dead? And why." She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "And if you call me whore again, I'll cut your balls off and let you wear them for earrings."
"It doesn't matter what you do to me, witch." He grunted, staring up at her. "The Dorquan will see you dead before this is through. Your demon spawn as well."
"Who is this Dorquan, and why does he want us dead?" She asked as she squatted in front of him and dug the blade of the knife into one of the wounds on his leg.
Qint screamed, and she pulled the blade back and stood up. "I asked you a question. Who and why. Tell me, or I start cutting off pieces."