Re: 35 East WackeregyptiansoldierNovember 20 2008, 02:41:27 UTC
Daniel rather hastily parks the borrowed truck near the curb of 35 East Wacker, where the Chicago police have set up a perimeter to prevent clueless civilians from wandering into the danger zone. One of the officers looks up sharply at him as he approaches, and his face quickly shifts into alarm when he notices the Kevlar vest and multiple firearms. "Stop right there!" he shouts, drawing his gun and pointing it at Daniel's head. Daniel stops, keeping his hands away from the P90 on its strap around his neck and the Desert Eagle on his thigh holster, and stomps down on his impatience. He's just doing his job, as are all the other police officers who have decided pointing guns are a good idea. But right now their job is delaying his job, and at least he has a clue what's going on.
"Identify yourself immediately or we will open fire," the officer warns, sounding stressed.
Oh, if only you knew. "General Daniel Jackson, Egyptian Armed Forces," Daniel says, bringing out the General voice and looking the man straight in the eye. "I work with Torchwood. They sent me to disarm the bomb." Slowly, he raises one hand and offeres his military ID to the other man. Technically he doesn't exist in this universe, but who the hell is going to bother to check for legitimacy right now?
The officer looks at him suspiciously, but his expression changes a smidgen when he sees the authentic military ID. Reluctantly, he lowers his gun, still keeping a slightly wary eye on Daniel but clearly impressed despite himself. "I'm Officer Johnston. Your organization's call was a little vague; I have five men inside looking for the bomb's location."
"Recall them," Daniel orders, stepping towards the building. "Get all of your men at least a hundred feet away from the building, and do not come back inside under any circumstances. Even if it sounds like the whole building is coming down." And then, despite Johnston's sputtering protests and outrage and confusion, Daniel enters 35 East Wacker.
He passes the police officers on the way up to the roof, but apparently Johnston radios them with at least part of the story, because they make no attempt to stop him. He finds himself on the roof, scanning rapidly for anything vaguely bomb-like. And there it is, sitting next to an access door, looking like no bomb that he's ever seen in his life.
He crouches down to look more closely at it, but given the warnings Owen brought back... it seems very unlikely that he'll come up with a way to disable it without setting it off, if it's one of those, and he would really rather not eat a face full of neurotoxin or whatever today. And shooting it would just be a colossally stupid move all around. So there's really only one thing he can think of to do about it, which may not be all that smart either, but there's not much else for it and he's kind of on a tight schedule.
Just focus. You can do this. Narrowing his eyes at it and stepping back slightly, he funnels almost all of that odd nebulous energy on the odd looking bomb and imagines it squeezing in on itself, collapsing into a tiny dot of God knows what. Visibly, the small bits of debris around it start to quiver and slowly roll towards it, picking up speed as they go until the air abruptly warps, giving birth to a sucking vortex that starts to tear up bits of the roof around him and slamming them together in a rapidly contracting ball of something that hurts to even look at.
The teleport takes Thane up onto the second tier of the staggered roofs, higher ground by far. Anyone shooting up at him would be shooting almost directly up, while he-
That's a gravitational effect graveticanomaly RIP THE PLANET INSIDE-OUT THAT'S WHAT TO DO that's the ONLY THING to do god why am i hearing them screaming
-he's in a perfect position to-
I can feel it i can feel it pulling me down if I just concentrate if I just shoot
-GodDAMNit!
He gets a bead on Daniel and pulls the trigger, but the bullet whips away into the gravity well. He doesn't have to be able to see it. He knew it would happen and should have compensated, should have weighed the twisting of space twisting of lives, all those lives and then nothing, the silence, was his home that silent like it never was never like
He jerks the barrel, puts Daniel between the sights and singularity, counts on-
this is it this is it it's the end of everything everything ends in fire it's ending i'm ending i'm
He doesn't know if he pulls the trigger or not. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters but getting OUT, and he activates a teleport which takes him screaming to extract coordinates.
That bomb's a bust. It's fine because that wasn't the Doctor. It can burn because that wasn't the Doctor.
Daniel can hardly hear a thing over the roaring of the miniature singularity as it hungrily devours everything nearby, and for a fleeting moment he wonders just how stable this building will be by the time he's through. And then there's a bullet whizzing past his head, eaten up by the black hole that's raging to go out of control and suck down the entire building but he can't stop, can't turn around and look because then it really would and he's just barely holding on as it is.
He can't tell if there's enough matter to compact around the bomb, but he has little choice. He slams down on the energy, choking it off and struggling to hold on as it wavers and roars in his ears, and finally the gravity well burbles to a stop. His hands are shaking by the time he manages to get a grip on his P90, but when he looks around, there's no one to be seen and no one is shooting at him. He waits several long moments, scanning the nearby rooftops and any other vantage points nearby, but there's nothing. Thane - because he can't believe someone else would coincidentally be taking potshots at him right now - is clearly gone, God knows why, and he seriously hopes it isn't because he's found a better target.
It's only then that he realizes that he's bleeding from the nose from the sheer effort of holding the gravity well, as well as dozens of small cuts on his arms and face from flying debris, with a super-dense ball of something at his feet. Most of the outside layers of the roof have been stripped away and the entire thing sags worryingly under his boots, but there's no sign of imminent death via bomb, so it must have worked. He hopes, anyway.
He leaves the bomb-ball there - it's far too heavy to lift, despite its size - and makes his way back down to ground level.
"Identify yourself immediately or we will open fire," the officer warns, sounding stressed.
Oh, if only you knew. "General Daniel Jackson, Egyptian Armed Forces," Daniel says, bringing out the General voice and looking the man straight in the eye. "I work with Torchwood. They sent me to disarm the bomb." Slowly, he raises one hand and offeres his military ID to the other man. Technically he doesn't exist in this universe, but who the hell is going to bother to check for legitimacy right now?
The officer looks at him suspiciously, but his expression changes a smidgen when he sees the authentic military ID. Reluctantly, he lowers his gun, still keeping a slightly wary eye on Daniel but clearly impressed despite himself. "I'm Officer Johnston. Your organization's call was a little vague; I have five men inside looking for the bomb's location."
"Recall them," Daniel orders, stepping towards the building. "Get all of your men at least a hundred feet away from the building, and do not come back inside under any circumstances. Even if it sounds like the whole building is coming down." And then, despite Johnston's sputtering protests and outrage and confusion, Daniel enters 35 East Wacker.
He passes the police officers on the way up to the roof, but apparently Johnston radios them with at least part of the story, because they make no attempt to stop him. He finds himself on the roof, scanning rapidly for anything vaguely bomb-like. And there it is, sitting next to an access door, looking like no bomb that he's ever seen in his life.
He crouches down to look more closely at it, but given the warnings Owen brought back... it seems very unlikely that he'll come up with a way to disable it without setting it off, if it's one of those, and he would really rather not eat a face full of neurotoxin or whatever today. And shooting it would just be a colossally stupid move all around. So there's really only one thing he can think of to do about it, which may not be all that smart either, but there's not much else for it and he's kind of on a tight schedule.
Just focus. You can do this. Narrowing his eyes at it and stepping back slightly, he funnels almost all of that odd nebulous energy on the odd looking bomb and imagines it squeezing in on itself, collapsing into a tiny dot of God knows what. Visibly, the small bits of debris around it start to quiver and slowly roll towards it, picking up speed as they go until the air abruptly warps, giving birth to a sucking vortex that starts to tear up bits of the roof around him and slamming them together in a rapidly contracting ball of something that hurts to even look at.
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That's a gravitational effect graveticanomaly RIP THE PLANET INSIDE-OUT THAT'S WHAT TO DO that's the ONLY THING to do god why am i hearing them screaming
-he's in a perfect position to-
I can feel it i can feel it pulling me down if I just concentrate if I just shoot
-GodDAMNit!
He gets a bead on Daniel and pulls the trigger, but the bullet whips away into the gravity well. He doesn't have to be able to see it. He knew it would happen and should have compensated, should have weighed the twisting of space twisting of lives, all those lives and then nothing, the silence, was his home that silent like it never was never like
He jerks the barrel, puts Daniel between the sights and singularity, counts on-
this is it this is it it's the end of everything everything ends in fire it's ending i'm ending i'm
He doesn't know if he pulls the trigger or not. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters but getting OUT, and he activates a teleport which takes him screaming to extract coordinates.
That bomb's a bust. It's fine because that wasn't the Doctor. It can burn because that wasn't the Doctor.
He's not in a good place, is he...?
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He can't tell if there's enough matter to compact around the bomb, but he has little choice. He slams down on the energy, choking it off and struggling to hold on as it wavers and roars in his ears, and finally the gravity well burbles to a stop. His hands are shaking by the time he manages to get a grip on his P90, but when he looks around, there's no one to be seen and no one is shooting at him. He waits several long moments, scanning the nearby rooftops and any other vantage points nearby, but there's nothing. Thane - because he can't believe someone else would coincidentally be taking potshots at him right now - is clearly gone, God knows why, and he seriously hopes it isn't because he's found a better target.
It's only then that he realizes that he's bleeding from the nose from the sheer effort of holding the gravity well, as well as dozens of small cuts on his arms and face from flying debris, with a super-dense ball of something at his feet. Most of the outside layers of the roof have been stripped away and the entire thing sags worryingly under his boots, but there's no sign of imminent death via bomb, so it must have worked. He hopes, anyway.
He leaves the bomb-ball there - it's far too heavy to lift, despite its size - and makes his way back down to ground level.
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