Valley, Day 2, Table A
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Title: Valley
Author: x-erikah-x
Prompt #: Valley
Prompt table: A
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Team
Word count: 520
Disclamer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Inc.
VALLEY
By ErikaHK
John skidded to a stop, lungs burning and legs sore from the long run. He stepped on low grass, smashing little yellow flowers and leaving the heavy forest behind. His eyes almost closed when the cool wind touched his sweaty face.
He halted by the edge of the cliff, lips tight in a thin line as he overlooked the valley below. He could distinguish the overused path that lead to the gate, the village where it originated not too far which meant the gate was still hours away. He crouched low and took his binoculars from his vest, carefully examining the road.
He spotted at least three dozen guards still searching around the area, now extending their hunt away from their original position. He sighed as he trailed around the activity of handcarts and farm animals, finding the men in gray uniforms knifing the cargoes and eliciting protests from the population. John shook his head and put the binoculars away. No way would he be able to get back to the settlement.
He didn't have any other choice though. His team's neck was literally hanging by a thread, or in this case a rope, which was set to end their lives in exactly one hour. It didn't leave him enough time to get back to the gate and call for backup.
John checked his P90 and ammo before turning around and starting the way back down.
~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~
John bent low and walked silently behind the guard, carefully stepping over gravel. Bolting up, John held the man's weapon while his other hand covered his mouth and pushed him back into the tree line. John twisted the arm holding the gun, making it fall to the ground and squeezed the guy's neck until the man sagged unconscious.
John quickly tied him up and left him next to the other three men, then made way towards the first building of the village. He peeked through the corner and crouched low as he hurried along the street to the next brick house.
He counted three guards in the square, a whole lot less than it had been earlier that day, but that was because they weren't expecting him to return. John ran to the last cover before the plaza, eyes narrowing on the sights of the P90 as he locked aim.
He fired three quick sprays of bullets, downing all men before they had a chance to notice where he was shooting from. John remained hidden for a few moments to make sure there were no more guards coming then hurried to the center of the stone pavement to free his team.
"Where have you been?" Rodney squeaked out loud while John cut him down from the pole.
"I had to stay hidden until there were no more guards around," he answered as he made his way towards Teyla.
Teyla twisted her wrists as the ropes fell from her hands then removed the one placed around her neck. "Thanks, John."
"Yeah." Ronon grinned.
John jerked his head towards the direction he had come from, waiting for his team to follow their way out.
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Title: Valley
Author: x-erikah-x
Prompt #: Valley
Prompt table: A
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Team
Word count: 520
Disclamer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Inc.
VALLEY
By ErikaHK
John skidded to a stop, lungs burning and legs sore from the long run. He stepped on low grass, smashing little yellow flowers and leaving the heavy forest behind. His eyes almost closed when the cool wind touched his sweaty face.
He halted by the edge of the cliff, lips tight in a thin line as he overlooked the valley below. He could distinguish the overused path that lead to the gate, the village where it originated not too far which meant the gate was still hours away. He crouched low and took his binoculars from his vest, carefully examining the road.
He spotted at least three dozen guards still searching around the area, now extending their hunt away from their original position. He sighed as he trailed around the activity of handcarts and farm animals, finding the men in gray uniforms knifing the cargoes and eliciting protests from the population. John shook his head and put the binoculars away. No way would he be able to get back to the settlement.
He didn't have any other choice though. His team's neck was literally hanging by a thread, or in this case a rope, which was set to end their lives in exactly one hour. It didn't leave him enough time to get back to the gate and call for backup.
John checked his P90 and ammo before turning around and starting the way back down.
~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~
John bent low and walked silently behind the guard, carefully stepping over gravel. Bolting up, John held the man's weapon while his other hand covered his mouth and pushed him back into the tree line. John twisted the arm holding the gun, making it fall to the ground and squeezed the guy's neck until the man sagged unconscious.
John quickly tied him up and left him next to the other three men, then made way towards the first building of the village. He peeked through the corner and crouched low as he hurried along the street to the next brick house.
He counted three guards in the square, a whole lot less than it had been earlier that day, but that was because they weren't expecting him to return. John ran to the last cover before the plaza, eyes narrowing on the sights of the P90 as he locked aim.
He fired three quick sprays of bullets, downing all men before they had a chance to notice where he was shooting from. John remained hidden for a few moments to make sure there were no more guards coming then hurried to the center of the stone pavement to free his team.
"Where have you been?" Rodney squeaked out loud while John cut him down from the pole.
"I had to stay hidden until there were no more guards around," he answered as he made his way towards Teyla.
Teyla twisted her wrists as the ropes fell from her hands then removed the one placed around her neck. "Thanks, John."
"Yeah." Ronon grinned.
John jerked his head towards the direction he had come from, waiting for his team to follow their way out.
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