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Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

Posted on Mon Mar 5th, 2018 @ 9:52pm by Colonel Jordon Mason Jr.

Mission: Ruins

Col. Jordon Mason
SDS Security Liaison
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Cpl. Inola Mackenna
SDS Administrative Assistant

ON:
Inola watched as John Doe headed back to the gate. An hour ago, she’d have envied him, now she was starting to get much more into this exploration stuff. She moved around the cemetery. Even though the occupants were long dead, and probably long reabsorbed back to the Earth ~It’s the Circle of life!~ was now running through her head, she still worked hard to ensure she didn’t step on where they’d have been interned, she also tried to be quite and respectful. “Hey Skip!” she called out as she came across a much larger tomb.
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“Skip? Did you just call me skip?” Jordon asked as he approached the marble tomb.
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Inola thought about it for a moment before she shrugged, “It worked didn’t it? I mean... here you are.”
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Jordon shook his head. “What’d you got, Corporal?” he said stressing her rank just to be annoying.
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“It’s a tomb.” She said pointing towards it.
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“Very good, Corporal, you want a cookie?” He asked studying it for himself.
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Inola rolled her eyes, “My point is it’s open.” She said with an exasperated sigh.
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Jordon had also noticed this fact, looks like they weren’t the only ones here. “Well… you going to check it out?”
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Inola thought about it for a moment, then decided that was part of what they were here for. She turned on the light on the camera and slowly moved inside. There were two bodies in the door way. “Looks like someone didn’t like being in their coffin.” She said studying them. There was a open casket, or something like it anyway. She went to take a closer look.
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Jordon knelt next to the bodies. He was no archeologist, but he felt like these bodies didn’t belong. “Careful.” He said looking at the skeletal remains. “They’ve been shot.” He stated. “One in the head, the other at least twice in the chest.” The skull had clear indications of some kind of projectile passing through, and the ribs were broken in a way he recognized as results of a bullet fracturing on them.
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“Huh?” she said turning to see what he was saying. Her expelling of breath during her statement of confusion however lead to a slight moment of discomfort as the dust on the edge of the tomb was given new life. “AH-CHOO!”
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“Bless you.”
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“AH-CHOO! DAMN-IT”
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“Bless you.”
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“AH-CHOO! AH-CHOO DAMN-IT”
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“Bless you.”
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“AH-CHOO. DAMN!”
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“Bless you. That’s the last time I’m saying it.”
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“AH-CHOO, AH-CHOO, AH-CHOO!”
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Jordon watched on in silence.
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Inola sneezed at least 6 more times before she finally stopped.
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“You done?” Jordon asked with an eyebrow raised in the manner of someone asking a dubious question.
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“I… I think so.” She responded, followed suddenly by a sharp intake of breath. “False alarm.” She said letting it out, “AH-CHOO, AH-CHOO. DAMN-IT ALL TO HELL!!!”
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Jordon laughed and shook his head, “Next time, you probably shouldn’t try snorting the local dust… besides, you don’t want to know what it’s made of.” He said pointing to the decayed bodies.
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“That is disgusting.” She responded thinking about it for a moment. “Why isn’t it bothering you?” she asked noticing how much dust was in the air.
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Jordon tapped on the mandible of his sealed helmet, “SOP.” He responded with the tone of someone who’d just been asked why the ground was wet during a rain storm, “Let the helmet filter the air you breath, when you aren’t sure what’s in said air, maybe you’ll be sure you have your equipment before going out again.”
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Inola tried to glare at Jordon, but a sudden “AH-CHOO” interrupted her.
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“You hate me a little bit right now, don’t you?” Jordon smiled, though she couldn’t see it.
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“What was that?” she asked looking around the edge of the casket.
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Jordon looked around, “What was what?” he asked casually. He wasn’t sure if she was just trying to mess with him. He hadn’t seen anything, but then, she had a different angle than he did.
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Inola shook her head, “I must have imagined it.” She said and figured she should get back to taking video. She turned the video camera back on and started recording the tomb.
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Jordon pulled his tablet out of its pouch and took some close-up images of the skeletons. He figured he could upload them for the scientist to view. His guess was they were grave robbers. Based on how they were laying, he also guessed they’d shot each other.
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Inola jumped with a start as a large spider ran across the camera. At least it was similar to a spider, it looked like it actually had about 12 legs, and very mean looking stinger on it’s back. She flung her hand trying to dislodge it and managed to not only fling the spider across the tomb, but the camera as well, the camera flew full force into Jordon.
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Jordon’s head snapped to the side as the digital video camera made contact. It bounced off his helmet and fell to the ground, the screen breaking off. “What the f…”
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“SORRY!” Inola said looking around frantically, she ran towards Jordon and checked his back. “Where did the spider… ish thing go?” she asked looking around, she didn’t particularly want to get stung, or bit, or what ever else this thing might do.
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“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked looking around shining his light into all the dark places. She mentioned spider, so he looked up the walls and along the roof too. Despite his efforts, he found nothing.
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“That’s it… I’m out.” She said and left the tomb. She wasn’t usually claustrophobic, but a 12 legged spider that could apparently turn invisible was enough for her. She stepped outside and took a deep breath to calm herself. What was wrong with her? She’d been in much worse situations before.
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He retrieved the damaged video camera, and pulled the memory card, it looked to be intact, so he pocketed it, the camera on the other had was another story. “Nice work.” He said holding it up.
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“Shhh. You hear that?” She asked looking around.
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Jordon was silent for a moment, before turning the gain up on his helmets external mics. He still heard nothing out of the ordinary. “Hear what?” he asked looking around.
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Inola held up a finger to shoosh him while she followed the sound, it was some kind of cell phone. “Huh.” She said picking it up. As soon as she touched it, the ringing stopped. She raised a questioning eyebrow as she held it up to here ear. “Hello?”
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Jordon watched her walk about until she seemed to find what she was looking for. She picked it up and held it to her ear, then greeted it. “Are you messing with me?”
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She looked suddenly concerned as she heard something, she turned to face Jordon as she recognized the voice on the other end. She mouthed the words, “You told my mother how to find me?”
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Jordon watched in confusion for a moment. What the hell was she talking about. “Ok… I think we need to get you back to the gate.” He said moving towards her.
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“Yes, mother, I’m taking care of myself.” She paused, “No mother, I’m not wearing the sweater you sent. Well it’s very warm here.” She sighed, “No, I’m not in Colorado at the moment. I can’t talk about where I am, no not even to my mother.” Her eyes fired daggers at Jordon, how dare he subject her to this, and on a mission. “No mother, I don’t have a boyfriend. Yes, I know you want Grandchildren, but I haven’t found the right guy.” She heard something that sounded like stone breaking. “Mom, I gotta go.”
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Jordon watched the sudden change and wasn’t sure what she thought she heard. All he knew for sure right now was he didn’t like it. This was either an elaborate prank, which he’d give a 10 on execution, but a negative 3 on timing… or he figured she’d been exposed to a hallucinogen. “Corporal.” He said trying to get her attention. “CORPORAL!” he shouted trying to break through her mental haze.
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“HOLY SH…” The rest of the curse was drowned out as the report from her rifle rang out. She’d always thought the undead was just a plot for shows, this would cause her to rethink that. “She laid down fire as a gaggle of them broke out of the tombs and graves. “RUN FOR IT COLONEL!”
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Jordon dove for cover as Inola fired a full burst in his direction. He managed to avoid getting hit, but now she was firing in seemingly random directions. That’s it… it’s time to go. “All callsigns, all teams, repeat, all call signs, all teams, abort mission, repeat, abort mission, and return to the gate NOW! This is not a drill.” He hoped he could be heard over the weapons fire.
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Inola fell back on her training, the bolt locked back as the magazine hit empty, with practiced ease, she pulled a fresh magazine from a pouch and slapped it home, hit the bolt catch, and opened fire.
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Jordon kept his head down. She was quick on the reload, but it would give him a second, he readied himself as soon as he heard the break in weapons fire, he sprung into action. He pumped his legs as fast as he could go.
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Inola saw one of them, it was determined to get her, it came from where she’d last seen the Colonel, it must have gotten him. She screamed as she dropped the rifle, the sling catching it, and drew her side arm. She pumped 3 into the chest of the freak.
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Jordon grunted as 3 well placed shots hit him in the chest. The energy of which would have knocked him over if he hadn’t been full tilt into his sprint. He plowed into the Inola at full speed taking her to the ground.
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She wasn’t going down like this, no way, she tried to get lose, but for a zombie he was surprisingly good at martial arts. She got a good kick to the groin, though she wasn’t sure if the undead still had balls.
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Jordon was thankful for the groin protection of his armor, though it didn’t stop all the energy from the kick, it took all his will power to keep fighting, and not curl up into a ball. Inola had managed to roll over and was trying to push him off her back. At this point he was out of ideas, short of killing her, he wrapped one arm around her neck and secured it with the other, holding her in a sleeper hold.
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The world started going dark she kicked and flailed and tried to find purchase, but it was no good.
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Jordon was very thankful for his armor, he’d never realized how strong Inola was, but she’d connected a few good hits. He’d likely still have bruises, but without his armor, he’d be in a lot worse shape. He held on tight and paid close attention, he didn’t want to kill her, but he had to get her under control.
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Her limbs started to feel like they were full of lead. She got one last swing in before her world became black. Her last thought was “I can’t believe I was killed by a zombie.”
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Jordon felt her go slack and let go. He reached into one of his pouches and removed to sets of zip ties. He used the first to bind her wrists behind her back, and the other to bind her ankles. By now two of his SDS guys had showed up, following the reports of weapons fire. “What the hell is this?” the asked, weapons trained on Jordon.
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With airflow returning to her lungs, she regained consciousness fairly quickly, only she found herself restrained. She spotted two of her team mates. “HELP!” she screamed.
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Jordon couldn’t believe this, he stood his hands visible taking deep breaths, “Look. I think she’s been exposed to some kind of hallucinogenic compound.” He said knowing how this could look. He made a motion towards all the bullet holes around them. “We need to get her back.”
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Inola continued to struggle and scream, but the two SDS guys didn’t seem to be doing much to help. She turned and saw the zombie that’d attacked her still standing over her, and more closing. She started kicking and flailing.
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“You can either believe I was about to do something inappropriate to her, or you can assume I’m telling the truth and help me.” He said rolling his eyes.
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“WATCH OUT!!!” she screamed looking at something behind her team mates. They turned finding nothing there. They looked back, she’d closed her eyes tightly, apparently not wanting to see what happened next. Both of them lowered their weapons, their sealed helmets hiding the dumbfounded look on their faces.
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“Do either of you have a sealed container?” One of them raised his hand. “Good, get a healthy sample of the dust inside that tomb. Be sure the container is sealed. Once closed, be sure to decon the outside, then wrap a layer of tape around it, and decon it again, then meet us back at the gate.” He said and picked Inola up over his shoulder.
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Inola was unceremoniously picked up by what seemed to be the Alpha zombie… do zombies have a hierarchical structure? All the movies just showed them as mindless brain eaters. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what they were going to do with her. With renewed efforts, she started her squirming again, though even if she got back to the ground she wasn’t sure what she was going to do.
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The trip to the gate took 3 times as long as it should have, usually when he had to carry someone, they weren’t trying to get away though it. He’d had to adjust his grip multiple times just to keep her from hurting herself. His team had over taken him on the trip back, and he was happy to see his orders had been obeyed, and the rest of the team was waiting at the gate when he got there.

“What’s the deal?” one of them asked, “I’m scrubbing the mission, environmental hazard.” He said ignoring all the questioning looks of why he was carrying one of them in restraints. “Dial it up!” he ordered. Someone tapped in the address and the gate came to life, he tapped in the signal in the DHD, then opened a comm. line. “SGC, this is Colonel Mason, we’ve encountered an environmental hazard, and the mission is being scrubbed on my authority. Clear the gate room, anyone on the team that wasn’t in a sealed suit will need to go through quarantine, and we have one emergency case already.”

“Stand by.” Was the response. Jordon motioned for everyone to wait. After what seemed like hours, but according to his watch was only minutes a response came, “Room cleared, quarantine protocols in effect, come through when ready.” Jordon nodded to the team sending them forward.

The return was quick, and he was glad to hand of the screaming Admin Assistant to the medics. He turned towards the door where the rest of the SDS team was, all standing in their armor. A DECON station had been set up. He passed his gear off and waited while a pair of techs scrubbed him off.
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