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StarGate 69 - Chapter 1 (MF Mf ff Ff Mult fanfic ScFi cons non-con D/S
BD humil gang group orgy anal)

Author's note:

Okay, I am NOT an SG1 geek. I don't have every episode memorized, I'm
not immersed in the canon. I love the concept of the show, and I loved
the movie it was based on, but sometimes the show makes me clench my
teeth. The actions of the characters are sometimes so stupid that I
have to shake my head and say, "THIS is a special forces team?"

So... this is my attempt at doing a little writing in the Star Gate
world. While SG-1 has a small part, the story is not about them. It
follows another SG team, and, since it's a Dark Pen story, there's
gonna be some sex. Most likely a lot of sex. So... if SG-1 is something
you live and breathe, stay away from this story. It'll make you nuts.

SG-69

Disclaimer: I don't own the SG universe, someone else does. I'm just
playin' around a bit, so don't go gettin' yer knickers in a twist. It's
Fanfic fer cryin' out loud!

This is a work of fiction.  If you are under whatever arbitrary age
your elected officials have decided to choose for viewing adult
material, understand that you will be breaking the law if you read
this.  If you get caught,  I don't want to get blamed because your
parents can't keep track of you.

Please don't try this stuff at home (or anywhere else, for that
matter).  Some of it could be very dangerous.  If you have a hard time
telling fantasy from reality, please don't read any of my writings and
go seek medical help.

If you are a religious fanatic of any flavor and you hate my stuff,
please note that you shouldn't be here to begin with - no one forced
you here.  If you are offended by sexual liturature (such as it is)
then go visit somewhere else.

This story may not be posted on any pay site.  It may not be archived
with out permission from the author and if it's reposted, this
information must remain with it.  Copyright c 2007 Dark Pen.

~Dark Pen
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Chapter 1


    	Major Morgan Finn sat back and put his feet up on the table.  And
why not?  It wasn't like he was going to be in Star Gate command for
very much longer.  He was now a 'black cat' -- considered bad luck, and
he knew he'd never be assigned to another team again.  He wasn't even
sure he wanted to be.

    	Finn had been on SG-6.  Both times.  And both times everyone on
the team had died but him.  The first time he'd survived had been sheer
luck.  The Goa'uld they'd been stalking had gotten the drop on them,
although Finn hadn't been surprised .  For some reason, the team
commander had taken a page right out of SG-1's play book to use as his
own.  The problem was, he hadn't had SG-1's incredible luck (which was
the one thing, from Finn's point of view, that had allowed those
incompetents to survive as long as they had) and the team been
compromised and killed.  Finn had escaped.  Barely.

    	SG-6 had been reformed, but Finn hadn't been given command.  Too
bad too, because this time the idiot in charge had been even dumber
then the last team commander.  Hell, they hadn't even been able to
outwit a bunch of savages who fought with bows and arrows.  Once again,
Finn had survived, but it wasn't due to luck this time.  His own
abilities in woods craft had allowed him to make it back to the Gate
and get out of there.  General Hammond had not been amused to lose two
teams and despite the fact that it was hardly his fault, Finn had been
benched for close to a month.

    	The door opened, and General Hammond entered.  Finn jumped to his
feet to stand at attention, more out of habit then anything else.

    	"As you were Major," said the General, sitting down at the head
seat of the table.

    	Finn sat down, but watched the General with a wary eye.  Hammond
looked like he always did.  Neither upset nor happy.  He had several
folders marked Top Secret, which he laid down on the table, opening the
top one.

    	"Major Finn, your new team will be here shortly," he said.

    	To say Finn was surprised was an understatement.  He was surprised
enough that he didn't guard his tongue very well.

    	"Who did you find who..." the sentence trailed off.  If he was
getting to be on another team, he didn't want to fuck things up right
off the bat.  He realized that he wasn't quite so anxious to leave the
SGC as he'd thought.

    	"Who did I find that would take on a 'black cat'?" asked Hammond
with a smile.

    	Finn didn't trust himself to say anything, so he just nodded.

    	"You know," said Hammond, "there's two ways to look at what's
happened to you.  One way is that you bring bad luck.  The other, is
that you are lucky.  You get what I'm meaning here?"

    	Finn thought for a moment, then nodded.  He would have said
something else, but just then the door opened, and three women walked
in.  One was a Major, like himself, one was a Captain, and the other
was a civilian.

    	"Major, I'd like to introduce you to your new team," said Hammond,
as the women sat down.  "Major Morgan Finn, this is Major Colleen
Wilds, Captain Lisa Reed and Doctor Alexa Shaw."

    	Introductions were made while Finn hoped that Major Wilds wasn't
as stupid as his last two team commanders.  The only thing he knew
about her, was that she was hell on wheels when it came to hand-to-hand
combat.  People had been trying to get the two of them to spar for a
long time, but somehow, it just hadn't happened.  Anyway, if she did
turn out to be a dud, then he wasn't going to trust luck a third time.
Retirement was only a form away.  Too bad too, since under other
circumstances, he'd be more than happy to spend some off duty time with
any one of them.  Major Wilds was almost as tall as he was, which meant
she was five eleven.  She had very short, blonde hair and the build of
an athlete.  Big, baby blue eyes and breasts that looked interesting
even through her fatigues, ensured no one would forget she was all
woman.  Nice.  Captain Reed was the shortest of the three.  She also
had blonde hair, but it was a bit longer than regs allowed.  Her face
was very pretty, and she had brown eyes covered by glasses.  She didn't
look as muscular as Wilds, but still looked like she was in good shape.


    	Finally, there was the civi -- Doctor Alexa Shaw.  She was easily
the most attractive of the three, with long red hair, a light
complexion and deep green eyes.  He noted that while she was a
civilian, she certainly kept herself in shape.  She had a lean build
that her skin-tight black clothing did little to hide.  On the other
hand, she was an egg head, and that could spell trouble.

    	If looks were the only thing that concerned Finn, then he'd have
been in heaven.  But he didn't know much about any of them (and nothing
about the doctor), so he was more than a bit wary.  The two Air Force
officers didn't look overly happy to be here either.

    	"You four are the new SG-6," said Hammond.  "Major Finn, you'll
find that Major Wilds is an expert in hand to hand and seems to have a
knack with pretty much any weapon you put in her hands.  Captain Reed
is a language and history expert.  She's memorized every report that
Daniel Jackson ever wrote, and, in fact, has worked with him to
translate some of the more obscure alien languages that the SGC has had
access to.  And last, but not least, is Doctor Shaw.  She's a recent
M.I.T. grad and we're very luck to have her."

    	Hammond stood, "Now, I'm sure you'll all want to get acquainted
and I suggest you do so, since you're leaving for P3X-255 at
oh-eight-hundred tomorrow morning."

    	Then he turned to Finn.

    	"The team is yours, Major.  They're all good people, so keep 'em
safe."

    	With that he waked out, and Finn realized that he was in command
of the new SG-6.  He looked down at the folders -- dossiers on each of
his new team, plus an overview of P3X-255 -- then looked up again.

    	"Well," he started, pointedly ignoring the folders, "welcome to
the new SG-6."

    	Wilds' lips tightened, and Reed didn't look very happy either.
Shaw simply continued to scan the people at the table, her face giving
away nothing.

    	"You know," said Finn, "the general said something interesting to
me before you folks arrived.  He said that I could either be good luck
or bad luck.  Me?  I figure you make your own luck.  Major Wilds, do
you have anything to add?"

    	"No sir," she relied, her voice even.

    	"Captain?"

    	"No, sir," the Captain said.

    	There was a pause, then Doctor Shaw said, "Am I missing
something?"

    	There was silence for a moment, as the two Air Force officers
looked at Finn, clearly leaving him to answer.  Wilds had a bit of a
smirk on her face.

    	"What have you been told about SG-6?" asked Finn.

    	"Nothing," replied the doctor.  "I was told I'd been selected to
be put on an SG team, and that was the end of it.  They told me I'd be
briefed when I got here.  However, it seems that someone forgot to tell
me something."

    	"I'll say," snorted Captain Reed.

    	Finn sighed again.

    	"SG-6 has had a ... somewhat rocky history," said Finn.

    	"Oh?"

    	"He means," put in Wilds, "that this is the third time it's been
formed."

    	"What happened the first two times."

    	"Everyone on the team was killed," said Reed.

    	"Everyone except him," added Wilds.

    	"Nice," said Shaw in a flat voice.

    	"Well," said Finn tightly, "now that we know my history, why don't
you give us an update on yours Major?"

    	She barked out a short laugh.

    	"No problem.  Lisa and I are from SG-9."

    	"SG-9?" asked Finn.

    	Both women confirmed it with a nod.  He leaned back in his chair
and closed his eyes.

    	"Okay, so now I know I'm missing something else," said Alexa.

    	"SG-9 hasn't done any better than SG-6," said Wilds.  "Captain
Reed and I also managed to survive twice as well."

    	"So both of your teams were wiped out two times, with you three as
the only survivors?"

    	"That's about it," said Finn.  "As a civilian, you could, of
course, ask to be transfered to another team."

    	"I was told there aren't any teams available," said Doctor Shaw,
"and quite frankly, even if there were, I wouldn't ask for them."

   	"Why not?" asked Finn, startled.

   	"Because, you three are still alive," said Shaw, "and maybe the
third time's the charm."

   	+++++

   	Finn knew that no one else would be seeing it that way.  And in the
SGC, news travels fast.

   	"Yo Finn," said Bunson while they were in the shower, "I hear they
gave you a command."

   	Another man, Robeson, gave a loud, long laugh.

   	"Oh yeah, he got a command all right.  He got the two black cats
from SG-9."

	Men and women who outlived more than one full SG team, or who seemed
to bring disaster on their teams were referred to as 'black cats'.

   	"You kidding me?  Wild and Reed?  I hear them two are munchin' on
each other," said Bunson.

   	"Yup," said Robeson. "Guess that means you in charge of SG-69."

   	Finn said nothing, the tightening of his lips the only thing
showing how annoyed he was.

   	"Not," continued Robeson, "that I'd mind gettin' in on that
action."

   	"Hey you could ask," said Bunson.

   	"Naw," was the come back, "it's the new man's military.  You know:
don't ask, don't tell."

   	The two busted out into big gales of laughter, which only made Finn
less amused.

   	"So," Finn said, as they were drying off a few minutes later, "you
ready for another sparring match Bunson?"

   	The other man suddenly lost his good humor over SG-69 and shook his
head no.

   	"How about you Robeson?"

   	"Uh.. no man.. my ribs still hurt from the last time."

   	"Huh," replied Finn, "the way I hear it, the last person you
sparred was ... who was it now?  I seem to have forgotten."

   	Robeson remained quiet.

   	"Oh yeah, it was Wilds," said Finn.  "Major Wilds.  Maybe I'll
mention to her how much you're looking forward to a re-match."

   	"Hey thanks man, but I don't wanna horn in on your action."

   	Finn grunted and left the room.

   	Most of the service men and women sparred to keep in practice, and
Wilds was known to be always up for a match.  Knowing your hand-to-hand
could mean the difference between life and a very messy death when you
were on a mission.  He wished that the SG-6/SG-9 bad luck thing hadn't
come up during the briefing.  He had really wanted to get to know his
team before they went out.  But everyone had gone their separate ways a
few minutes after the revelation, and Finn hadn't felt it wise to call
them back, other than to mention that they should meet at
oh-six-hundred tomorrow for a pre-mission briefing.

	Since everyone who made it to the SGC was supposed to be the best of
the best, it was rare that new teams got to spend much training time
together before going out.  It was a stupid policy, and he knew that
Hammond didn't agree with it, which made him wonder why his team was
being pushed out the Gate so quickly.  Normally, they had at least
three days to acquaint themselves with each other.  That slack time
wasn't official, of course, but Hammond was the one who scheduled the
missions and he usually made sure his people got the time they needed
to acclimate.  Not this time though, and Finn wondered why.

	He ate dinner alone in the cafeteria since he really didn't feel like
going back to his small apartment off base.  Most of the time he
enjoyed the solitude, but right now he was secretly hoping that some of
his new team would join him.  No luck there.  Bad luck that Bunson sat
down with two of his friends.  Worse luck that SG-1 was eating in the
small room as well.

	"Hey Jonny," said Bunson, "did you hear about the new SG team?"

	Jonny didn't even glance over at Finn, which meant they'd planned
this.  There were a lot of other people in the cafeteria as well, so
anything these three yahoo's said, would spread like wildfire.  Worse,
if Finn said anything, the gossip would spread twice as fast.

	"Yeah, I heard that a certain black kitty managed to get himself on a
team," said Jonny.

	"The way I heard it, he's in command, if you can believe that," added
the third man, who's name was Reggie.

	All three men thought that was just the funniest thing.  Finn missed
the humor though.  Unfortunately, the comments had caught the attention
of SG-1.

	"They've even got a new number for their team," said Bunson, finally
looking over at Finn.  Finn eyes promised payback, but that didn't
deter Bunson.  "SG-69."

	At that pronouncement, others, who had been listening, snickered, as
the three men roared their laughter.  Finn wasn't going to take it
anymore.  He stood up, intending to ... explain to Bunson that SG team
numbers didn't go that high.  Most likely by introducing him to the
number five, as in five knuckles, but a voice cut through the noise.

	"As you were Major Finn," said Colonel O'Neil.

	The men settled down, but were still chuckling when O'Neil turned his
attention to them.

	"You know," he remarked, "I'm sure that there's a latrine that needs
cleaning around here.  What do you think Major Carter?"

	"Huh?" asked the woman.

	Fast on the uptake, thought Finn.

	"Uh, never mind," continued O'Neil, looking at Bunson and his friends.
 "I'll tell you what Bunson.  You and your pals can stay here and
finish your meal, then go clean every latrine in each of the barracks,
or you can just get up, leave now, and clean only one of them.  Your
choice."

	Bunson and his friends looked at each other, obviously annoyed.  But
no one was going to give O'Neil a hard time, so they got up and left
the room.  Their manner showed they were pretty pissed at Finn.  Other
folks got the idea, but Finn knew the damage had been done.  And with
O'Neil coming to his rescue, he knew it would only make the SG-69
misnomer stick -- kinda like having mommy scare away the bullies.
Thanks Jack.

	"I do not understand," Teal'c said, "why those men called SG-6,
SG-69."

	"They were making fun of it, Teal'c," said Daniel Jackson.

	"Making fun?" asked Teal'c.  "I'm afraid I still do not understand."

	"Sixty-nine, Teal'c," said O'Neil, "it's a sexual reference."

	"To what?"

	Finn was having a hard time hiding his smile, but he sure as hell
didn't want anyone at O'Neil's table to think he was laughing at them.
Especial Teal'c.  That was one big mother.  He did note that Carter was
beat red, and almost snorted.  Fuckin' prude.  No way she could be that
sweet and pure.  Scuttlebutt was that she had a thing for Jack, but
there was that whole rank issue.  Finn tried hard followed the rules,
but that no-frat rule was one he'd been known to disregard.  A hard
dick doesn't have much of a conscience.  Not that he'd ever use rank to
get pussy -- he didn't have that hard a time getting laid, and the very
idea kinda pissed him off.  But if pussy was being offered, he sure as
hell wasn't going to turn it down, no matter what rank it held.

	"To a sexual act," replied O'Neil.

	"You number your sexual acts?" asked Teal'c.

	"Um guys?" cut in Carter, "I have some things to take care of in the
lab."

	She grabbed her tray and headed out.

	"Why would you number your sexual activities," continued Teal'c,
obviously trying to get to the bottom of this human mystery.  "Must
they be performed in a specific order?"

	"No, no, it's nothing like that," said Daniel.

	"Then, I do not understand," replied Teal'c.  "Please explain."

	Jack and Daniel leaned back in their chairs.

	"Look, this really isn't the ... place to discuss this kind of thing,"
said Jack.

	Teal'c shook his head.

	"I must admit, I do not understand why your species tries to hide
sexual activity," he said.  "Surely, you must teach your young so that
when it is time for their first mating, they know what to do.  Is that
why you have numbered your acts of sex?"

	"Another time, Teal'c," said O'Neil.

	"As you wish," replied Teal'c, clearly still mystified.

	That exchange certainly brightened Finn's evening.  As did the work
out in the gym, which was quite empty.  Afterwards, he decided to read
up on his new teammates, so he went to the records room, and pulled
their records from the safe.  True to military form, there were only
the standard performance reports on each of the officers, and a bare
bones background on Shaw.  What a crock.  He was their team commander,
and one would think he'd get more.  The military mind at work.  Keep
everything secret until it's needed (even from the people who need to
know) -- by which time it's too late to fully digest the information
and use it.  No wonder they went through so many SG teams here.

	He had a difficult time sleeping that night.  He'd read the report
that had been written on P3X-255.  It was not as complete as he'd would
have liked.  Not by a long shot.  The gist of it was, that the place
was well forested, and quite deserted.  The report had been written by
SG-1.  If the place was deserted, thought Finn, then why the hell were
they sending through another team?

	He met his new team at exactly 0600 the next morning.  Finn wasn't in
the best of moods, since he'd gotten very little sleep and once again
the coffee in the cafeteria had been not only weak as water, but almost
cold to boot.  What a way to start the day.  Wilds and Reed wandered in
together, followed a minute later by Dr. Shaw.  Of all of them, the
doctor looked the most alert and awake.

	"Good morning ladies," said Finn, trying to project a level cheerful
alertness he was nowhere hear feeling, "I hope you got some good rest
last night?"

	Wilds gave him a glare, Reed ignored him in favor of the luke warm
coffee, and Shaw smiled as she sipped pipping hot tea.  Tea.  Yech.

	"P3X-255 has already been explored by SG-1," said Alexa.  "Why are we
going back?"

	"Ours is not to reason why..." started Finn.

	"...ours is just to fuckin' die," finished Wilds in a mutter.

	Finn let it go.  He wasn't at his best in the morning either.

	Breakfast, such as it was, was spent mostly in uncomfortable silence.
Wilds finally decided she couldn't take the coffee and made more,
something Finn wish he'd thought of first.  Truthfully though, he'd
been worrying about all the things that could, and probably would, go
wrong today.  Then they went to check out their gear.

	"This doesn't look like my normal load-out," said Wilds.

	"It probably isn't," responded Finn.  "I added some stuff to our gear
that I think it's a good idea to carry.  Of course, you can still take
the regulation pack."

	"What did you add?"

	"Some extra rations, several types of rope, a bit of extra ammo, night
vision goggles and a few other odds and ends that I think should be
part of the standard pack," he said.

	Wilds looked at him, while Captain Reed watched her.  Wilds shrugged
and shouldered her pack.  Reed and Dr. Shaw followed suit, and Finn
motioned the women out of the room.  They certainly made an attractive
bunch, and Finn couldn't help but watch the women walk.  He also
noticed that even the fatigues she was wearing couldn't make Alexa look
unattractive.  From the way Wilds watched her ass, it was clear she
felt the same way.  Hmmm.

	Since this was the second trip to this particular planet, and nothing
of note had happened during the first trip, there was no real sit down
briefing.  General Hammond waited for them in the gate room and they
made small talk while the Gate was dialing out.  Once the connection
was stable, Hammond looked at Finn.

	"You have seven days to do a more... thorough... examination of
P3X-255," he said quietly.  "I expect your unit back here, and working
as a team by that time."

	"Yes, sir," said Finn as he saluted.

	"Good luck and stay safe," said the general.

	Finn and his new team walked up the ramp.  With no hesitation, he
stepped through the Gate, shivering as the coldness enveloped him.  As
soon as he stepped through on the other side, Finn made way for the
travelers behind him, but started scanning the forest.  The report said
the planet was deserted, but he wasn't taking chances.  The last place
he'd been that looked deserted had been anything but.  Wilds, then Reed
and finally the doctor stepped through, and Finn was happy to note that
Wilds had done exactly the same the he had, just on the opposite side
of the gate.  Captain Reed too, had found a place to take cover, but
Doctor Shaw just stood in the center of the steps, looking around in
wonder.  He knew he shouldn't be surprised -- this was her first time
off world, but if she got capped, there wouldn't be a second time.

	"Doctor," he said tightly, "you're with me."

	She quickly oriented on him and moved next to his position.

	"First lesson," he said, "Never assume that your position is secure
when you step through a Gate."

	"Sorry sir," she said, with a slight smile.

	Finn continued to scan the area, wondering which bright light in the
military thought that putting an untrained civilian on an SG team was a
good idea.  Fucking idiots.

	"Let's secure the area, then head out toward the west," he ordered.

	It didn't take too long.  He found a lot of tracks left by SG-1 and
noted that, as per their report, they'd done a circular sweep of the
area, then headed off to the east.  The assumption was that any
civilization that developed, would develop near, or at least visit
often, a Star Gate.  It wasn't a surprise that when SG-1 didn't find
anything nearby, they'd decided the place was deserted.  Hell, it was
standing operating procedure, which sort of made sense, considering how
many worlds had to be visited.

	Once Finn was sure that the area was relatively deserted, he gathered
his team.

	"We're going to be here for seven days," he said.  "Officially, we're
here to do a more thorough examination of the area."

	"And unofficially?" asked Wilds.

	"We're here to learn to work as a team," he replied.  "You and Captain
Reed have been off-world before, as have I, but we've never worked
together.  Dr. Shaw has never been off-world before."

	By which he meant that she was completely untrained in any but the
most basic survival techniques.

	"So, what do you plan to do?" asked the doctor.

	"Well, I thought we'd start off with a little hunting game," he said
smiling.  "You and I will hunt, then be hunted, by Wilds and Reed.
After we see how it goes, we'll do some three on one escape and evade."

	Wilds smiled, "That sounds like fun."

	Captain Reed's deep blush did not escape Finn's notice, but he didn't
comment on it.

	"We're giving you a half hour head start," said Finn.  "We'll have
four hours to catch you.  If we don't, or there is an emergency, we'll
use the radios to hook up.  Until then, there will be radio silence.
After we eat, we'll switch, and the doctor and I will try to avoid you
two."

	"What are the rules?" asked Wilds.

	"There aren't any," replied Finn, "just like in real life.  If you can
get the drop on us, do it.  However, I think it would be a good idea if
you didn't shoot us with anything other than markers."

	"Markers?" asked Shaw.

	"You'll find a red colored mag in your pack," explained Finn.  "It's
loaded with markers -- essentially low velocity bullets that spatter
red when they hit.  Kinda like paint ball."

	"Yeah, but the markers hurt," commented Wilds, with a slow smile.

	Finn was really starting to wonder about her.

	"You time starts now," he said looking at his watch.

	The two officers quickly disappeared into the forest while Finn kicked
back on a sunny rock.

	"We'll leave in twenty minutes," he commented.

	"But you said you'd give them a half hour," protested Shaw.

	"Sometimes life ain't fair."

	He spent the next twenty minutes trying to find out what Shaw knew.
She could quote from the official survival manual, and had done well in
the basic survival course she'd been given, which was something.  The
woman was obviously bright, and obviously in shape, which were two more
things in her favor.  What was more in her favor was that she didn't
give him attitude when he gave her pointers.

	"Well, it's time to go," he said, hauling himself up and starting off
into the woods.

	"But they went that way," said the Doctor.

	"True, and we'll circle around to pick up their trail," he replied.
"But I don't want to find out just how clever Wilds and Reed are at
laying traps.  So once we get into the woods a little, and pick up the
trail, we'll have to be very careful.  But for all we know, they're set
up and waiting just out of sight."

	Alexa nodded, and they started off.  To his ears, she was quite loud,
but he had to admit she moved pretty well.  It didn't take long to
discern that their quarry hadn't decided to stick around, and Finn
spent the better part of an hour showing Shaw the various signs that
they were still on the right trail.  Finally, he thought they were
getting close to where Wilds and Reed had gone to ground.

	"Okay," said Finn, "I'm betting they think they'll get the drop on us
down there."

	'Down there', was at the bottom of a short hill where there was a
shaded gully.  Finn couldn't see either of the women, but he assumed
that they were hidden in positions where they could spring a trap on
Finn and Shaw as they continued along the, somewhat obvious, trail.
That was what twigged Finn that they might be heading into a trap.  So,
he motioned Shaw to go around one way while he went around the other,
in hopes of finding at least one of their quarry before they could get
the drop on him and Alexa.

	It took him a good fifteen minutes to locate Reed.  She was waiting,
well hidden, and quite still, for someone to walk down the path.  He
poked his gun into her back while at the same time holding his hand
over her mouth.

	"You're dead," he said, "so lay down nice an quiet, all right?"

	She nodded.  If this had been for real, he would have slid his knife
into her throat in such a way that it would keep her from making a
sound as she died.  He left her and continued to hunt for Wilds.

	It turned out to be pretty easy to find her, since she'd gotten Alexa
and was holding her hostage.  The area in front of her was clear, but
she had her back to a short cliff, which meant he couldn't sneak up
behind her.  He could, however, shoot her, but she had Alexa sitting on
her lap, which covered most of her body.  The doctor had a piece of
tape across her mouth to keep her from speaking.

	What to do, what to do, mused Finn.  Wilds had taken off Alexa's
helmet, while leaving on her own, which made shooting Wilds a bit more
difficult.  Still, if he were quiet, and willing to take a half hour or
so, he thought he could get into a position where he could shoot Wilds
without endangering Alexa.

	He could and did, although Alexa was none to happy when the side of
her face got splattered with red paint.  The stuff was non-toxic, but
didn't taste very good if it got in your mouth, and stung like hell
when it got into your eyes.  The noise of the marker spanging off
Wilds' helmet was pretty loud; certainly the doctor was startled.  She
gave a muffled shriek and jumped off Wilds' lap -- not that she went
too far.  Finn noted that Wilds had tied Alexa's wrists behind her, her
feet together at the ankles, then tied a rope between them, which kept
Alexa from running anywhere.  She fell on her side as Finn approached.

	"You crazy son-of-a-bitch!" said Wilds.

	Finn just shrugged while listening to the gales of laughter from
behind him.  Reed had evidently moved to a position where she could see
everything unfold.  He bent down to untie Alexa, noting that the rope
work and knots were very neatly done.  If fact, he noted that the ties
were much like some of the Japanese bondage that he'd seen, and on
occasion, used for purposes other than war.  Now he was wondering about
Wilds even more then he had been before.  Not that he objected to
seeing the good Doctor so nicely trussed up.  He squashed that train of
thought before it could produce a more... noticeable ... reaction in
him.  He hadn't had a play partner in far too long.

	"So," he said, "lets break out some rations and eat while we critique
everything that happened -- my resolution to the situation included."

End chapter 1

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