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| Chapter 9: What Goes Bump In The Night? |
| Place: SGC, Level 15 Date: 09/02/00 Time: 0330 |
| Corry peered around the corner, spying her prey. The hallways were devoid of passersby as she watched her unsuspecting friend from afar. |
| "I'm telling you, this is crazy Austen. We'll never get away with it." Corry whispered to herself. |
| "Tell them the android did it and that you had no control." Austen flippantly replied. If you didn't know any better, you would swear that Corry should have been in a nice white straight jacket in a padded cell instead of roaming free throughout the SGC. |
| "I did not make you do this. If you recall, I argued against this plan." said Data, Corry's latest addition. |
| "Will ya shut up already! This isn't going to be a surprise if you keep blabbing your mouth." |
| "Jack, be quiet. All of this bickering is going to give us away if we don't all shut up and get on with it." |
| "Should we not be surprising Isis now?" Data inquired. |
| "She's almost in the right spot now. Just another step and she'll be in place. But she won't move!" Corry was getting nervous about taking so long to do this thing. |
| "Get ready ladies. She's about to take a step." |
| "You sure Jack?" |
| "Yeah sure you betchya. And there she goes. Do it now!" |
| Corry flipped the light switch and the hallways went dark. She released the rope and the motion of the bucket descending could be heard in the silence. The goop spilled out and a startled cry could be heard echoing down the hallway. Corry flipped the switch back on and silently padded away so she wouldn't be caught. |
| An airman who heard the scream ran around the corner and came to an abrupt halt when he spotted a fuchsia pink General Isis. "Ma'am? You okay? What happened to you?" |
| Isis spun around and glared at the soldier, who involuntarily gulped and took a step back as she approached him. "Why, I thought it was quite apparent what happened to me. I've been slimed soldier!" |
| The airman was having trouble maintaining his composure. As Isis turned around to get on the elevator, Corry heard her exclaim as the doors closed, "I've been watching Ghostbusters too much. This stuff does make you feel funky." |
| As soon as it was safe, the airman started laughing. Corry and her crew of invisible companions couldn't contain their laughter anymore either and they too were laughing so hard that she fell out of the closet that she had been hiding in. The Airman looked up at Corry. "Not a word Airman, or I'll post those pictures of your bachelor's party on the bulletin board." Corry wagged her finger at the airman and was satisfied watching the color drain from his face. She ran from the hallway, laughing like a mad woman. |
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| Place: SGC, Level 28 Date: 09/02/00 Time: 1400 |
| Isis walked into the Control room and stood beside General Hammond. He did a double take as her saw her hair. "Party last night?" |
| Isis sighed. "You could say that sir." |
| "By the way, I love the color. What shade of pink is that?" Hammond grinned. |
| "Fuchsia pink sir. I'm thinking about petitioning the Air Force and asking if I can keep it." She raised her coffee cup up to her lips and took a few sips from it. "AAAAHHHH! Good coffee!" She deeply inhaled the steam rising from the cup. |
| "What flavor is it today?" Jack asked as he walked up behind Hammond and Isis. "Who does your hair? Love the color!" |
| "The flavor is hazelnut and as for the hairstyle," Isis looked up at her bangs. "Well, that's courtesy of a practical joker." |
| "I see." Jack looked at her again and decided to change the subject. "We're ready to head out. Any last orders?" He looked at Hammond. |
| "Just come back home in one piece son." |
| "Yes sir. See you in four days. General Hammond, Isis." Jack nodded his head at them and walked out of the room. |
| A few minutes later SG-1 plus four members of SG-13 stepped through the Gate. A few minutes after that, the MALP came rolling back through and down the ramp. No one was aware that it would be the last time that anyone would see those eight alive again for weeks. |
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