Death Game

Chapter Twenty-Nine

In the control room, Radek slumped forward over the key panel, his eyes on the monitor. “That was almost not in time,” he said.

“You’ve got them, right?” Ronon asked.

Radek’s fingers flew over the symbols on the unfamiliar touchscreen. “I’ve turned the steam off and the overhead lights on. I haven’t turned the cameras off for that room yet. It seemed less of a priority.”

“So they know,” Ronon said. “The Wraith know somebody spoiled their party. They know we’ve got the control room. Which means they’re on their way down here.”

“There is that,” Radek said. He didn’t take his eyes off the monitor. “Shutting down the water, that is it there. Main pump off. Backup pump off. I am leaving the special lights on and bringing up the general safety lighting throughout the complex.” He stroked the board with satisfaction. “Locking the movable floors in the safety position. All traps turned off, in the maintenance mode.”

“Right.” Ronon hauled him out of his chair by the back of his shirt. “Time to go.”

“I think you are correct,” Radek said, grabbing onto his glasses as Ronon let forth a salvo with his energy pistol into the servers and monitors. They exploded most satisfactorily in clouds of sparks and smoke, and he flung up his hands to shield his eyes from the glare.

“Here.” Ronon thrust the two Wraith stun pistols taken from the dead controllers into Radek’s hands. “Let’s get out of here. Do you know how to shoot one of these?”

“Um…” Truthfulness was probably the better part of valor. “No.”

“Then stay behind me.” Ronon plunged into the hallway, pistol at the ready.

“Where are we going?” Radek demanded, following after.

“To find Sheppard and Teyla,” Ronon replied. “Where else?”

Radek shrugged. “Where else indeed?”

They dashed through the halls, not bothering to dodge cameras now, though some of them were no doubt active. Even if the cameras were still operative, without the control systems the Wraith would not be able to use them to spy on what happened within the maze. They might not know where the Wraith were, but the Wraith were also now essentially blind. They could not track them, or the contestants. Radek thought with satisfaction that many of the traps, like the steam room, could not be reactivated without the controls that were now destroyed. Presumably the water hazards would all empty swiftly, the water flowing downhill to the storage cisterns without the pump to bring it to the upper levels. In a few minutes the maze would be oddly silent, the flowing water stilled. Perhaps this would save more than a few lives, those of contestants still trapped within the maze. Whether they might have a chance of escape, or would simply be hunted down by the Wraith later, he could not guess.

Ronon dodged around corners, checking ahead with a speed that Radek did not understand. How could he tell so quickly if the corridor ahead were full of Wraith or not?

Fortunately, it was not far to the steam room. The big set piece trap of the maze, it was near the end, with only a few corridors leading on from there, providing a last opportunity for any teams that had beaten the steam room to betray one another. No doubt this was very entertaining for the Wraith. It seemed the sort of game they would enjoy.

Ronon barreled ahead of Radek into the steam room. “Wraith! They’re on the way!”

Sheppard looked around with an expression of utter amazement. “Ronon?” Then he saw Radek and boggled again. “Zelenka?”

“We gotta get out of here,” Ronon said. “The cameras were still live when the steam went off. The Wraith will be coming.”

Teyla looked at Radek with a gratifying expression of thanks, putting two and two together quickly. “You turned the steam off?”

“I did,” Radek said modestly. “We are quite a good team, Ronon and I.”

To his surprise, Ronon nodded solemnly. “That’s true.”

Sheppard looked from one to the other, questions like ‘how’ and ‘why’ dancing in the air over his head, then apparently decided that all explanations could wait until later. “We’re glad to see you,” he said. “Are those spare stunners?”

“Yeah. One for you and one for Teyla.”

Radek passed them over gratefully. Better nearly anyone else than him.

The elderly woman Radek had seen on the monitors came over, standing beside Sheppard. “Is there a moment for me to see to Teyla’s shoulder? She will be in much less pain and better able to fight if I do it first.”

Radek looked at Teyla, only now aware of the drawn expression on her face. The drape of her jacket mostly hid the shape of her left arm, but now that he looked something wasn’t quite right.

“I can go on,” Teyla said, her words sharply enunciated.

Sheppard looked from her to the older woman and back. “Do it,” he said. He forestalled Teyla’s protest with a hand on her sleeve. “It only takes a minute, and you’ll feel a lot better if you let her pop it back in.”

She gave him a hard look. “If you think we have a minute.”

Carson Beckett came around for another pass at the roof he had selected, a broad expanse only a block or so from the courtyard where the Wraith ship was parked. It looked like it was part of the palaces. Below it, a hillside dropped sharply away, though a road meandered along it. Halfway down there was a courtyard ornamented with bright, waving flags, as though for some sort of festival. There were people in the streets, a busy market set up.

However, the palace roof itself seemed safe enough, quiet and deserted. There were no guards on the roof, which made sense as there was really no way for anyone to get up there from the ground. Clearly the Wraith were not expecting any kind of assault from the air.

Major Lorne looked over the Marines in the back. Cadman was adjusting the chin strap on her helmet. “Everybody ready?”

“Ready, sir,” Cadman said.

Rodney checked his P90 for the millionth time, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. This was so not going to be fun. In fact, experience had taught him exactly how not fun it could be. This was one of those occasions where ignorance was indeed bliss.

“You stay back, doc,” Lorne began quietly, then broke off as Carson started swearing under his breath, his head going up like a hunting dog’s. “What is it?”

Carson put the ship over again lifting to circle around rather than set down. “The Wraith cruiser just started powering up.”

Rodney snapped around. “Why?”

“I don’t know, do I?” Carson said grimly. “But it’s not good news.”

Her shoulder did indeed feel better, Teyla thought, letting John help her put her jacket back on and taking up the Wraith stunner in her right hand. There was no question the muscles were torn, however. If and when they got back to Atlantis she no doubt had several weeks of anti-inflammatories and physical therapy ahead of her. When, not if, she corrected herself. Surely it would be possible. Surely, if Radek and Ronon had found them, with all of a strange world between them, anything might now be possible!

“Get down!” Ronon yelled from by the door, and Teyla flung herself behind one of the ornamental stalagmites that littered the floor of the steam room, Radek to her left and John to her right.

John was crouching on the grate of a big steam vent. He looked down doubtfully. “They can’t turn this back on, can they?” he said to Radek.

“Not a chance.” Radek shook his head. “We did a very thorough job, Ronon and I.”

A blue Wraith stun beam cut the air above the stone he sheltered behind, heralding the arrival of the Wraith. Beside the door, Ronon’s energy pistol spoke loud. Ronon was flattened against the wall beside the door, and ducked out to get off one shot. He pulled his head back in time before a barrage of blue fire answered.

“Four to six,” Teyla guessed aloud. “Based on the concentration of fire.”

John nodded, and she saw that he’d come to the same conclusion himself.

“There will be more,” Radek said. He looked decidedly scared. Teyla thought Radek was not used to being pinned down by enemy fire. It had not happened on the few occasions he had been offworld before.

She looked at John. “Is there a plan?”

He nodded sharply, his eyes on Ronon, waiting for a move that would cover him to get off a few shots. “We take the cruiser.”

Radek swore in Czech. “How do you think we will fly this Wraith cruiser?” he asked.

John glanced back and forth between them, Teyla with her Gift that allowed her to interface with Wraith technology, Radek with his knowledge of systems and the beginning of a reading knowledge of Wraith. Surely with their help he could figure out how to fly it. He believed he could fly anything. Unfortunately, she was uncertain whether or not that was true.

“We’ll manage between us,” John said. “Now let’s get out of here. Radek, stay back with Jitrine and the kids until we’ve cleared them out. Teyla, go left.”

“You do not have to tell me twice to stay,” Radek said fervently.

She waited until Ronon fired again, and then in the moment when the Wraith would assuredly have their heads down, dashed left and closer, to the shelter of a boulder nearer the door. As she dove behind it, she got off two sharp shots into the doorway. It was impossible to see what she might be shooting at, or if she’d hit anything, but at least fire from a different direction might confuse them.

One second, and John was moving, right and forward, to a new position. The stalagmites that had afforded the Wraith such pleasure as obstacles to the humans were now providing them with cover. Turn about was fair play. Not that Teyla ever cared much about playing fair.

Ronon glanced back, then with John covering him ducked out again. The stun beams narrowly missed him. They would have hit, if he had ducked out at full height, rather than with his head two feet lower than normal. He got off several shots before he got back.

The volume of fire had decreased markedly. One or perhaps two shooters were firing now. Teyla pegged another three shots through the doorway, but whether or not she hit anything was impossible to tell.

Ronon looked back at John again, and she saw his almost imperceptible nod. John rocked forward on the balls of his feet, ready to go. Ronon lunged for the doorway, John a step behind, going for the frame as Ronon threw himself flat just inside, laying down a thick barrage.

Teyla moved, left and forward again, coming to the edge of the doorframe under the cover of Ronon’s shots. So close to the Wraith. She barely even had to try to get a sense of them. She could hear them speaking mind to mind as though they were shouting.

Fall back! Fall back to the entrance and pick them off when they come out!

The Wraith Lord who commanded them had better sense than to get into a situation where his men must rush out of a narrow entrance against defenders. Better to turn it around. There was one exit from the maze. Sooner or later they would have to chance it. They would have to rush from a doorway against five or six times their number armed with energy weapons. There were no other options.

Or they might wait, stalemated. But even then sooner or later they would have to do something. There was no food in the labyrinth, though there was water aplenty. Sooner or later, the people in the maze would have to try to break out, and they would be waiting for them.

“Ronon!” Teyla shouted. “They are backing off!”

Ronon rolled out of the doorway, landing almost against her foot and getting swiftly to his feet. “How do you know?”

“I hear them,” she said.

He looked skeptical. Of course. Ronon did not entirely believe in her Gift, had not really seen her use it.

“John! The Wraith are withdrawing!” she yelled. Even on the other side, he should hear her.

He looked at her and nodded once, keeping up the occasional shot into the doorway.

The incoming fire from the Wraith dwindled, then finally ceased.

Teyla closed her eyes. A moment, a touch… She could risk so much. She would not have to go deep or far. They had pulled back to the entrance, one hapless spectator outside chosen to be fed upon so that a wounded man might regain his strength. She could feel the outside wind on her face, the bright sun cutting at last through scudding clouds…

“Teyla?” John was beside her, his hand on her sleeve. “Are you ok?”

She opened her eyes. He looked concerned and unshaven, but at least he was not wobbling on his feet. “They have pulled back outside, to the doorway. They know we have to come out that way, and then we will be emerging from a small space into a wide field of fire. They have us. This is not the first time someone has rebelled in the maze, though this is the first time anyone has reached the control room. They are uneasy. They do not know why this has happened, how someone could have known what to do.”

Beyond John, Radek looked decidedly self-satisfied.

John scratched his ear contemplatively, while Ronon cast glances through the door. He didn’t seem entirely confident in Teyla’s pronouncement of what the Wraith were doing.

John glanced over at Radek. “You’re absolutely positive there’s no way they can turn the traps back on?”

“Positive,” the scientist nodded.

“Do they know you turned everything off?”

Radek put his head to the side. “Almost certainly not. They would not have been able to see anything except this room on the cameras after I began. I did this room first, as you were in here, and then did the cameras before I moved on to the other systems. They would have lost the cameras first, and unless there is some sort of entirely independent secondary internal sensor system, which I doubt, they would have no way of getting any information from inside the labyrinth.”

John nodded slowly. “So they can’t see us or what we’re doing, track us, or tell what the status of their traps is.”

“Essentially, yes,” Radek said. “They may be able to reset some of the traps manually, like the pump for the water, but I think they would have to get to the pump room and do it from there. I have fragged the interfaces, as you would say.”

Ronon looked back at him. “What’s the plan?”

John nodded to the hallway. “We can’t go that way. They’re waiting for us, and we can’t get out through that kind of fire with three stunners. So we need to go another way.”

“What other way?”

Jitrine broke into a wide smile. “The door we came in!”

“Exactly,” John said. “It ought to be easy to go back up, with all the traps disabled and the lights on. We go back up to the courtyard of the palace, rush that door, and go for the cruiser.”

“That’s a plan,” Ronon said. “You know the way?”

John winced. “Teyla and I got here…kind of a roundabout way. Jitrine? Suua? Do you guys know how to get back up there?”

Suua nodded gravely. “We can retrace our steps.”

“I remember,” Nevin piped up. “I remember exactly.”

“Ok.” John picked up one of the fallen sticks and handed it to Suua. “Let’s go. Teyla?”

“I know. On six.” She couldn’t help but smile. Yes, they were still trapped in the labyrinth, but things were decidedly looking up.