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With things more or less, back to normal, Daniel resumed the briefing minus a few additional bodies. He knew that Molly was tending to Tara, and that May and Chris had presumably gone in that direction as well. Rodney was working on finding a way to dampen down Tara and hopefully the Doctor would be able to provide assistance in that endeavor as well. Faith was assigned to Isabel duty and he trusted that Molly and Chris would be able to keep an eye on May. As helpful as the young woman and the Winchester boys had been thus far, he still wasn't ready to lower his guard completely.

"So, who wants to go back to the beach and who wants to drop in on Camp Serenity?" Daniel asked. They'd made watch rotas, decided on whom was going to take inventory of what rooms and how to reorganize. A preliminary claim to rooms had been made, although there were still some rooms free and empty, and some people were indecisive. By unspoken, but somehow mutual decision, Daniel, the Doctor, Blaise, Jon and Locke had decided that the four new arrivals – Dean, Sam, May and Isabel – would not be left alone until they were sure of them. The Doctor had implied in last night's meeting in the control room that the first three so far hadn't seemed to lie to them and seemed trustworthy, but better to err on the side of caution. Once they delved into DHARMA's computer files, they'd have more information.

"It would probably be a good idea to send the jeep to the beach, and take advantage of more … extraordinary means … to get to Serenity," Daniel added. "I'm sure that people will want some of their personal items brought back from the beach and the caves, and the jeep has cargo space."

[Sam] Reacting (Open)

Date: 2006-08-28 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starborn-scribe.livejournal.com
Sam instinctively dropped to the ground and drew his handgun after the first shot rang out. Now partially under the dining table, he looked round the sea of legs and others diving to the floor for both the shooter and Dean. (He left with Jess-- the new girl. Fuck!)

Since the only non-human cover was one of the overturned chairs, Sam reached for the nearest one. He couldn't make it without further exposing himself, and more shots were being fired and something was snarling. (Snarling?!)

That did it. Sam didn't care if he risked turning into a psycho like Max. He had to protect these people and most of all his brother, and he couldn't do it if he were shot. The chair shuddered, then slid to his outstretched hand. He scrambled behind it and took aim over the seat. The last thing he'd expected to see was Ripley, bleeding from multiple wounds, with one hand wrapped around the brainwashed guy's throat. Steam curled up from wherever the blood touched -- including the shooter. His screams were blood-curdling.

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