SG1-09 Roswell by Whitelaw Sonny & Fallon Jennifer

Author:Whitelaw, Sonny & Fallon, Jennifer [Whitelaw, Sonny & Fallon, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction
ISBN: 9781905586042
Publisher: Fandemonium Book
Published: 2007-06-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Holding the sodden towel firmly in place against her patient’s head, hoping to hide the fact that his injury was minor, Sam frowned at the approaching MPs. She allowed her dog tags to hang down the front of her blouse. With their rubber silencers removed, they should look enough like their 1947 counterparts for her to get away with the subterfuge if nobody looked too closely.

“Gotta start teaching your boys to look where they’re going,” Dennis said to the first MP.

A grizzle-faced sergeant came around to the side of the ambulance and barked at the motorcyclist, “Parker! What the hell did I tell you about keeping your eyes open, boy?” Shaking his head, his eyes dropped to Sam’s dog tags. “Got yourself a pretty nurse, though. Guess you ain’t so dumb after all.” Turning to the guard box, he yelled, “Open up.”

While Sam was relieved the ruse had worked, given the level of secrecy that had surrounded the Manhattan Project, and the fact that Roswell currently housed the only atom bombs in the world, the lapse in security was alarming. Perhaps 1947 really was, as some historians opined, a brief halcyon moment between WWII and the fledgling Communist paranoia.

Dennis backed the ambulance up to the emergency entrance of the hospital. Parked beside them were three of the windowless boxy military ambulances that had formed part of the convoy that had just passed through town. If Teal’c was right, and so far he had been, then one of these ambulances had carried the surviving Asgard from the primary crash site at the foot of the Capitan Mountains. The others had brought in the remains of the clones from the Corona site.

Two MPs were standing at the back of one ambulance, looking pale and scared and apparently uncaring that a civilian ambulance had just pulled up beside them.

Dennis didn’t seem to notice as he came around and opened the rear door. The front gate must have notified someone that they were coming, as two orderlies were waiting to unload the injured motorcyclist.

“Hey, Glenn,” one of them said, offering Sam an appraising look as he climbed into the ambulance. “Gotcha self a new assistant?”

“I’m Lieutenant Carter,” Sam replied stepping outside into the cooler air. “I’ve just transferred in from Los Alamos.” She glanced across at one of the military ambulances and saw that the doors were open.

The guard snapped to attention. “Yes, ma’am.”

The orderlies lifted out the stretcher carrying the injured Parker, careful not to dislodge the bloodied towel Sam had wadded under this head. She was about to suggest an MRI, remembered that they wouldn’t exist for another quarter of a century, and instead said, “He may have a fractured skull and broken nose.” She tried to angle herself so that she could see past the nervous MPs.

Unfortunately, Dennis also was curious. His attempts to peer inside the military ambulance obscured Sam’s line of sight and drew unwanted attention from the guards, who eyed Dennis suspiciously. Still, she caught a glimpse

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