Who: John Sheppard and Michael Kenmore Where: 107B Building C When: Tuesday afternoon What: There's a situation
You have GOT to be kidding me, he told himself again, possibly for the hundredth time as he ran over to building C. The second John had seen that name on the journals, his blood had started to run cold. Sure, he'd hoped someone from Altantis would come, but this was not at all what he had expected, nor what he wanted. Michael wouldn't help anything, he was just going to cause a lot of headaches.
A lot of headaches.
The man was a Wraith, for crying out loud!
And he would go back to being a Wraith if he didn't get his injections every day. This place might be all fancy and high-tech when it came to grabbing people from different times and places, but the odds that they would be able to provide him with Beckett's formula were terribly slim.
Taking the stairs two and three at a time, John ran up to 107B (in building C) and knocked on the door, stepping back a few paces just to be safe. Who knew how far along his transformation Michael was.