The mission had gone pretty well, thought Ylva. Quick in, seamless deployment and just as quickly out. The lack of significant collateral damage was a minor boon. 'Hardly a necessity.' Vanja thought silently. 'indeed.' Ylva thought back. 'No one will find it odd with another group of deaths in the ongoing Ebola epidemic. And its another potential future problem removed.' The operation had been so simple that Ylva suspected they could easily have managed it without her direct involvement, but she supposed it was better to obey, now that her true mission might finally be close to achievement.
After taking a minute to make sure that there were none within sight or following her, she triggered the extraction burst transmitter, and there was a flash of light as she was beamed away from that secluded alley deep in the poorest section of Conakry, Guinea. If, against all likelihood, anyone had observed her entering the dead-end alley, none of them would be able to offer a reliable description of her. Not that she would be within reach of anyone on this world for a good while very soon.
She had no idea if she was beamed aboard a ship or through one of the orbital beam satellites she'd heard rumors about, for when she emerged seemingly instantly in a new place, it appeared to be back on Earth, in a specialized post-op room. Rapidly stripping off both the disguise and the undergarments beneath, dropping the garments in the open bin near the wall, then stepping into the decontamination chamber. She had naturally not spilled any of the virus on herself, but you were never too careful when it came to lethal pathogens. The clothes would naturally all be incinerated. Ylva breathed in and out slowly as the decontamination chamber went through the necessary cycles.
Once that process was complete, she stepped out on the other side and drew on the clothes lying ready. A small monitor on the desk gave her all the information she would need. She would be beamed as close to the SGC as was possible with the anti-beaming technology installed in that facility, then ferried down to the stargate for the journey to the Catherine Langford within the hour. “They certainly did not waste any time there...” she murmured beneath her breath. In their mind, Vanja chuckled. Of course, Asgard beaming technology did make such deployment far easier. It had, she knew well, also simplified operations like the one she had just been on far easier. While it is hard enough to trace pathogens to begin with, this became virtually impossible when the trail disappeared into thin air in a secluded alley.
~| One hour, twelve minutes and ten seconds later |~
The passage through the Stargate was odd, Ylva thought. She had Vanja's memories of countless other trips through the gate, but shared memories are far from the same as the real deal. That also helped her show the appropriate expression on her face upon exiting the other side of the Stargate. She looked around the Langford gateroom. It wasn't big, but it was spacious enough for a decent-sized crew to get ready for departure. A quick look also revealed several suspicious slits in the walls, where one might find a well-armed soldier or three behind. It was also impossible to see how well-armored the wall was, or if one or more of the concealed rooms contained automated weapons. Turning around, she also spotted such slits diagonally behind the gate. Combined with the ability to plug the gate, it was obvious that they took ample precautions when it came to gate security. She certainly approved of this.
Someone she did not immediately recognize waved for her to follow, and she was led to the small room that would be her quarters for the duration of her stay on the ship. As all her clothes and equipment had already been transported up to the ship before its departure, she did not have anything on aside from her shipboard jumpsuit, with nothing in her hands. While she felt a bit naked without a weapon, that could be remedied soon enough. If nothing else, she could find a place or seven to hide throwing knives and darts, both lethal and non-lethal. She'd have to judge out what sort of person the ship's commander was, whether she approved of personnel going about visibly armed.
Following the process of organizing her quarters, she swallowed a single pill of the naquadah dampener she had assembled before the mission, knowing that there would be individuals aboard capable of sensing the naquadah in her blood. Only then did she feel ready to inspect the lab.
After taking a minute to make sure that there were none within sight or following her, she triggered the extraction burst transmitter, and there was a flash of light as she was beamed away from that secluded alley deep in the poorest section of Conakry, Guinea. If, against all likelihood, anyone had observed her entering the dead-end alley, none of them would be able to offer a reliable description of her. Not that she would be within reach of anyone on this world for a good while very soon.
She had no idea if she was beamed aboard a ship or through one of the orbital beam satellites she'd heard rumors about, for when she emerged seemingly instantly in a new place, it appeared to be back on Earth, in a specialized post-op room. Rapidly stripping off both the disguise and the undergarments beneath, dropping the garments in the open bin near the wall, then stepping into the decontamination chamber. She had naturally not spilled any of the virus on herself, but you were never too careful when it came to lethal pathogens. The clothes would naturally all be incinerated. Ylva breathed in and out slowly as the decontamination chamber went through the necessary cycles.
Once that process was complete, she stepped out on the other side and drew on the clothes lying ready. A small monitor on the desk gave her all the information she would need. She would be beamed as close to the SGC as was possible with the anti-beaming technology installed in that facility, then ferried down to the stargate for the journey to the Catherine Langford within the hour. “They certainly did not waste any time there...” she murmured beneath her breath. In their mind, Vanja chuckled. Of course, Asgard beaming technology did make such deployment far easier. It had, she knew well, also simplified operations like the one she had just been on far easier. While it is hard enough to trace pathogens to begin with, this became virtually impossible when the trail disappeared into thin air in a secluded alley.
~| One hour, twelve minutes and ten seconds later |~
The passage through the Stargate was odd, Ylva thought. She had Vanja's memories of countless other trips through the gate, but shared memories are far from the same as the real deal. That also helped her show the appropriate expression on her face upon exiting the other side of the Stargate. She looked around the Langford gateroom. It wasn't big, but it was spacious enough for a decent-sized crew to get ready for departure. A quick look also revealed several suspicious slits in the walls, where one might find a well-armed soldier or three behind. It was also impossible to see how well-armored the wall was, or if one or more of the concealed rooms contained automated weapons. Turning around, she also spotted such slits diagonally behind the gate. Combined with the ability to plug the gate, it was obvious that they took ample precautions when it came to gate security. She certainly approved of this.
Someone she did not immediately recognize waved for her to follow, and she was led to the small room that would be her quarters for the duration of her stay on the ship. As all her clothes and equipment had already been transported up to the ship before its departure, she did not have anything on aside from her shipboard jumpsuit, with nothing in her hands. While she felt a bit naked without a weapon, that could be remedied soon enough. If nothing else, she could find a place or seven to hide throwing knives and darts, both lethal and non-lethal. She'd have to judge out what sort of person the ship's commander was, whether she approved of personnel going about visibly armed.
Following the process of organizing her quarters, she swallowed a single pill of the naquadah dampener she had assembled before the mission, knowing that there would be individuals aboard capable of sensing the naquadah in her blood. Only then did she feel ready to inspect the lab.