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Still cuffed and sitting on his knees on the floor of the sacristy, Sam was growing visibly more and more uncomfortable as each second passed. The shooting had started a few moments ago which meant that what had been coming was already here. And if what he had seen in his vision was true, Sam knew there was no way in Hell they were going to be able to hold it off for long.

He and the other prisoners had already tried convincing the crew let them help, that they wanted to help. It'd failed. Granted, there were only a handful of them and it wasn't likely they would turn the tide, but they couldn't hurt.

But the crew didn't see it that way, and that was Sam's fault. And, now, people were in danger and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to help. All he could do was look up at Angua and Ghani with a pleading expression and hope that they realized how sincere he and the others were.

"You gotta let us free to help. Please," says Leela, still sweating from her vision. "Please. This is big. This is 'we're all gonna die' big. If we stay cuffed her, we won't be able to defend ourselves and we sure as hell won't be able to protect anybody else."

Their failed attempts at offering help only got Ronon frustrated and angry. The precognitions Sam and Leela had had down right spooked him. Then, as the sounds of fight broke out, his frustration and anger only intensified, and he could no longer be 'patient' about it.

"This is stupid! Let us help. All of our lives are at stake! Let us help before it's too late!!" A growl backed his yell and he started to struggle against his bindings. Unfortunately for Ronon, he couldn't reach his hidden knives.

Worf's response to their pleas was a silent glower. He hefted his phaser rifle and glanced towards the front of the building. All that gunfire wasn't good. It meant there were a lot of whatever was out there...

Angua listened to the chaos outside, her eyes looking more intense than normal. The scent, at the very least, was assaulting her nose and it made her feel like fainting.

She was getting the feeling that these zombies were different than the Ankh-Morpork zombies she was used to.

"They have a point, you know," she said to the other guards. "If those things get in here, they'll die too."

Spaurh was leaned against one of the walls, eyes shut as she tried to doze. She seemed to be utterly unphased by any of this.

"Do stop your whining. It's irritating and I'm trying to take a nap."

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Well, that's just great, Sam thought to himself, they're cuffed and restrained and utterly denied the right to fight for their own lives while this lazy @$$ is totally free and decides to take a friggin' nap?!?

"Look, goddammnit," he said, looking at each of his guards. "We're wasting time! They're not gonna be able to hold this place. There's too many of those things out there and they're just gonna keep coming and coming and coming until they get in.

"And when they do, that only leaves you with two options: waste even more time letting us go when it's already too damn late, or leave us here to die. Now, you can either live with that on your conscience or you can take a chance and let us help. But you better decide fast because we're running out of time."

Maybe it was the staggering odor of the dead assaulting her senses and clouding her judgment, or maybe it was the fact Sam actually had a point. Angua shook her head with a heavy sigh, and headed over to release Leela from her bonds.

"If the captains want somebody's head for this, it might as well be mine."

Worf glared at Sam. "Your legs are not impaired. If you need to run, you'll be able to." He looks over to Angua, shaking his head.

"I do not like it, but we must. For now. As long as they give their word to return to custordy when this is finished. " He turns his gaze back to Sam. "I will be next to you the entire time, Winchester. Don't try anything."

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"We're trapped in the Vatican and something out there is trying to kill us," Sam replied, looking up at the Klingon as he waited to be uncuffed. "The only thing I'm gonna try is to kill as many of those sons of b#@*%es as I can. And I'd love the help."

"So you know, they're zombies, whatever those are. They look like moving corpses," Shadow Link said, appearing at the entrance again after seeing what the situation was. Not that he knew what zombies WERE exactly, or what they did, but it did seem to freak out plenty of people. "So...should I be telling that Kirk guy we're making the prisoners recruits?"

"Do so. And what are zombies?" He raised an eyebrow as he bent to uncuff Sam.

"Walking corpses, basically. Though the ones I know of aren't a threat, it would seem they're different here," Angua said, working on uncuffing the other prisoners. "Smell about the same, though..."

She looked up at the messenger boy and nodded. "Also tell him that we will be keeping a close eye on all of them, and if any of them try anything funny I'll personally rip their throats out."

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"Tell him she won't have to," Sam interjected, looking directly at Angua with a sincere look on his face. He wasn't going to give them any trouble. None of them were.

He then turned to Worf. "All right, well, I'm ready when you are," he said, gesturing for the door to the basilica.

"That's what it looked like with the arms coming through the boards. Kind of mindless aggression, and very determined at that," Shadow Link said. He didn't seem to concerned. Then again, it was night.

And he did so well in the dark.

"Right. I'll go tell him that," he said and paused. "All of you can't come to the front. This is the escape route, remember? Gotta keep it clear." Just a helpful reminder and he was off running again to report to Kirk.

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"He's right," Sam nodded after the runner disappeared back out the door into the basilica. He glanced around at the group. "Leela, Xander, you wanna stay behind with Angua and Ghanima, hold down the fort? Maybe start getting some of the food and medical supplies moved into here. If the zombies get through the doors we won't have time to do it later. Bella, get to the doors, time to wolf-out and keep them closed as long as you can. Marcus, Ronon, get to the second floor and see if you can thin that crowd out a little."

He paused, looking over at Worf for a moment then back at the group. "But, first things first, we need to arm up, now."

"All right" Marcus says with a nod, rubbing his wrists. Zombies shouldn't be much of an issue, given that his brain was firmly encased in a skull made of coltan hyperalloy. Chances were pretty good that he wouldn't get infected, either... not that he was eager to find out.

Worf nodded.

"Follow me. The armory is this way." He turned to lead the way out of the Sacristy.

Ronon was finally freed from his bindings! ~~And he could have punched someone for his troubles.~~ Although he had no idea of what zombies were, the smell, the moaning and the heavy gunfire couldn't mean it was a good thing.

He nodded in reply to Sam's suggestion. He was ready to fight. But first to follow Worf and reacquaint himself with his gun. Then he could get down to business.

Xander got up, likewise rubbing his wrists, and looking to grab some weapons. He was a little annoyed at not going to the front line.

"Come on, coach, I can do zombies. We've had them back home too. I know what kills them. Fire and headshots."

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"I know you can," Sam said to Xander. He had no doubts about Harris' ability to fight zombies or vampires or any other monsters they might come up against. Sam was counting on them.

"Which is why we're gonna need someone back here who's got a lot of experience with them. If something happens to us out there, it's gonna be up to you," he said, trying to reassure him that he wasn't just being left behind.

"I need at least four of you to stay here," Angua said, gesturing to Xander and the others who'd volunteered. "This route needs to stay open."

She looked over at Worf and wrapped her hands tightly around the "gonne" she'd been given. "I'll stay here with them. I'll be more effective here.

Xander relented at that. Ok, he gets to be Key Guy again, fine by him. He went to check around the area for security, and got a gun ready to go.

"All right. I'll cover here, who wants to take the other points?"

The moment the chains are off, Bella surges up into Crinos form with a small growl.

"Yes," she barks in response when she's told to go to the door.

Door. She can do that.

She's already gone, loping off on all fours.

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