Challenge response: EFC & Trek are owned by other people.  I’m just playing in their sandbox.

"I can’t believe you actually did that!"  Julianne Belman watched in horror as the tall woman, her exact double, systematically destroyed receptacle after receptacle of Skrill babies.  "You’re resistance, aren’t you?"

"I don’t have time for this."

"Who are you?"

"Chapel.  Now, make yourself useful."  She handed Belman a weapon and began to stack boxes against the door.  "It’s going to get very ugly very fast."

Dr. Belman stepped between Chapel and her work.  She was not about to let this nutcase destroy all the work she’d done in the past few years.  "Look,I am not doing a damn thing until you tell me what’s going on."  Outside the door, a storm stirred up the dust.

"We have one chance to do this right, Julianne.  One chance."

Belman stood stubbornly, refusing to budge.

Chapel shook her head.  "Okay.  Small words.  Talons.  Bad.  Jaridians. Bad."  She pointed to a window on her left.  "Tornado.  About to hit."

Julianne paled.  "How do you know that?"

"Ever watch Dr. Who?"

"Sure, as a kid."

Chapel tapped a small device strapped to her wrist.  "Consider this a mini-TARDIS."  She placed a single hand on Belman’s shoulder.  "I can’t tell you any more.  I know who you are.  I know what you’re trying to do. And I know for a fact that if we work this right, a lot of things will happen that you want to happen.  If we don’t….well, let’s just say that you wouldn’t look that great bald. Okay?"

Belman felt a cold knot in the pit of her stomach.  "How do I know I can

"How do I know that I can trust you?"

"I just killed two dozen living creatures, and let you live.  What more do you want?"

What more did she want?  Belman knew she’d taken a risk throwing her hand in with the resistance.  Every day was another step closer to discovery. She’d stayed alive this long by trusting her instinct.  And her instincts told her Chapel was serious.  "What do you want me to do?"

Chapel grinned ferociously.  "A hovercraft is going to appear on that horizon in just two minutes.  We need to stall them for at least three."

"And then?"

"And then, we beam the hell out of here and let them find our little present."  Chapel placed a device on the floor just in front of the barricade she’d created.  "Boom."

"Why?"

"Because on that hovercraft is a person who, if allowed to live, will usher in the worst possible era in human history.  And I don’t want that to happen."

Belman nodded and did as she was told.

Time stood still.  Time flew.  Two minutes passed.  Gun play.  Blistering shoulder wound.  Enough time?  Enough?  Chapel nodded.  Two and a half minutes.  Sound of wind, like a train, ripped through the night.  The door flew open, boxes scattered.  Belman felt the world dissolve around her as she watched Liam Kincaid walk straight into the waiting trap.

It was the last thing she saw.

END