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<blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 1336901" data-attributes="member: 9167">Outside Warehouse 37 Las Vegas, Nevada0726 hours, June 3, 2003Lorelai wiped at her forehead with the back of her hand, trying to ignore the fact that her clothes were sticking to her and that every breath felt like she had stuck her head in an oven and inhaled.&nbsp; The heat certainly made thinking difficult.Snapping her finger at Durant, she spoke loudly in his direction.&nbsp; &quot;Hey!&nbsp; Navy boy!&nbsp; No one's going through that gate until we get an address.&nbsp; I could sit here for a couple of eons trying every combination until I hit the right one, but I don't think you want to end up as a possible heat source.&nbsp; I'm sure one of your superiors knows something about these prisoners of theirs.&nbsp; Maybe an address to send them back through?&quot;Her dark eyes landed on Andreev, the blackness of the orbs reflecting the flickering flames around them.&nbsp; &quot;What else do you know about the Stargate? From what I can see, this dialing device doesn't seem to have anything that allows it to store address information.&nbsp; Even if it did, the Nagas have been messing with this thing repeatedly enough to put a great deal of addresses in it.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="KitanaVorr, post: 1336901, member: 9167"] [i]Outside Warehouse 37 Las Vegas, Nevada 0726 hours, June 3, 2003[/i] Lorelai wiped at her forehead with the back of her hand, trying to ignore the fact that her clothes were sticking to her and that every breath felt like she had stuck her head in an oven and inhaled. The heat certainly made thinking difficult. Snapping her finger at Durant, she spoke loudly in his direction. "Hey! Navy boy! No one's going through that gate until we get an address. I could sit here for a couple of eons trying every combination until I hit the right one, but I don't think you want to end up as a possible heat source. I'm sure one of your superiors knows something about these prisoners of theirs. Maybe an address to send them back through?" Her dark eyes landed on Andreev, the blackness of the orbs reflecting the flickering flames around them. "What else do you know about the Stargate? From what I can see, this dialing device doesn't seem to have anything that allows it to store address information. Even if it did, the Nagas have been messing with this thing repeatedly enough to put a great deal of addresses in it." [/QUOTE]

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