Skye dodged another direction to avoid the old turret, pulled out her SG9 Raptor and racked a round in the chamber, then dashing from one side of the hall to the next in a zigzag movement to get under the turret, then put a well-placed burst through the turret's optical sensor and another through the turret's mechanical center. The turret sparked, hissed, and died.
"Are you lot done, or am I just that invisible?" the cloaked dragon outside asked over the team radio.
Skye froze on hearing the man's voice. "James...?" she asked.
"Don't you trust your own ears, Skye?" the dragon asked back.
"It... it can't be you... it can't be... you're--" Skye began.
"--Dead?" the dragon finished. "I came close to it; closer than I'd like. But then, you knew that - you always knew. It is why you never took it off."
"No," Skye said, her voice shaking. "You can't be him. You're not him."
"If you don't trust your ears, then trust your eyes. Come outside; see for yourself," the dragon urged.