Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Stargate: SG1 nor Knight Rider (2008). This is my first published fan-fiction.
Chapter One
General Hank Landry sat at his desk at Stargate Command, reviewing the morning briefings and emails. He was deeply concerned about the latest developments with the Ba'al clones that had infiltrated Earth. It was bad enough having to deal with one Ba'al, after he had taken over the fleet and resources from Anubis.
Now that the Replicators had leveled the playing field somewhat, Ba'al had decided on a new tactic, and created clones of himself to wreak havoc across the galaxy, each one with his sly devious nature, arrogance, and craving for power. General Landry considered it a top priority to recover these Ba'al clones on Earth before they could do too much damage.
As he was going over the briefings on the locations of the Ba'al clones, his phone rang.
"General you have a call from Home World Command," came the voice of Chief Master Sergeant Walter Harriman. "Fine Walter, go ahead and put it through."
"This is Landry."
"General, how are things?" asked his superior, General Jack O'Neill of Home World Command.
"General, good to hear from you. I was just going over some of the mission briefs on capturing these Ba'al clones," replied Landry.
"Lost some of your Ba'als have you?" replied O'Neill, tongue firmly in cheek.
"Yes, they can be quite slippery, if you're not careful," Landry said, knowing how Jack liked to use humor even in the most dire of circumstances.
"On that note, I have something for you. We have decided to enlist some local help, as it were, in recovering some of the Ba'al clones, since there are a lot of them, and you have to keep your SG teams running their normal off-world operations as well as capturing the Ba'als. So, we are going to bring in a private team. They are called the Knight Foundation. They are a top notch group, worked with the FBI and NSA before, and they have top level clearance. They will still need to sign the standard NDA, blah blah, you know the drill. They do have an interesting ace up their sleeve, that could come in handy, especially since these Ba'al clones are stuck on Earth."
"Knight Foundation? I think we have dealt with them before. Dr. Graiman if I recall, he is a top scientist in the field of artificial intelligence?"
"The same. However Dr. Charles Graiman is unfortunately no longer with us, his daughter, Dr. Sarah Graiman, is in charge. You will be speaking with her, and her operative Michael Knight. I've sent the pertinent info to Walter."
There was a knock on Landry's door.
"Come in." Landry answered.
Walter Harriman entered, bearing several file folders.
"Sir, the files on the Knight Foundation, sent by General O'Neill."
"Oh, thank you Walter, right on time."
Walter handed the big stack of file folders to Landry.
O'Neill, overhearing this on the phone, responded, "Good old Walter, he has what you need even before you know you need it. Man, I miss having him around. These guys and gals in Washington are alright but they never quite get it just right."
"You miss the chair, don't you Jack?" Landry said, with a smile.
"Oh yes, of course I do. However they can do comfortable chairs here in D.C., that is one perk I won't ever regret. Well, I will let you get to your meetings. Bring in Sarah Graiman and Michael Knight, give them the brief tour, any equipment they might need, and get them out there after some of those Ba'als. Good luck General."
"Thank you General." Landry hung up the phone, and started to review the reports on the Knight Foundation and its personnel.
Dr. Sarah Graiman sat at her desk, in her office at Knight Foundation headquarters. It is housed in a large former airship hangar somewhere in southern California. It was somewhat more sparse now that they were running things on their own, without the FBI and other government agencies working directly with them. It also made some things a little more difficult.
However Sarah's father, Dr. Charles Graiman, now deceased, had put his faith in her and her team, and knew that she would carry on the mission that was started by Wilton Knight so many years ago.
Zoe and Billy, their technicians and mechanics, were at their computers in the main office area, while Michael Knight, their field operative was in his quarters resting. His car, also his partner in the field, the artificially intelligent Knight Industries Three Thousand, was parked in its usual spot on the diagnostic turntable.
While Zoe was running some diagnostics on KITT's systems, pouring over data from their most recent mission, an incoming video conference notification appeared on her computer.
She checked the info on it, and noticed it was from someone high up in the US Air Force, and it was directed to Sarah.
"Sarah, there's and incoming video call for you, some bigwig from the Air Force."
"OK thanks, transfer it in here," replied Sarah.
As Zoe transferred the video call Sarah quickly checked to make sure her video camera on top of her monitor was centered, and smoothed her blouse self-consciously, before clicking on the button to accept the video call.
On the screen appeared a distinguished if somewhat relaxed looking military man, wearing what looked like a more casual fatigues type uniform, with 2 stars on the shoulders making him a Major General. He smiled jovially at her, and introduced himself.
"Good afternoon, my name is General Jack O'Neill, United States Air Force. You are Dr. Sarah Graiman, I presume?"
"Yes General O'Neill, I am. I must admit I find it interesting such a high ranking officer would call, in most of our dealings with the government, we speak to the staff first."
Jack smiled and waved his hand at her in a playful manner, "Oh sure most of the higher-ups would rather have people swim through layers of bureaucratic nonsense, but I myself prefer the more direct approach. Especially when dealing with matters this important. Oh and please, call me Jack."
"Of course, Gen- er I mean, Jack. How can we help you today?" Sarah responded.
"Well you see, we have a mission for you. From what I understand your firm has worked with the government many times before, mostly the FBI, but also the military. This mission, at the core, is not too different from a few others you have done, essentially you need to catch a couple bad guys, alive. However there are some particulars about this case that are, shall we say, a bit different."
"Different? How so?" Sarah asked.
"I can't discuss those pesky particulars over video chat, so therefore you will be contacted shortly by my point-man General Hank Landry. He will arrange a meeting with you, and if you accept the mission, provide support. Let me say this, if you do this, it will be well worth it, and your country will thank you."
"Well Jack, this certainly does sound interesting, but it also sounds a bit unusual compared to the other government contracts we have done. This also doesn't sound like typical Air Force business, if you don't mind my saying."
Jack looked down briefly and smiled, then responded, "Yes, it is not typical Air Force business, I suppose. I am actually the Director for the Homeworld Security department, and this matter we are bringing you in on falls under my jurisdiction."
Sarah considered this for a moment, then caught the difference in what he said.
"Excuse me, Jack, but did you just say Home-WORLD Security?"
"Yes, yes I did. I can't tell you more really, until you meet with General Landry. He will explain everything. Let me just finish by saying we would really appreciate the help your firm could provide. We wouldn't be bringing this to firms like yours unless it was important, and we need this done quickly. Expect a call from General Landry soon."
Sarah was hooked now, but it seemed apparent she would not be able to get more information from General O'Neill, so she responded, "OK, we will speak with General Landry then. Thanks for bringing this to us, Jack. Goodbye."
"Alright, bye bye now."
General O'Neill disconnected the video chat. Sarah stared at the computer screen some more, thinking about what he had said. She decided that whatever this mysterious mission was, it was well worth at least hearing what this General Landry had to say.
Sarah was about to call Michael in the private quarters area, when another incoming video chat request appeared, also bearing originating information from the US Air Force.
She clicked on the button again to start the video chat.
This time on the screen appeared a more strict, down-to-business looking man, also a Major General with 2 stars on each shoulder, though he was wearing the more formal uniform she was used to seeing higher ranked officers wear, complete with the insignia and awards rack.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Graiman. I am General Hank Landry of the SGC. I take it that General O'Neill has already been in contact with you?"
"Yes, General he has, and in fact my curiosity is admittedly peaked. We are very interested in hearing what you have to say about this mission you need our help with," Sarah replied.
"Good, I am glad to hear it. We will make arrangements for you, and your operative Michael Knight, to be transported here for the mission briefing. We will require you to sign a standard Non-Disclosure Agreement, and I must remind you that everything relating to this mission, and my command, is classified top-secret. We have already checked to make sure both you and your team's clearances are up to date, and they are. I cannot stress enough how important it is to maintain the secrecy of this operation."
Sarah nodded to the General and replied, "I understand General, we have worked with government agencies before, and we always make certain to observe the established security protocols."
"Alright, in that case, we will dispatch a plane to pick you up and bring you here. Since it would obviously be too difficult to bring your AI controlled vehicle along, we will provide a secure audio and video feed to make sure it has all the relevant mission data as well," said Landry.
"Thank you General, we look forward to meeting with you then."
"See you soon, and be sure to keep an open mind."
Sarah looked at him with a quizzical expression briefly, then smiled.
"OK, goodbye."
Sarah closed out the chat program, thinking to herself, 'What have I gotten myself into now?'
End of Chapter One