MGM own SGA, obviously. This is a edited update of previous intro.
"We are here, Miss Gale, to make you an offer," Richard Woosley leaned forward in his seat. "One from which we believe everyone may benefit." He scrutinized the woman in front of them.
Martha Gale slouched before the IOA like a youth. Orange overalls hung off her tiny frame and untempered brown hair obscured one eye. She seem more pathetic than threatening.
Her mouth barely moved when she spoke, but the words came out cold and clear. "State your proposition."
"The IOA has been informed of your role in Project Catholicon. We are currently conducting an operation of similar delicacy." Woosley paused for a moment, pushing his glasses further up his nose. "We understand you initiated a treaty between several human and Unspecie populations, enforcedd consequence where this treaty was breached andm according to our records, began developing a medical treatment for a contagion known as vampirism. Am I correct?"
He continued when she did not resposne. "We require your service in dealing with a similar Unspecies, and more specifically, air our personel in the development of a similar antidote. In return, we will clear any outstanding charges against your name and your family. Would you be willing to consider a contract?"
"Define family?"
"All persons related to you by blood or law."
"My cousin?"
He nodded.
"And long term legal immunity?"
Woosley's eye narrowed as his skimmed the files on the desk in front of him. "There is possibility for negotiation."
The woman inclined her head to the side, as if responding to an unseen speaker. "I was unsuccessful in acquiring such a treatment before. What make you think this will be different?"
This was going to be easier than expected. "We will provide all the necessary equipment, with a fully funding laboratory. A generous budget. In addition, you will be assisted by our top bioengineer."
"Sound's lovely. What's the catch?"
"No catch; no strings... only that your subject is your assistant."
"The engineer?"
"Correct."
She lifted her head, meeting his gaze for the first time during their meeting. He thought her eyes would look colder, but she only appeared amused.
"So if I accidentally kill my patient, I destroy my greatest resource?"
"Not only yours, but ours too. I'm sure you realize how that would reflect on yourself. They will of course, be monitored and guarded at all times."
A low, hollow chuckle cut through the room."Tell me, Mr. Woosley, have you read my file?"
He straightened. "Of course, as supplied by Mr. Chapman here, compliments of the British-"
"My comprehensive file. I suggest you read it. You'll understand my conditions better than way."
"Conditions? I thought you'd want to discuss further payment?"
"Further payment won't be necessary. All I ask if confidentially for my patient - that he isn't guarded, monitored or recorded by anyone other than myself whilst our work is being conducted." She smiled sweetly at him, pushing her hair from her face.
Woosley nearly gaped in surprise. He heard several committee members gasp. He recovered clearing his throat.
"How do we know we can trust you?"
She grinned back with a mouth full of point teeth. "You tell me. After all," Miss Gale leaned forward this time, so he could see every crease of her empty socket and whispered, "You're the ones that need my help."
"I will have a contract drawn up and sent shortly," Woosley replied, reorganized his files with some vigor.
The woman didn't appear to be listening; Miss Gale was halfway out the door when she turned around. "Oh, and it might pay to give a copy of my file to Col. Carter. It was a pleasure doing business." And with one last toothy beam, she disappeared though the door.
Chairman Strom twisted around in his seat. "Why did you inform her of the alien's gender and the identity," he spat the word, flecks of spit hitting the side of Woosley's face, "of a commanding officer?!"
Richard Woosley sighed. "That's just it," he replied quietly, "No one did." He glanced towards the doorway. That was trouble, right there.