Disclaimer- I don't own Stargate, if i did.... things would be different

This is the first part to a fanfiction i started a few years ago, and have now expanded it to three completed parts with another almost complete. This is actually Version two as my writing skills have improved since i started.... and i knew i could get the earlier work up to my current level before i was to show it off.

While this is ultimately a fanfic series full of OC's... i will be including a number of 'friends'.... and maybe even answer a few unfinished storylines that have been left hanging sincce SG:-1 (And maybe SG:A) finished.

As a Family show, Stargate has always stayed mild in reference to swearing and the such..... and while i've not written a gory sex-infested swear-fest, my fic's do include a smattering of the F-word. Also. as i've written three parts already.... there's not really anything i can change without forcing a major re-write of everything.

Constructive Crits are welcome.... Hope you enjoy

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Flt Lt. James Johnston was confused. Hot and confused.

Thirty six hours earlier he and the rest of his three man Hercules transport crew were instructed to board an unmarked Learjet where they would receive new orders... These orders had sent them to a deserted part of the Groome Lake facility in Nevada USA, better known as Area 51.

Well, almost deserted. A single hut stood a few meters away from where the Colonel stood.

'We ve come all this way for this?' Flt Off Richard McLaren poked his head round the back of the hut as he called out. At 27 Richard had joined as a teenager and risen through the rankings with ease, something a few higher ups had expressed surprise at. As part of James flight crew Richard had received a great deal of teaching from the older man and had turned down two separate offers of his own aircraft and flight crew to stay in the team.

Pushing his dark sunglasses up his nose Richard ran his hand through his short brown hair. At just over 6 foot Richard looked lanky, his slim-ish frame hiding a toned physique that Richard liked to maintain.

'Looks that way Rich,' Flt Off Louise (Lou) Sahara replied before sipping from a small water bottle. Three years older than Richard Louise sat as co-pilot to James, while Richard was the crew s navigator and part time cargo master. Just shy of 5 6 Louise had also joined as a young woman and, like Richard, had risen swiftly through the RAF ranking system.

Being a woman in the mainly male RAF Louise had suffered a few claims of unfair promotion and had heard a number of claims she d slept her way to her current rank. Happily she had proven the detractors wrong by doing what she d wanted to do since she was 8, Fly.

Retying her raven black hair into the ponytail she wore on duty Lou chuckled as she watched Richard circling the small hut. Like Richard the rigors of a military life kept her body slim and in shape. Long toned legs ending in a pert butt didn t help to stop the rumors, but Lou had long since ignored the sly comments sent her way.

'Well whatever it is we ve been sent here for,' James looked around at the flat desert landscape, 'We re two people short, General Jack O Neill and a Colonel Samantha Carter of the USAF.'

James was the eldest of the three at 37, and looked it. His short black hair was thinning at the back of his head and rapidly departing from his forehead. His muscular physique and his height of only 5 9 portrayed him as a larger man than he d like to be. To his pleasure he was quite capable of running longer, faster and quicker than most of the younger ranks, Richard and Lou included.

Tipping his blue cap up slightly James turned to the hut as the single door swung open, expelling the two officers he d just mentioned.

'Told ya they d be here already Carter,' Major General Jack O Neill smirked at the younger blonde woman.

'Yes Sir,' Colonel Samantha Carter sighed, though the grin she wore on her face stayed put.

'Flt Lt, Flt Off, Flt Off,' Jack looked over at the three Britons. 'I trust your flight over was enjoyable?'

'Yes Sir.' James responded automatically and was echoed by Lou and Richard.

'Permission to speak freely General?' Lou asked tentatively. 'But why are we standing in the middle of nowhere next to a shed?'

'Funny you should ask,' Jack said grinning before glancing at Carter and tipping his head in their general direction.

'The maneuvers your transport made during the SAM missile ambush in Afghanistan last week have brought you three to our attention. We believe that you are prime candidates for the -306 program.'

'The what Ma am?' Richard frowned as James spoke up.

'You all signed the NDA s on the jet?' O Neill looked at the team before him and smiled as he received three nods, 'Good. What I m about to show you falls directly under the terms in those NDA s.'

'Follow us,' General O Neill turned and re-entered the small hut. Once the rest of the group had entered and the doors closed O Neill typed a five digit code into a keypad on the wall and then added a 2 and a 0.

Abruptly the small room shifted and the occupants became aware of a rapid drop.

'What the hell have you got us into this time James?' Lou muttered as the lift slowed to a gentle halt and the doors began to open.

''Where are we?'' Richard gaped at the scene before the group.