Company man.

Chapter 1- Captain Andrews

Warning some strong language

The pain spreads slow and steady engulfing my arm and chest in its flameless fire. I felt the air leave my lungs as I land on the cold hard floor. My only instinct was to crawl away from the sound of gun fire and explosions. The blood flowed freely from the ragged hole in my shoulder and I roared in frustration and pain, as I pulled myself closer to the active gate.

All of a sudden all everything I had been taught and everything I had experienced deserted me as the pain drove me insane. I finally collapsed my head swimming and I look up at the sky. The sky there was odd, it has an greenish tint and a gas giant was visible above me. I don't know how long I lay there before I saw felt some ones strong hand start pulling me towards the gate.

I never did find out who dragged me through, but they did and some how I made it. My shoulder was shot after that, several expensive surgeries later, my shoulder aches almost all the time, but especially in the rain. The Marines and the SGC gave me a good luck and farewell leaving me with out a job for the first time since I was eighteen. That's when shit really got interesting.

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I make my way up the stairs to my crappy apartment in the middle of a really crappy part of town, my faithful pit-bull "Charles" at my side. I had gone out to get some milk and dog food, it was far too late to be out in this neighborhood but what can you do.

I was at the front door when I noticed that it had been unlocked and was slightly ajar. I give Charles a hand signal to stay, and I take my my Barretta out of its holster and got ready to enter my home. My shoulder was aching but I ignored it and I walked in. I swept the entrance and the small kitchen finding nothing I move the the last enclosed space the bathroom.

Suddenly I hear the toilet flush and the sink go on as someone washed up. "I am coming out but you really don't need the gun." Said a voice from the other side of the door before I heard the knobb turned. In the doorway stood was an older man starting to push sixty, with thinning blond hair, and the evidence of his easy living was obvious all over him. The expensive looking charcoal suit looked just a touch too tight, and his second chin rolled over the top of his collar.

"Hi, I am Max." He said smiling ad expending a hand, his smile was too wide giving "Max" a look like a fat crocodile. I kept my weapon painted at this chest "Hello, Max. Why are you in my f*cking house?" Max simply shrugged "had to use the bathroom and I got tired of waiting for you down stairs, I hope you don't mind" he said keeping his hands up and not moving too much.

"Why where you waiting for me?" I asked my shoulder aching from holding my weapon in the same position for so long. "Yes I was, I am going to reach into my pocket slowly and give u my card." he did as he said and handed me a small white business card with "Maxwell Jeremiah Craig, recruiting specialist."

"I am here to recruit you, we think you are perfect to head up a special project." I was now truly confused. "So you broke in to give me a job?" The fat man shook his head "No I am here to offer you a job, I broke into piss. Weren't you listening?"

"Stupid me."

"Its okay your a Marine, you guys don't need brains."

"I still have a gun."

"How about I just tell you about the job huh?"

I shook my head and motioned him to sit in the big reclining chair in the main room, that acted as my bedroom and living room. The fat crocodile dropped into the chair and got comfy. "This is nice, I always want to get one but I never know if its really worth it." I gave him a cross look and shrugged "Sorry, I have a tendency to go on." he cleared his throat "Now that the president has declassified the Stargate program a week ago, our economy has skyrocketed. All of a sudden new industries are popping up everywhere. This is the greatest opportunity for profit the world has seen since the industrial revolution. There is only one problem, The SGC still controls who gets the tech and when they get it." I put up one hand to stop him, "And let me guess some people don't want to wait." Mr. Craig smiled "I take it back you might have a brain after all. You are correct, some don't want to wait. I represent some of those people. We want to set up our own retrieval program, with you as its team leader. That's the job. Interested?"

My brain screamed at me that this was a bad idea but the words that came out of my mouth where "When do I start."

A/N: This is the first chapter in a new series let me know what you all think