I decided to try to change things from strictly SGA, please bear in mind I don't own Stargate or Burn Notice. Please read, reviewers are appreciated. Enjoy!


Burn Notice

Project: Endgame

Chapter 1 - Who are theses guys?

A man in an Armani suit sat at a table outside a Miami café. Just staring, subtly keeping his focus on something that caught his attention. Nothing was between him and what he was staring at, with the exception of people walking down the street.

Another man, dressed in more casual clothes came to the café, and took a seat in a vacant seat, next to his friend.

"Hey, Mikey."

Michael Weston just stared, not even paying any mind to his friend, Sam Axe.

"Okay." Sam said dropping a brown paper bag onto the table. "Mr. Halvorsen, just wanted to express his gratitude. Two hundred and fifty thousand times."

Michael continued to stare, completely ignoring the money Sam placed before him. His mind wasn't on the money. It was else where.

"Are you ok, Mikey?"

After a long silent moment, Michael finally spoke up. "There are two people watching me."

On the other side of the café there were two people. One was wearing a military uniform, the other was in a white shirt, and three quarter length black leather jacket.

Deciding who is watching you is a game, who ever looks like they're trying not to look at you while looking at you. Odds are they're watching you very close. It also helps when they're wearing black leather, or wearing a uniform, and everyone around them is in a bathing suit.

"Wow! They suck at this!" Sam bluntly announced, then took a closer look.

"Yeah, they don't look like Feds." Sam observed.

"They're not." Michael silently replied.

"I wonder what they want." Sam wondered.

"We're about to find out." Michael replied as The two people got up and proceeded towards Michael and Sam.

"Michael Westen?" the man in the air force uniform began.

If someone is looking for you, there are usually two reasons: They want to kill you, or they need you. If you're not dodging bullets in the first few minutes, then they probably need you.

The man looked at Sam, to which point Sam got the hint, grabbed the brown paper bag and excused himself.

Michael held up his hand, as if to wave someone off.

"Do I know you?" Michael whimsically asked.

"No, my name is Major Paul Davis, I'm with the Pentagon."

"And how do yo know me?" Michael asked.

Major Davis reached into a briefcase, and pulled out a file, then passed it to Michael.

"You've been quite busy around here, Mr. Weston." the other person, an attractive blond woman interrupted.

"Oh, you've even got pictures." Michael said, looking at the file, emphasizing the word 'pictures'.

Major Davis looked impatient, but the woman seemed more patient.

"We can't go into what's going on, but we need your help."

"You need my help?" Michael asked dubiously.

The woman throws a glance at Major Davis.

Major Davis hands Michael another folder. Looking inside is a photo, and a brief report on a person, with a name under the picture that said, 'Athena.'

Reading the file, Michael made an assumption. "Athena, Greek Goddess of War."

Michael looked up from reading the file. "I take it this woman is."

The woman answered Michael's question before he finished asking it.

"Crazy? Not so much. She's a little ego-maniacal." The woman said. "She is also known as Charlotte Mayfield, but it's possible she might be using a different alias."

"And what is it you want me to do?" Michael asked.

"Help us find her, and apprehend her."

"And why don't you do this without me?" Michael asked.

"She'll know if someone from our organization is looking for her. You might be a fresh face."

The woman placed a piece of paper on the table and slid it across to Michael.

Michael picked it up.

"Wow!" Michael said sarcastically. "Twenty-thousand dollars."

"To start. That should cover expenses. You'll get another million when she's been captured." the woman said.

When someone starts offering money in the six-digit range, that's when people start dying in equally large groups. You need to tread cautiously, because you're on very thin ice. Of course it doesn't hurt to have more information.

"What else can you tell me?" Michael asked.

"That depends will you take the job?" Major Davis asked.

Michael didn't respond.

After a minute Major Davis picked up his brief case. He and the woman began to get up and walk away.

"I'll think about it." Michael asked. "How do I find you?"

"Don't call us, we'll call you." the woman said, then followed Major Davis to a waiting car.

Michael found Sam, and Fiona, who he waved off earlier sitting several tables away. Shockingly Sam had a beer in his hand.

"What did they want?" Fiona asked.

"Well, Major Davis, and his female associate needed my help in capturing someone claiming to be the Greek Goddess of War." Michael explained.

"So, we're looking for a nut in a haystack?" Sam asked.

"That's what it looks like." Mike replied. "But according to this dossier, this 'Athena' has access to some heavy duty fire power. She could hurt a lot of people." Michael explained.

A threat, whether sane or not, is still a threat.

Sam see what your FBI buddies can dig up on her, she's been known to go by the alias Charlotte Mayfield."

"Can it wait til later, I was ..." Sam was cut off by a stern glance from Michael. "I'll see what I can dig up."

Sam went to a quiet place to get things going.

"Fi, according to the file, she may have contacts in Miami. If that's the case, Barry may know a thing or two about it."


I am a little out the norm, but I can't wait to see where things go from here.