Title:Thor?
Summary:There are shadows lurking in the dark, will they get you? SJ
Genre:Humor/Romance
Spoilers: None
Season:10
Parings:Sam/Jack
Disclaimer:Stargate is property of MGM etc. I don't own anything, if I did it wouldn't ever end.
A/N:This is my own slight A/U Season 10 but Janet is still alive. And as always reviews appreciated.
Deep in the bowels of Cheyenne Mountain crept two figures clad in black, and moving with the stealthyness of shadows through the corridors with practiced precision. As they approached their first targets door the leading figure signaled the second to a halt, and moved forward and proceeded to pick the lock on the door with criminal ease. They entered the room and silently shut the door behind them. The target did not stir in his sleep as they approached his bed. The sound of a cap slipping off of a syringe was the only sound heard in that room, and as needle slid skin, the wide eyes of one Dr. Daniel Jackson pierced the night with a muffled cry. His limp body was then carried out of the mountain and deposited in a black SUV. This procedure was carried out three more times throughout the night, the Jaffa was heavier then they would have liked but as determined as they were they were a force to be reckoned with.
Once the last of their targets were loaded into the SUV, they separated, one driving the SUV and the other getting into the sedan parked next to it. Silently the drove from the complex and only once they were five miles out did they break the silence.
"Team Leader to Nightstalker do you copy? Over."
"Nightstalker to Team Leader I copy. Over."
"Proceed to and acquire target bravo, and then to the rendezvous for transportation. Over"
"Nightstalker copies Team Leader, will meet you at rendezvous."
"Copy Nightstalker good hunting over and out."
Ten minutes later the sedan pulled up outside the female barracks to the Air Force Academy. This op was slightly trickier than the last because the target was not isolated. Still with a practiced familiarity to the surroundings the shadowy figure crept to the bunk marked 'Cassandra Fraiser' and proceeded to extricate her silently. The target was laid in the back seat of the sedan, the rest of the cadets in the barracks none the wiser to the nights occurrences. The sedan then quietly crept over the pavement and out of the military complex, and as before only now was the silence broken.
"Nightstalker to Team Leader. Over"
"Nightstalker this is Team Leader, Sit Rep"
"Target bravo acquired, no squawks, proceeding to rendezvous ETA 15 minutes."
(A/N:A squawk is pilot slang for a problem, usually in aircraft maintenance but applied to other situations.)
"Copy proceed with plan, transport leaving at 0330, Team Leader, out."
After arriving at a small airfield outside of Colorodo Springs the sedan pulled up in between the black SUV and a twin engine Beechcraft. The two black clad figures eased their package out of the back seat and into the passenger compartment of the awaiting plane, next to the targets nabbed from Cheyenne Mountain. They then proceeded to complete the pre flight and take off without words.
Just about two hours later dawn was encroaching on the black of night and the airplane was coming near its destination. The bright lights of the city bleached out the arrival of dawn, and made for quite a marvelous sight.
"Approach, this is NL456 in route from Colorado Springs, request landing clearance."
"NL456, this is Las Vegas approach proceed to course 210 for landing on runway 24 left."
"Copy approach, course 210 runway 24 left."
"Welcome to Las Vegas NL456."
Landing was as smooth as only the best of pilots could make, and the short taxi to the hanger saw the Sun breaching the horizon. At the hanger they were awaited by another black SUV, one large enough to carry all of their passengers.
After each of their charges were safely loaded into the vehicle it started off towards the Strip, and the lights of a city awake (either just getting back to their hotel, or with one hell of a hangover.
Arriving at their destination only a few minutes later, the taller of the two figures went inside to talk to the proprietor while the other began to get the still sleeping passengers of the car ready for transport. Awaiting the return of their 'partner in crime' the lone conscious occupant of the car they took a moment to muse that after years of waiting and planning for the right moment their sole mission in life for the last 10 years was about to go from "Mission: Impossible" to "Mission: Accomplished." Still in reverie they were startled awake at the opening of the opposite door.
"Not having second thoughts I hope." he spoke, with a little more uncertainty in his voice than he would have liked.
"Never, just finally coming to terms with the face that this is actually happening."
"Well, believe it, and if your certain, lets get them inside so we can get this over and done with and behind us, to tell you the truth I'm kinda nervous."
"Me too, lets go I don't want to have to wait another minute."
"Good because the sedatives are going to start wearing off soon. The guy inside said we could use the main room as they aren't very busy in the mornings, and there is an adjoining room we can use to change out of these clothes."
Lifting each of their passengers, they carried them inside and placed them on one of the awaiting chairs, and placed one of the bags that were brought in front of each of the now seated figures, and they disappeared into the back room.
A/N: Remember to keep reading, there is nothing dark in this story, it is all humor. Just read, review and wait until tomorrow and the conclusion will be up.