Mr. Woolsey really was predictable.
As he passed Chuck's workstation in Stargate Ops on his way into his office, he paused a moment. "Chet, do you know a Captain Tuttle? The name seems familiar to me, but I can't quite place it."
Chuck decided to disregard the fact that Woolsey got his name wrong (again!) in favor of the bigger picture. "Captain Tuttle?" He let his eyes widen slightly. "The man's a legend around here, Mr. Woolsey. You're lucky you asked me about him and not Colonel Sheppard or one of the others."
"Really? Why is that?" asked Woolsey in confusion. "He's their 'comrade in arms,' isn't he?"
"Yeah, but if you had to ask about him, then it would mean you didn't know about him," Chuck said, as if letting Woolsey in on a big secret. "You wouldn't want to look like you didn't know about the Legend of Pegasus."
Now Woolsey was even more baffled. "The Legend of Pegasus? This wasn't in any of the mission reports I read before I came!" he complained.
Chuck shrugged ruefully. "Maybe they didn't give you all of them, Mr. Woolsey. Then again, we have had some problems with the mainframe recently. They might have gotten lost somewhere. We've had enough trouble with the personnel files to drive IT to insanity!"
"Yes, that must be it." Woolsey frowned. "Could you have him paged? I want to meet him."
"You really want to do that? He's on Gatewatch tonight, so he's asleep right now. But if you want me to-"
"No, no, of course not, you're right. Just let him know when he comes on duty," Woolsey said hurriedly. Chuck grinned triumphantly - inside, of course. "What can you tell me about him?"
"He's one of those guys you'd never see coming. By the time you realize he's there, he's already gone again. I bet that most of the people here can't even describe him! He's like a ghost, Mr. Woolsey. I don't think anyone really knows him," Chuck elaborated, enjoying every moment of embellishment and drawing the bureaucrat in deeper with each word. "A lot of living legends are like that."
The thoughtful expression on Woolsey's face was almost too much for Chuck, who had to stare at his laptop intently to keep from cracking up. That, of course, would have ruined the whole thing.
"Pull his personnel file for me. I want to read up on him," Woolsey ordered.
"I'll do my best, but we've been having some trouble with corrupted data architecture in the bio-neural gel packs," Chuck replied innocently. "Totally wiped out a lot of files. Whatever you do, do not mention it to Dr. McKay or Zelenka."
"I'll keep that in mind, Chet."
Chuck clamped his jaw shut and smiled, rather than blow a gasket at his boss.