Authors Note: Hi there, here is chapter 9. Could I take a moment to thank all reviewers of Chapter 8. There must be a bug in my system as I haven't been able to reply to any of them. Enjoy this short addition to the story. More tomorrow

The plan seemed to be going miraculously well. No-one seemed to know the full extent of what was involved, included his direct followers. He moved from his bed chamber to the plush office area. He thought about everything that his superior mind had put in place. Oh he was in no doubt that O'Neill would figure out parts of what was going on but he suspected it would be too late, it really was now anyway. Everything had fallen into place, exactly as he had foreseen it. He was truly a genius of universal proportions.

The ship, to which he had given this important task, was on it's way. His plant, his eyes and ears, on Atlantis was firmly in place. There was no way anyone would notice that the loyalties of this person were suspect. To finish off a master plan the people who were travelling regularly between Earth and Atlantis had been eliminated.

He would have to admit, a little grudgingly, that it had been a stroke of brilliance. She would need to get a serious reward for that. Usually his style was complete annihilation; mere humans did not matter as long as the job was done. Under normal circumstances he would not have given her idea a second thought, but he had been persuaded to follow her line of thinking. She had pointed out the benefits, in perhaps a forward manner, but her adoration for him had been clear for all to see and now instead of serious complications to his plan he was free from many problems.

Following her plan, but of course his masterful execution, this way had allowed the gradual reduction in contact so that now the only time Earth contacted Atlantis was for the monthly supplies and Atlantis just gave fortnightly reports. That meant a full 2 weeks between contacts. There were no sudden trips home, even using that silly bridge, no calls, e-mails and letters flying between the two bases, and definitely no-one to raise any alarm. He could not have asked for better. The plan would be carried out before Atlantis' next scheduled contact in 11 days. More than enough time to clear odds and ends here on Earth then disappear. He would not be involved in the attack, he really preferred not to get his hands dirty.

As he turned from the elegant wall mirror in which he had been admiring the view, the ball in the middle of the table began to glow.

"My Lord" the face that appeared addressed him "I am pleased to report all is well. We have just crossed into the Pegasus Galaxy and have picked up the transport beacon's signal."

"When will you be in range?"

"We estimate 4 days my Lord"

"You may proceed as planned, you have 12 days by Earth calendar before the plan is finished. Do not fail me by being caught on radar, if you do I will not need to punish you, nothing will be able to save you"

"Yes my Lord"

The transmission ended and the man turned back to the task at hand. Word from the SGC had been quiet in the last 24 hours, it was time to contact his man on the inside. He had long before decided that hiding in plain sight was the easiest way to survive Earth and so he had chosen to keep contact with his subordinates through earthly communication. Although phones were extremely primitive and beneath him, the communication balls were just not easily hidden within top secret military facilities. Therefore he picked up the phone and called the familiar number. His call was placed directly to the extension of the man he needed.

At the SGC Walter picked up the phone.