Chapter 19

He mutered under his breath. The doctor, actually a former doctor who was a drunk and had lost his licence over 12 years ago, pulled another round from his side. The biggest problem was that his wound would amost instantly heal and the doctor would have to cut again to get back inside. He had been laying on this table for almost 2 hours and the doctor hadn't even gotten to his other side.

Alice came into the room. She took one look at the doctor and then back at her employer then she pulled her hair back behind her ear and left. He turned to the doctor, "Can you hurry this up, I have a meeting?"

"Hey, you want me to cut your splean by accident I go faster, you want to be able to walk away after this than I go at my pace."

"I'm not worried about my splean. Go faster."

The doctor grunted and with a twisted smile obliged. He had to grip the table and clinch his teeth. Holly Mary, mother of God…he silently prayed.

A few hours later He boarded the frator, and nodded to the two men on guard by the top of the ramp. He met up with the mercinary at the door to the hold. He handed the man a fat onvilope. The shorter man opened it and looked inside. He looked back up and tucked the packet into his caot. "How did the transfer go?" He asked.

"Just fine. He was uncontious all they and blindfolded. No way he knows where the safe house is."

"I want you to take this ship down south and make sure it is cleaned. I will have a man pick it up from Panama." The man nodded and looked at the door to ask the silent question. "No, I will take care of it. Is he still uncontious?" The mercinary nodded. "Good. Is that the body bag I asked for?" He pointed to a empty body back on the floor. The mercinary nodded. "Give me ten minutes to load him up."

Then they parted company. The mercinary headed up to prepare for departure and the wraith picked up the empty body bag. Didn't even smell like death yet. He opened the door and entered the hold. He stopped a few feet from the man chained to the chair. He tilted his head, "I know you are awake."

The Goa'uld lifted his head and his eyes flashed. "Seemed better to play than receive another beeting." His deep voice rumbled off the steal walls.

"Too bad…" the wraith started to blugen the Goa'uld till it lost contious ness. Five strong smacks against the head did it. That would have killed a normal human but the simbiote would keep the brain from swelling and at the same time not beable to reconnect with the host senses for a time. He unchained the body and loaded it up in the bag. Then liftign it over his shoulder he headed up and out of the boat and down to the wating car. Eric, opened the trunk.

SGC:

Mrss Brownlow was naturally upset at the news of her husbands passing. The children had not yet been told and were being kept in a VIP room and were watching some movies a nuse happened to have on hand.

Mitchel being the officer she had seen sat with her in the interigation room. He sat patiently as she sat down, numb, for lack of another word. She didn't cry but she just stared off into the distance.

"Mrss Brownlow," Mitchel finally felt like he could start asking some questions. "did your husband say or do anyting unusual in the past few days?"

She blinked as if coming out of it. She looked very tired. "When can I see my kids?"

"When we are finished." Mitchel tried to be a mean between proffesional and at the same time not pushing her over the edge. "Miss Brownlow I get the impretion that you knew something was going on when we foud you at your house."

She looked down at the table. "Yes, there was something." She took a breath. "My husband had received a leter a few months ago and after that he started talking to our banker. Nothing big but he was moving accounts out of his name and into the children's trust funds and…making sure I would alright."

"Was he afraid of something?"

"No." She was very firm about that. "He wasn't afraid at all. He was very…" she looked off into space again and a smild cracked for just a moment, "He was confident, that is what I always loved about him. He was never worried about things. He was always sure that the world was as it should be even if he didn't undrestand it."

Mitchel mulled that over. Clark had been pretty confident after his encounter with the wraith too. "Do you know what he was preparing for?"

She remained silent. "Mrss Brownlow, your husband is dead. Murdured, do you know by who or why?"

"My husband wasn't perfect. He told me he hurt someone once and that he was going to have to settle up."

"He didn't tell you any more?"

"No," she answered and looked back to the table. A tier was roling down her cheek. "I pleaded with him that we could run away but he wouldn't. He said that he wouldn't be that kind of man…who was afarid of paying his debts…what kind of example would that have been for the children?"

Mitchel sat back in his chair. So Brownlow also owed this wraith a debt. That makes two, Clark and Brownlow, three if you assumed the woman had also been in on this deal. How many more?

The door opened at that moment and Teal'c entered and inclined his head for Mitchel to follow. "Excuse me one moment." Mitchel got to his feet, "The SFs will take you to see your children."

He got outside and Teal'c walked with him towards the elivator. "Whats up, T?"

"I was told to find you and then to go to medicle."

"Dr. Lam found something in Brownlow's autopsy?"

"I would asume so…"

Eric parked in the epty parking lot righ off the highway. His boss got out of the front pasenger seat. He went back and hit the back of the car for Eric to open the trunk. CLICK, the trunk poped open and the wraith lifted the body bag and its ocupant out.

Plop, He dropped the body bag on the ground and got a satisfiing grone. He then reached down and unzipped the bag and the wraith twisted and dragged his way out. The cold air couldn't have been pleasant to a guy in only flimsy garments given to him while he was held captive. He pulled out some jeans and a jacket and dropped them ontop of the body bag. "For you." Then then pulled out a wad of bills. "To get you where you are going." He tucked them into the jacket's pockets. "Oh I almost forgot," he rached back into the car and pulled out some used tennis shoes. "You might need to do some walking."

"What can I say?" the Goa'uld asked with sarcasim and hatrid coming off of him in waves. "What do you want?"

The wraith smiled and closed the trunk. He then wrapped his arms around himself as if to keep warm and leaned against the car. "I want you to go back to your people. Let the guys in charge know that I'm interested in a meeting."

The Goa'uld looked shocked and appaled. "You can not be serious."

"Aren't you cold?" the wraith asked giving a very qurious look.

The Goa'uld started getting the pants on and the jacket. "They're going to kill you for this."

"I'm sure some will want to." The wraith remarked unworied. "That is normal. Right now the US government is hunting me down."

"How should I tell them to contact you?"

"Put an add in the Washinton Post. "Veta Mortis, in the obituaries. The contact number will be how I can reach them."

The Goa'uld got his shoes on and just stood there.

Satisfied the wraith turned and got into the back seet of the car. It spead off and disapeare into the night.

Dr. Lam sat at the end of the briefing stable. It was filled with the General and the members of SG-1 as well as sevreal medical staff, Special Agent Barrett, Teyla, and Richard Woolesy from the IOW. "What have you found Dr. Lam?" Landry asked beginning the meeting.

"Sir, we conducted an autopsy on the body of David Brownlow. If you look at the folders in front of each of you. You can see that the body was untouched by the conventual wraith markings. From Atlantis we have been able to see marks that show feeding as well as the obvious withering of the body. However Brownlow died of with non of these signs. At first look infact the body apeared to be in perfect health. There was no reason for this man to have died. His boyd had no marks, no broken bones, no disease, infact there was nothing wrong with the body. I also did a toxicology and that was where we found two things that didn't fit." She turned a page in her file. "In additon to high levels of endorphens we found this unidentified agent. It was in his blood and infact saturated all of his tisues. Every orgen, even his brain had this in it."

"What does this drug do?" Woolesy was first to ask.

"Before, I answer that, I want to make sure you have an understanding about the significants of Brownlow's body. We found nothing wrong with it at all. Physically he was perfect."

"What is the importants of this?" A medical consultant interupted then received some nasty looks from Col. Mitchel.

"Well, the last time a person was found with a body like this it was in the Peguasus Galexy and the individual was infact an achent masqurading as a human." Dr. Lam answered.

"Brownlow was not an ancient…was he?" Teyla asked. The topic of the ansesters was a touchy topic with her and anyone from the Pegusus.

"No, no, there is no reason to think that." Lam answered. "That is were this toxin comes in. I extracted as much of it as we could and analized it to everything the CDC and our own databases have, there was almost no match." Everyone noticed the 'almost part.' "As of now there is nothing currently available that even resembles this toxen except drentonen but even that was a far cry away on the celular level. What we found that was a closer match was a obsucre fossellized plant." She held up a photo of a small fossel. "It is currently being held in a lab in Germany. It is dated as being a sample of a plant that is assumed to be extinkt almost nine thousand years ago."

Everyone was silent. A nine thousand year old toxen was found in the body of a thirty year old man.

"That isn't the hole of it," Lam got everyones' attention again. "I asked the doctors at the hospital that were treating Mr. Clark, the wraith's first victim. "He also had this toxen in his body. The doctors didn't notise it because it was so little in comparison to Brownlow but it was centeralized in his brain."

Agent Barrett spoke up, "What about the second victem?"

"There is no way to know, the body was kremated and no one looked for it." Lam answered.

"What does this toxen do?" Landry questioned.

"We haven't had time to do any testing but, if I might make a hypothesis." Landry nodded. "I took a sample of the toxen and injected it into a sick lab rat we have for testing. It was importue of me but I felt that it was small risk, especially given the time limit I was given to make a report."

Everyone was on edge. "This rad was infected with a strain of a toxen a member of SG-12 brought back with him two years ago. It was thought that it could be studied and maybe used for other medical reasons. If left unchecked it can be fataled. I examined the rat again, there is no sign of the disease. It is completely helthy after only five hours of receiving treatment."

Note: hope you like. I'm doing some testing so it will be some time before the next chapter. Let me know if Dr. Lam comes across clearly. It was hard to make the dialog in this section because I'm not a doctor and wanted a lot of information done in a relativly short sceen. Also any questions or gripes or ideas please let me know. Again I want to make sure you, the readers, understand what is going on and what I'm trying to get across.