Chapter 28

Agent Barrett and Mitchell went into the room together. Both sat on either side of the table and looked at the Mr. Fin. Barrett was the first to start.

"Mr. Fin, we pulled some of your records. You were born in 1978, in New York City. You attended School in Oxford, England, and came back to the U.S. in 2000." Barrett stopped for a moment to look the other man in the eyes.

Jim Fin was clearly a physically powerful man. His jaw was firm and is dark eyes didn't even hint to fear or intimidation. It might even be possible that he was ignoring them.

"Mr. Fin, how is it that you claim to be living in New York since the 50s?" Mitchell took over.

Fin's eyes twitched as he stared at Mitchell. Then he spoke in a deep and rich voice, with that southern accent. "You have examined my blood. No doubt you have found the herb mixed within. That is how I could have been living in New York since the 50s." The man visibly relaxed. Mitchell got the distinct impression he had been appraised and then viewed as wanting. Fin smiled a large smile and showed all his white teeth. "Son, you are so in the dark it is amusing. My mother, if she wasn't dead would be calling you chicken faced, you look so confused." Then he leaned his head back and gave a deep and hearty laugh.

"Sir, you are talking with an agent of the NID and a Military officer, refrain from anything that might be regarded as threatening." Barrett said in a cold and low voice.

Fin turned his attention to Barrett. "Son, I have lived through seven major wars, Revolution, Civil, WWI and II, and that foolishness in Korea, Vietnam, and Iraq. Play your little game with someone who thinks you could actually do something." He gave Barrett a dismissive look and turned back to Mitchell. "Col. Right? I have information on your wraith. You provide me with protection I will tell you what I know about him and where he is. But you better make it quick because if he finds out that his security has been compromised he will move and disappear into the four winds."

Mitchell jumped on the offer. There would be time enough to question what they really needed was the location. "Alright, you have my word. Where is the wraith?"

"Mr. Jone, that's what we called him back then, is set up in a warehouse not far from the pear in Virginia." Fin leaned forward. He said the street address and said that a colleague of his told him about this and that the NID was the place to take it. "Now if you want to catch him best get a move on." Jim flashed another smile like he was humoring a child.

Mitchell turned to look back at the one-way mirror and saw his own reflection…

At the warehouse:

He oversaw two vans loaded up and ship out. It was taking longer than expected but that was alright. Best be sure everything was packed properly and all data recorded. He let one of the security lieutenants take over while he went back to his office to look out the window at the sunset.

He took in a breath of fresh air and then did a mental sweep of the surroundings. Focus and a bit of anxiety was in the air. But no malice, no violence. They were safe for a while now. Most likely this would be unnecessary but still…no harm in taking precautions. Alice was to be commended. He made a mental note to sit down with her about her instincts. She was proving to be the best choice he had made in a long time.

But before he could look to Alice, something needed to be done with Jeremy. Betrayal was a very serious act. It was something that He had no difficulty killing over, but there were times when death was unwarranted and ultimately pointless. He considered. Who was at fault? Jeremy was clearly guilty but if He had been paying closer attention there would have been less opportunity for betrayal. And Jeremy had not taken anything, just sent out compromising information, and yes he risked lives. He looked out and saw the sun's setting glow. Rules are only important if there are consequences for breaking them.

3 hours later:

"Is…is anyone there?" Jeremy asked in the darkness. He was left in the chair after…after what had happened. He hadn't been able to stop it. It had been like…like a headache but it kept pushing like his brain was being typed on like a key-board. Now he was left in the dark sub-level. The guards had moved out of the single light so all he saw was a little way into the gloom that surrounded him.

That was what made this so unbearable…what was getting to him was just how alone he was. He hung his head and cried. He was going to die. He knew it. I should have told mom I loved her. He couldn't help but let the tears flood down his face.

There was a shuffling sound. It nearly echoed in the still darkness. Jeremy lifted his head and his face wet with tears was illuminated in the light. His tears stopped for that moment as he sought out anyone, anything. There was nothing. Jeremy looked back and forth but there was no one. Jeremy was about to go back to his crying when he saw the shadow take shape and the man that was running this hole show came out. But for the first time he saw it.

The white hair, the pail greenish skin…those yellow eyes; a monster. Oh my god he's a monster. Then his lips parted and those sharp teeth were revealed. Jeremy let out a mix of a gasp and cry which came out more a squeak. The monster stepped up and towered over him.

He looked over the small man. His eyes went over the thin arms and the pale skin. Weak muscles from lack of physical exertion. Poor Jeremy. He was a smart man but that went to the neglect of his flesh. He wouldn't even provide a week's sustenance.

He reached down for the man and Jeremy tried to cringe away. A useless gesture when he was tied to the chair. With one hand he pulled the knots free and took a firm hold of Jeremy's shirt. He didn't need to speak to the traitor. With a firm hand over the back of Jeremy's neck he marched him to the elevator. Once in he let Jeremy go and pushed the button to take them to the main floor. He just watched as the man became more and more like a boy before his vary eyes. Jeremy huddled in the corner of the elevator.

The door's slid open and he reach to take the traitor out again. This time Jeremy tried to bat the hand away but only got a squeeze of the neck as a response. He picked up the boy and rested him on his feet. Then with a guiding movement forced Jeremy to go forward. Two of the vans were just finishing the load up. A few personnel were left and Alice was standing by one of the vans with a small case, the kind meant to keep documents safe from fires and household disasters.

Jeremy was stuffed into one black van. The door slammed shut. He turned to Alice and walked her to the second van. "Did you call the new owner?"

"Yes." Alice said. "The new owners will move in today. You chose well. An up incoming publishing house. They'll fill this place with so much machinery and tonner and people all evidence of our being here will be covered right over."

"Help a new business and they help us. That's karma my dear, karma."

She held up the case. "Eight memory sticks in all. Stays with me till this is all over, I won't let it out of my sight, Sir."

"Very good." He looked into the van that was already crowded with people. "Ride with me and my car."

Col. Mitchell and the rest of SG-1, minus Sam, and Teyla, thanks to Odyssey, beamed into a building surrounded by men in tactical suits. "Sir," a man in fatigues and swat like body armor came and saluted. "Welcome to the ORP. I'm Major Blake. You can all come with me."

Major Blake led SG-1 to a table to the side of the usual chaos that normally precedes any military assault. On the table was a lay-out of the building the wraith was supposed to be held up in. "We got these from satellite only an hour ago. This is probably the fasted assault mission I've ever had to put together, but these guys are professionals they know how to do this stuff in their sleep."

"What's the wraith's current status," Mitchell asked.

"Sir, it is currently moving people out." He caught the look from the Col. And all the others. "Yah, it has people with it inside."

"Not hostages." Daniel stated, but lacking any certainty.

"No, Dr. Jackson, from what we can tell they are working for the wraith." The Major clarified. "We have eyes on the building and the wraith has been seen at this window several times but in the last hour he hasn't come back to it at all. We mobilized about two hours ago and a lot of our other equipment hasn't been able to be set up because of time constraints. All we have as far as intel is the information forwarded to us, the three men I have watching the building and this satellite image."

"How many people are you estimating? Major?" Teal'c inquired.

"Unknown, but we know several have already moved out in vans of different colors but mostly black. There were several other cars but we were not able to track them. There was no set up or ground support that could keep up with them, as I said this is strictly an assault mission, we have nothing that can do anything else."

"Okay, then, the wraith is the primary target anyway. As long as he is there everything else is secondary." Mitchell stated. "Is there a plan of attack?"

"Sir…"

The vans were shut and the engines moving. A BMW was waiting in the middle of the floor and Eric was sitting behind the driver seat. Alice walked with her employer to the car and he opened the door for her. "After you, or would you prefer shot-gun?"

"No, the back is fine, Sir." Alice slid in and the door shut. Her boss moved around the car and sat in the seat next to her behind the driver's chair. He pulled out a radio and was about to speak into it…then froze.

In the corner of his eye he saw someone in weight. His eyes turned without moving his head and he looked through the window at a blank wall. Nothing, but he had seen something. Her, it had to be her. He exited the car. Alice and Eric watched in confusion as he took two steps away from the vehicle and did a slow look around. What they could not see was his sense of the environment reaching our all around him.

His mind's eye looked for anything that had changed. Anything at all. Then he found it. Three, focused beings. Coldly focused, like hunters. THEY WERE IN TROUBLE.

It took a minute to think of a way to get out. Three men, take them out, cover the trail of the vans. He jumped back into the car. He got the radio out again and spoke into it. "Vans, we are being watched. Continue along alternative driving routs. Cover will be provided. Be aware of anyone following you." There was an affirmative from the vans and they started out.

"Eric, drive ahead of the vans but bank left around the next building. I'll get out and take care of our problems."

"Sir," Alice held the case in both hands.

"Hold onto that case." He said to her. "After I get out you both keep going. I'll find alternative transport."

The car moved and zoomed in front of the vans and followed orders.

Major put his hand to his ear to adjust his ear-piece. "Okay, people we got movement!" SG-1 moved out with all the other troops. They were a short run from the main road out of the warehouse district. They took up positions. Behind dumpsters and around corners. Mitchell and Vala moved to a roof that gave nice overlook and sniper shots.

The vans were coming. "The wraith is in the BMW, OVER" the Major's voice came over the radio.

"Okay, let's get this guy." Mitchell said to himself more than Vala. But that didn't stop her from responding.

"Cameron, this is going to end badly."

"What?"

"Nope, nothing." She was surprisingly calm. There was none of the typical manic behavior that most everyone that knew Vala had come to expect from her. She only go this way when she was getting ready to kill someone.

Teal'c took a position behind a trashcan were he could run out into the action with ease. Vala watched him kneel down and get ready. This felt way to wrong, she actually liked Bill, now they were going to capture or kill him.

The vans were almost in the trap. And the car was right behind them. Two clamors set up by the road went off as the first van past. BOOM! Fire erupted and guns started blazing.

Teal'c charged into it. Vala nor Mitchell could see where Teyla or Jackson were. Mitchell took aim and started firing on the car at the rear that was backing up and trying to spin around. "Car is getting away." Cameron yelled into his radio.

He leapt from the car and it drove off to rejoin the convoy. He ran along the wall and held to the shade till he was well hidden. His mind's eye told him were they were. Three men, they were spread out. One was only across from him. He looked up and saw the edge of the roof. He could get up there. Running across he ran the wall then pushed off to jump onto the opposite then repeated in three quick moves he landed on the roof of the building and was face to face with a man in gray-green fatigues. The man was shocked, and reached for a weapon…

His mind was faster. STRIKE! A jolt of electrical energy passed between His mind and the human's and the man fell limp. He crouched down and checked the young man's pulls. Alive but out cold. There was no identification but he had the look of a soldier. So he was either government or something else. He didn't want to kill anyone yet, not if he didn't know who he was going to make angry.

He laid down next to the body and looked around. There were the two others. They were positioned in eye-range. But his mental strike couldn't get that far. So he had to improvise. Turning his head back he saw the rifle the man had laid next to him.

He scooted back and picked the weapon up. He rested it against the buildings edge and propped it up on his elbows. He took aim. Breath in, breath out, breath in, finger over trigger, breath out…BANG!

It rang and one of the men screamed and dropped everything he was doing. The other turned to look across the distance at the man screaming. Taking aim he waited and then fired as the man was getting up. Got him right in the meet of the buttocks. The two were now immobilized. If they had friends, they would have to come for them.

He was feeling smart and proud, then BOOM, in the distance behind several warehouses over he heard an explosion and gun fire. A lot of gun fire. NO.

Teal'c rushed out past the van that had all but exploded. It was clear that no one was still alive inside. The second van was trying to back up but gun fire had destroyed its wheels. Running past it. A door came open and a man with a human jumped out and fell to a kneeling position. He wasn't able to get his shot off before Teal'c kicked his gun away and then stomped down on his bent leg. The man went down and grabbed his broken appendage.

The car had completed its turn but was now faceting a wall of men all firing on it. The car moved forward but was not trying to power through. The driver was not certain whether to go through the soldiers or not. He raised his P-90 and came along side the car and punished his weapon through the driver's window. "Exit the Vehicle now!"

"SHIT!" the boy yelled and reached for something but Teal'c hit him in the face and the boy went out cold. The woman in the back was not anywhere near as uncertain. She pulled a 9'mm and fired at Teal'c who dropped below the window.

Alice Tried to climb over the seats to get to the weal past Eric's unconscious body. Adrenalin was pumping through her, and her mind was no on anything but getting the car to move.

She touched the wheel when a hand grabbed her by the back of the shirt and pulled her back. She tried to struggle but she couldn't get out. She was wedged between the seats. She kicked at the attacker. She stopped when she realized that the case was not still with her. She couldn't see it.

Teal'c came around the back and opened the back door and grabbed the young woman trying to restart the car. She kicked at him but he couldn't pull her out. Her leg kicked a case at him that he batted away. He tried to keep his hold of her with the one free hand while his other was occupied with his weapon.

The wraith was not in the car. That much he could see. When the young woman stopped he took that moment to yell to the nearest solder. "He's not in the vehicle."

"What!" A young solder said.

"HEY!" Another one yelled and pointed up. Teal'c turned and saw it.

"What?" Mitchell yelled into his radio. He was looked all round the ground but he couldn't see the wraith.

Vala saw Him. "Cam, there!" She hit his shoulder and he looked where she was pointing. Silueted against the sun was a figure standing on the edge of a room opposite then looking down. And right before their eyes it stepped off the ledge and fell down. Out of their sight.

He plummeted down and his legs hit the concrete. Knees bent to take the impact and he rose in a spring to meet his opponents. Projectiles flew everywhere. He stayed low and ran. To the right he dodged and dove for cover. Rolling he was up again and charged the nearest attacker.

The man had no chance as he lunged at the man slamming into him and grabbed his arms and snapped them like they were sticks. The man was then sent flying. The world became a blur. He moved as fast as he could. Instinct took over. He didn't see people anymore, they were pray, and they needed to die so that he might live.

He looked to his left and saw the van destroyed. All those people, his people gone in a flash of flames and bullets. To his right were more men and the car. Alice, Erick…He saw the Jaffa.

He shot from the spot he had been standing for mere seconds and headed directly for the Jaffa. Bullets didn't matter, pain didn't matter.

Teal'c saw the wraith for a split second before he jumped behind a man and threw him aside then charge. It took a moment to register that the wraith was heading for him. He raised his P-90 and squeezed off two shots but they did no good. The wraith plowed into him with incredible force that he thought his arm might have been torn off when it hit the car door.

Before he could do anything he was lifted in the air and sent flying. Boom, he impacted against two soldiers who stopped firing before they hit him. He rolled but couldn't get up in time. He looked up to see men fall before the wraith. He was grabbing and throwing and hitting. The Tau'ri soldiers were no match for this force.

He grabbed the rifle from a woman tearing it from her grasp. Then used it as a club and slapped it against the helmeted head. He fell to a crouch and turned it around and opened fire.

The second van's occupants had managed to get out and were returning fire. "Fire," He yelled to his men and directed them towards the soldiers to the right. He turned around as two more bullets hit him in the shoulder. At a run he merged with his men. Falling to a knee he pointed to three, "You, you, and you, get to the car, make sure the two inside are safe. The rest of you take cover on that side of the van. Shoot anything that moves!"

He turned and took off. Running out of cover he jumped straight up into the air. He covered the distance in one leap and landed right on top of a soldier. The sickening sound of the bones crunching under him emanated on his landing. He spun around and grabbed the first soldier he could reach and turned him in front of him and slammed himself against a dumpster. The man was now a human shield. Taking the gun he opened fire on the others. "AHHH," he let out a shriek.

The man he held across the chest went slack. Holes were in his front and his neck was spilling blood. He threw the gun aside and pushed the body forward ramming it into more soldiers. They fell like dominos and he stampeded over them before dropping the body.

More bullets pierced his torso but it was no use, they were doomed. He charged the next one but instead of bulldozing him down he spun away and around at the last second. He was behind the soldier and SNAP, broke the neck in a single move. He was in arms reach of another soldier who was too slow to turn. A powerful side-kick sent the man flying feet into the air to land in a lump on the pavement. More bullets burned into his backside.

He wanted to lunge as he turned but his left leg gave out from under him. He fell and rolled. Using his right leg he hopped up and positioned himself against a wall of a building and take cover next to trashcans. He spared his leg a look. It was covered in blood. With a moment to recuperate the injuries started to nit, not into a perfect muscle and flesh but enough that He knew He would be able to stand. He looked back to the van. He had eight men in that van. Four were on the ground clearly dead. One was lying prone against a tire but soon he too was shot. That left two defending the van. His eyes turned to the BMW, only one man was there using the open door for cover.

This wasn't working. There were too many of them. They needed to retreat, but to where. He heaved himself up and made a dash as fast as he could to the van. His lungs burned with the foreign mettle in his body. He felt wet with blood that was his own.

He dove but actually fell on top of the body of one of his security guards. The two still alive looked at him. He pulled himself up. "Get to…the car…drive…out…now!" He was choking on his own blood. The two nodded and made a dash for the BMW but were gunned down the moment they broke cover. Then a metal object landed next to him.

He turned to the strange shell like item. The recognition from the movies he had seen dawned on him. He snatched it up and threw it into the van slamming the door shut. BOOM! The windows exploded and glass sliced threw one of his left eye. "AHHHH."

VROOOM! The BMW came to live and drove right up to the van that was in tatters. The door exploded and Alice jumped out to get to her boss. Taking his arm she, with all her strength, pulled at him. "COME ON!"

They were in. He slumped into a bloody mess on top of Alice's lap in the back seat. A guard shot a 9'mm out the window and Eric who had regained consciousness was speeding away. This time he didn't hesitate to run over the idiots that got in the car's way.

He took a moment to take note of everyone from his position. They were still alive. "Alice…the box…"

"Sorry, Sir," She had blood coming off of her face. "I lost it…"

NO, they couldn't lose that, all that work. "STOP!" He showed.

Eric who was used to taking commands on instinct hit the brakes. With new purpose He rose from the seat to sit up right. They had just made a turn out of sight of their attackers but they were still in danger. He heaved himself out of the car and yelled at them to go.

Alice looked shocked and Eric didn't respond. But the second roar of "GO!" sent the car zooming away. He watched it drive off for a second then ran back. He turned left to go around the building they had just turned the opposite way on. Hopefully their attackers would follow the path the car had taken and would go along the street.

Loss of blood was making him week but His body was strong. He felt tired but his mind was still sharp. He held his bleeding side which was still bleeding but less and less. His body screamed in pain but that was suppressed by need. The urge to feed was strong, and if he could satisfy it he would but it was unlikely while he was the hunted one. He doubled back around and made his way through the buildings. Coming from the south he circled around and he could see where the fight had occurred. There were still men there but far less. The majority must have gone after the car.

He held himself against the wall and took a quick sweep of the area. Yes, 20, in all. And there it was the case on the ground. He watched from behind a building's corner as a solder picked it up carefully as if it might explode and carry it to a black truck. There were people inside. The car was the answer. He dashed out from his hiding place and instantly someone took sight of him. "HEY." He ignored the man and ran past him heading strata for the black truck. Slam he hit the door and pooled it open the drive was astonished when he grabbed him and threw him from the seat.

He hoisted himself in and hit turned the key like he had always watched Eric do and hit the gas. The wheel's screeched as the car sprang into motion. He drove erratically clipping someone that was too slow to get out of the way. He didn't follow the BMW. He turned the other way and made for the pear where his ship used to be docked.

Cameron, over saw the chaos that was left. Wow this was one big screw up. The Major in a rapid attempt to capture the wraith had let things go to hell and now there were bodies from both sides laying all around them. Jackson emerged from a building.

"Where were you?" Mitchell asked.

"I was back there shooting but…" he fell silent as he looked at everything. "God…"

"I know." Mitchell fell silent. "I know."

Teyla and Vala also emerged. "Sorry, but Teyla's gun jammed and…"

"I was trying to stop the wraith my connecting with him but…" She fell silent.

"That's okay." Mitchell filled in. "This op was batched from the start. We got impatient and it cost us."

"I'm sorry, Col. Mitchell; I wished we had captured this wraith?" Teyla said.

"HEY!" Someone yelled.

Everyone turned and saw the wraith run past a man shoving him to the ground and throwing another man out of the driver seat of a car. Then it jumped in and sped away.

Note: Okay, action is not my forte, it was hard designing all of this to work and trying to make it seem plausible but not too easy. More to come. Hope you guys enjoy the read and be prepared for a surprise in the next chapter. Reviews and sujestions would be helpful. I want to know if violence hurts the character of my wraith or does it just make him more interesting.