1900 hours March 11:
"We ready?"
"As ready as we'll ever be Jack." Daniel told him.
"Got your doohickey handy Maybourne?"
"I've always got my doohickey Jack." He said with a smirk.
"O'Neill does not mean your penis Colonel Maybourne." Teal'c told him.
Daniel snorted with mirth.
Fifteen minutes later Jack showed up in full dress uniform. Teal'c was in black, his forehead covered by a tight fitting black cap designed to look vaguely religious in nature. Daniel looked like an average newspaper reporter and wore a cheap suit jacket and the press pass Jack had somehow acquired for him. Daniel decided it was best if he just didn't ask.
Jack walked into the party like he owned the place. It's amazing how much attention flunkies stop paying to you with a bunch of chest candy and some stars. He should have tried that the last time. Daniel was let in shortly after, pretending to be from a 'nothing liberal rag' as the doorman described his stated paper's name and they pretended not to know each other at all. An easy task as Jack was gaining attention from state representatives that recognized the eccentric head of Homeworld who was known for sarcastic jokes and a lack of patience for nonsense that wasn't inclined to comedic effect.
While Jack drew attention to himself, Harry slunk in through the back of the house and hunted up the office equipment. He didn't have to break directly into the system, just power up any unit on the private server the man maintained for his less than legitimate business dealings and let his little slicer sift through the information until it stumbled on what he needed. Technically, if Harry had the equipment to do it, he could transfer every bit of data to an offsite location without a trace but he didn't have time for that. He did have time to get system passwords and a back door installed so he could access the stuff remotely any time he wanted.
For now it would give Jack the leverage he needed to get this slimeball off Sam's back. Harry had some other plans though when he found the note from an 'anonymous' source in the idiot's desk. Didn't anyone tell him you lock up crap like that? Harry couldn't figure out if it was balls or stupidity and concluded it was likely both in equal measures for this guy.
Ten minutes later, Harry was buttoning up and ready to leave when he heard a commotion from the front of the house. A bigger one then the swanky party that had been in full swing when he broke in that is. Right on time he thought as he slipped quietly away.
"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here General." The short, weak chinned owner of the house told him.
"I haven't got a clue what you mean by that." Jack said affably. He'd been chatting up a minor dignitary he was friendly with as a way to keep eyes on the room when steam ship shady assed politician had rolled up full sail. Jack wasn't overly concerned about having mentally mixed his metaphors as they both fit.
"Shouldn't you be home covering your ass right now... General?"
"My ass is happy to be out in the open actually. It likes the sunshine." Jack grinned ear to ear. God he'd missed this shit.
"Be a real shame you losing those kids before you even have a chance to claim them." The congressman told Jack. It was probably the wrong button to push. Generally, Jack was a fan of a little professional maneuvering from time to time but threatening kids was going a bit too far in his book. Threatening his kids was quite possibly the stupidest thing the guy could have done.
Jack's smile vanished and an unholy light lit his deep brown eyes as he looked down into the rheumy ones of his verbal opponent. He wouldn't play his hand but he was about to make something very, very clear to this rat fink turtle. Jack's hand shot out and settled on the front of the other man's jacket, curling around the lapel. He leaned in very close so he could whisper to the man. "Hurt those kids and I'll make what happened to Kinsey look like a pleasant experience to you."
"How dare you threaten me in my own home!" The other man nearly shouted at Jack, gathering the attention of his bouncers.
Jack stood at his full height and glared down at the other man. "That wasn't a threat Congressman. That was a promise." He put a hand up and motioned for Teal'c to follow him. The party was over for him. If Harry didn't have the stuff he was on his own now.
Daniel bustled forward with a handheld recorder and shoved it into the face of the man Jack had just confronted. "Sir, can you confirm or deny the rumors that your case against Colonel Carter is revenge for the events surrounding former Vice President Kinsey's death?"
The gaggle of other reporters that had previously ignored Daniel descended on him like bot flies on a warm moist surface and started asking him questions Daniel was more than happy to fill them in on.
Jack left with Teal'c in tow, followed closely by the security staff to assure that he did in fact leave the premises. Harry who had posed as their driver pulled the car around and Jack and Teal'c got in.
"Where's Daniel?"
"On his way." Jack told him.
Daniel was physically removed from the house and deposited on the curb near the car. Jack companionably leaned out. "Need a ride kid?" He asked urbanely.
Daniel glared. "Are you headed near the west side General?"
"My evening plans seem to have panned out. How would you like to find a bar to socialize in instead?"
"Sounds good." Daniel agreed and got in.
As they drove off, the entire exchange being mostly planned and an utter red herring for the staff to report back, Jack turned to Harry. "Did you get it?"
"Yah, I'm good. You guys head back home, take care of Sam. Give me a few days to button this up. I need to make copies and set up some fail safes. I'll let you know when I'm in position."
Jack nodded. "Oy. All right. It's your call Maybourne."
