AN: So Combine can't get a customer to leave until 9:30 and two staff members who quite honestly should not be scheduled together because they goof off instead of working every freaking time... then left without a word to me leaving me with a 17 year old kid and I to finish closing up the store alone. Honestly I don't care if they get written up for that. I like both girls but you don't just take off on closing shift without telling your MOD. First because of safety. Also because the MOD decides when you are done not you.

Chapter 6

Eight hours later after leaving the SGC, the three Seals of SG Dev Group were checking their gear in the Presidential Suite of the Greenbrier when a knock at the door put them into action. They quickly stowed their weapons and Daddy went to the door.

From opposite sides of the room, Swampy and Frothy covered him.

Daddy flipped up the cover on the peep hole to see who their visitor in the hallway was. With a small chuckle, he waved them to stand down. He opened the door and nodded to the man on the other side. "Admiral, to what do we owe the pleasure?"

A civvie dressed McRaven strolled casually into their room. "Come on, boys, you know why I'm here." He hands Daddy the blueprint tube he'd brought with him.

Frothy moves to clear off the small dining table in the corner so they can roll the prints out. Swampy casually places a half filled coffee cup to hold down a corner that kept curling on the print.

Once they are all gathered, McRaven points out the location of the conference room, where the secret wall is. "The door is monitored 24/7 but every month on a random day and time they recycle the system and upload new codes. Tomorrow is that day at 0330 hours. So, you boys will need to make your way to that room geared up and get through that door before they reset the code."

"Piece of cake," Swampy said confidently.

McRaven smiles in amusement. "You'll have ninety seconds."

"Shit. Swampy jinxes us again," mumbles Frothy

Daddy finally interjects. "Sir, how are we going to get from here to there in our gear and through the door in ninety seconds?"

McRaven's smile deepens. "As always, we have someone on the inside." He says smugly. "The lead bellhop will clear the hallway and initiate a 'secure' test fifteen minutes before the code change. They shut down the security system in this area to eliminate the event that during an attack, hostile forces could view the security tapes and see where Congress and the Senate would go to get inside the bunker. He'll also be gathering your belongings and 'check you out' of the hotel. You can pick up your gear at Andrews when you arrive with the HVT." McRaven explained.

"Smooth." Frothy says. "Sir, where is the exfil?" he asked of their exit plan.

McRaven points to a tunnel. "There is an emergency entrance/exit in case the main door is disabled or there is a breach and people need to get out quickly and quietly. The code is 1776. It's two klicks from this point." He marks the map. "When you're a klick out, use your encrypted coms. There will be an MH-53 Pave Low 'on maneuvers' waiting for your call. They will pull your asses out and get you to Andrews where you will leave immediately for Peterson."

They all nod. "Thank you, sir." Daddy replies.

"Kick ass, men, and bring Jack back." He told them. "We'll talk later. Hoo yah."

A chorus of hoo yahs is returned and McRaven turns to leave.

After the door closes behind him, Swampy yawns. "Well, let's get the lay of the land and some grub. I'm hungry."

The other two nod. What the hell? They were given a platinum MasterCard for this mission. Might as well have a good meal while they waited.

"It's a four hour drive." Sean reminded them as he gathered up his belongings.

"We know." Jon told him as he repacked his stuff. No matter what happened, they wouldn't be coming back to the hotel.

"If we fly—" Sean began to argue but was interrupted.

"We don't know who has him or why. The goal is to stay under the radar, Sam." Jon stressed by using Mac's nickname for his cousin's boy. "Literally in this case." He grumbled.

"How the hell did I lose control of his situation?" Sean wondered in supplication.

"You invited her." Jon said, pointing a thumb over his shoulder at Sam who was also packing.

"Yah. Her." Sean grumbled. "I didn't know you guys were a package deal."

Jon just shrugged. "I'm always fun to have along." He said with a smirk.

Sammy chuckled and shook her head. "Stealing dad's lines now, are we?"

"Does it make you miss him?" Jon said in amusement.

"Not that part of him." She said with an eyeroll.

"Everyone memorized the map? If we get split up or caught, I don't want anyone carrying a copy." Jon said.

Sean gave Jon an injured look. "Just because I'm half your age doesn't mean I'm an idiot you know."

"Your dad ever tell you of some of the dumber things he did at your age? He's a bright guy… still doesn't think things through half the time."

"Don't mind him, Sean. He's been paranoid his entire life. Literally."

"A guy gets that way with a target on his back half the time." Jon grumbled.

"Yah, well it sounds like half the time you deserved it." Sean quipped and picked up his bag. "Come on. We're wasting daylight."

"Aye aye captain." Jon said with a jaunty salute that made Sammy roll her eyes again.

Sean checked them out while Jon pulled the car around. When he came outside, Jon was leaning on the side of the car like a pirate. "Get in." Jon said, waving at the passenger side.

Sean though shook his head. "My gig, I'm driving."

"Nuh uh… group effort. I'll drive."

Before they could square off, Sammy discreetly filched the keys from Jon's loose fingers. "Quit swinging your dicks around. I'll drive."

"You only have a learner's permit!" Jon argued.

"So?"

"So you have to have a responsible adult with you."

"Are you admitting neither of you is responsible nor an adult?" She said, with a sweet yet dark smile.

"Hey! That's not what I meant!"

"Would you two knock it off for five minutes?" Sean said, clearly suffering from a headache from their antics. "Sammy, give me the keys. Jon is probably right. Besides, if I get a speeding ticket dad can make it disappear." He said smugly.

"Good enough for me." Sammy agreed and handed him the keys.

"Hey!" Jon said, unable to comprehend how he lost this battle.

Sammy just stuck her tongue out at him and got in the back seat.

For the first twenty minutes, Jon just sat in the back with his arms crossed over his chest mutinously, saying nothing, but Sean supposed the kid just couldn't stop himself really.

"If I drove, we'd be there in three hours." Jon grumbled to no one in particular.

"If you drove, we'd have to pay off speeding tickets." Sammy countered mildly while looking out the window. "Besides, we want to get there later anyway so we can take advantage of everyone being groggy."

"So?" Jon sounded petulant.

"So that looks really great when you're trying to get into the academy." She pointed out.

"We both know if they want you bad enough they will look the other way about just about anything." He grumbled.

"Wouldn't you rather start out because you want to be there and not scrub as many latrines?"

"I told you that in confidence."

"You told me that on team night drunk off your ass and Daniel and Teal'c both know the story too as did Janet come to think of it."

"So?"

"So you're being ridiculous."

"Oh, I'm the one being ridiculous? I'm not fifteen and expecting to just hop behind the wheel and take a road trip."

"Look who's talking Mr. 'I can get there in three hours'." She said, mimicking his deeper voice fairly well and miming over the top male posturing with a side of eyeroll at the end.

"You're a brat." Jon said moodily.

"Well, you're an ass." She countered in annoyance.

"Would it be at all possible for you two to just… not talk to each other for like… an hour?" Sean huffed.

"Yah Carter. You're annoying the kid." Jon sneered.

"I'm annoying him? You could have just shut up but nooo…."

"Both of you are annoying me!" Sean all but roared, sounding remarkably like his father when he did so.

Both teens crossed their arms over their chests, their legs pointing away from each other and stared out their respective windows.

"Fine." Jon grumbled.

"Fine." Sam snarled a moment after.

Sean quickly pulled off the road and into the parking lot of a fast food restaurant. Getting out of the car, he slammed it behind him. He needed to get away from these two – even if it was only for a few minutes. When he returned chicken nuggets and fries for all of them, both teens were studiously ignoring each other.

In the front seat, Sean sighed. "Let's see if there's some music, guys." As he turned on the radio, he realized it might start yet another round of bickering but his passengers were apparently not on speaking terms for now. Great idea, dad. Find Sam, she can help you. Which she had except she'd brought along his moody ass of an 'uncle' to help and while he was great at tactics, his personality was currently in dire need of an overhaul.

For a solid hour, the two of them kept their word. The problem started when the hour was up.

"You could have just stayed out of it." Jon started up after their long silence as though no time had passed.

"He wasn't going to let you drive." Sam countered.

"You don't know that."

"I do know that." She said with finality.

Sean turned the music up louder, trying to drown them out. "Get a room already." He muttered under his breath low enough for neither of his passengers to hear him.

"Well, who asked you anyway?"

"I was unaware I needed an invitation to the dick swinging contest you two were going to have." Sammy told Jon irritably.

"Well that's true. It's never stopped you before."

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"Would you two just SHUT UP already?! You sound like an old married couple!" Sean roared from the front seat.

"Do not." Jon muttered under his breath.

"Says you." Sammy muttered."

"ENOUGH!"

Sammy and Jon looked up at Sean's mottled vestige. Both realized they were making him genuinely angry finally.

"Sorry." They mumbled together.

"Thank you." Sean ground out and turned the music up again. Sammy huffed out a sigh. Jon mumbled something inarticulate.

There was otherwise blessed silence in the car.

Sean counted to ten in his head but his passengers seemed to have finally taken the hint. They had an hour and a half to go before they needed to be mission ready. "We'll stop and get some lunch to kill some time and then Sammy, why don't you try to get some rest?. I know you didn't get much sleep the last night." Sean suggested gently.

"Yah… okay." She agreed softly and leaned against the window and stared at the passing trees and road signs until her eyes started to droop. Jon made eye contact with Sean in the rear view mirror and mouthed 'thank you' to the other man.

Sean nodded.

The hole in the wall they stopped in had burnt coffee and overcooked burgers but the three of them had several hours to kill if they wanted to reach the back door of the bunker at or around dusk. They made the last leg of their trip in about an hour with some change. Jon directed him to a parking garage about a mile away from the hotel.

"It's going to be a long walk back." Sean observed.

"The security tunnel comes out here. More than likely they used it or the main bunker entrance. It wouldn't be that hard, get the clearance to work there, insert someone… There's a lot of staff." Jon explained.

Sammy blinked awake and sat up. "We're here?"

"Yup." Jon agreed.

"If they used this tunnel, they are going to know it's our likely escape route." Sean pointed out.

"Yah, that's why we are going to very quietly knock all of them out if we can."

"I'm assuming you have a plan?"

"Actually, I was hoping you had one." Jon said earnestly.

"You do realize I don't do things quite exactly like my dad, right?" Sean asked Jon incredulously.

"Good. We'll beat up the first guy, take his gun and shoot the rest." Jon said with an affable grin before trotting off to the exit of the parking garage.

"That's not what I meant!" Sean called after him.

"You'll think of something." Sammy said encouraging and clapped him on the upper arm like a stalwart companion before following Jon.

"Great." Sean muttered. "That's just great. Stick your neck out and everyone thinks you're literally freaking MacGyver." Neither of his companions heard him, however. Then Sean got a plan. "Hey guys! Wait up!"

At 0300 the next morning, SG Dev Group are kitted up and ready to go. A soft knock at the door has the remainder of SG Dev Group, sans Frank on full alert.

"Bellhop. You requested a Check-out?" Says a voice from the other side of the door.

Daddy opens said door. The man on the other side of it looks like a gorilla, muscles everywhere and looked ridiculous in his hotel uniform. "That looks like it hurts." He told the gorilla in a suit.

The bellhop laughs. "Well, us Marines do what we have to, gentlemen."

Daddy smiles. "Semper fi, dude. We ready?"

The bellhop looks at his watch and holds a finger up. "Fifteen minuets until the fun starts, sailors." He told them which gave them enough time to get to the elevator and across the building unnoticed to the conference room. "Let's get your bags on the cart and get you on your way."

The men swiftly load the bell cart and head down the hall to the elevator. Once they reach the ground floor, the man disguised as a bellhop stars counting down. "10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… now." He said quietly.

They fell in behind the Marine and in short order, reach the conference room. He points them to the conference room's hidden doors and holds his hand up. "Okay, sixty seconds. You guys get the door open, get through and close it behind you. I'll make sure everything looks good on this side once you are gone. Good luck Navy." He glances down at his watch and points with two fingers together. "Now, now, now." He says almost under his breath.

Daddy punches in the code and the LED on the security panel turns green. The door swings open and in fifteen seconds, the men are lost in the darkness within.

The door swings shut behind them and the "bellhop" casually goes back to his "job".

The Seals each pull down their night vision goggles and move silently through the facility like wraiths, checking areas as they go. The further they find themselves into the bunker the more safety lights come on and they hear something that sounds almost like gunfire… but not exactly.

The three men power up their Zats and make their way towards the noise. They see a half dozen knuckle draggers. The one in the lead barks, "Fireworks. We've been had. Thompson, Stevens, come in." He said over his com.

He wasn't even answered by the static of a garbled reply.

"Dammit. They separated us. Quick. Back to the prisoner." The apparent leader ordered the others.

The Seals followed them silently and took care to ensure the targets don't leave a trailer to come up on their collective six.

What bothered the team was who else was down here? If someone else was after the targets or for that matter, after the General, this could get real ugly real fast. Two minutes later, the group they are following hits a corner and their leader shouts, "Hands up! Don't move!" and a series of rounds being chambered echoes through the hallway. "What the hell are you kids up to? Who the hell are you?!"

Distracted by the intruders, none of the targets see or hear the Seals that come up behind them and shoot all of them except the kids with Zats. One of the kids, a blond girl, turns and heads for another door without seeing them and frantically opens it. They hear O'Neill say something to her as the other kid, a gangly boy with old eyes turns to see the Seals come out from the darkness like ghosts.

"We're friends." Daddy shouts, just in case the kids are armed.

"Well, that's good," the sandy haired boy who looks to be in his late teens says. "I didn't want to have to try to knock you guys out."

Frothy laughs. The kid isn't exactly built like a brick shithouse. "We appreciate it," he said, looking at the two guards already laying on the floor, clearly having been gassed with something.