Jack had reached the door, but then remembered the shamble his clothes were in. If it was indeed Sam, he didn't want to look like a slob. He decided just to take a few minutes straightening up. He yelled to whomever was behind the door that he's coming and in an instant, he was happily throwing the door open. When he saw who was at the door, though, his jubilant smile immediately turned into a disgusted frown.
"Harry. How nice of you to drop by?" Jack said as he stood facing the one and only American traitor Harry Mayborne. Jack could only guess of what would be asked of him this time.
"Hello Jack. Mind if I come in?" Harry said as he tried to take a move through the door. Jack purposely blocked his way.
"Actually, yes, I do. How about we take a walk, instead, if it's that important."
"Jack, you know how I don't like people seeing me free and out and about. Especially with an air force officer. I think it's best we move this inside."
"And I think not, come on Mayborne, let's go." Jack directed Harry out and then turned to lock his door. They walked down the driveway past Jack's truck and then they went towards a park a little bit of a ways down the street. "So, Mayborne, what's up?"
"Jack, I've come to you to propose a deal."
Suspicion had already hit Jack's features and he was becoming annoyed without even first hearing what this "deal" was about. "A deal. Yeah, over my dead body, Mayborne."
"Precisely." Suddenly, Jack felt a stabbing pain in his back. Before he could even realise he had been injected with something, he had already hit the sidewalk. Two men came out of nowhere and helped to pick Jack back up and bring him back towards his house. Harry pulled the keys out of Jack's pocket and unlocked the front door of the house. "As I had said, Jack, you really should have let us do this inside..." Harry smiled grimly towards Jack's lifeless body.
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Sam tried to think of what she would do and how she would explain herself if she actually did run into the Colonel on the surface. She was, at the current moment, doubting that she would. The Colonel, being an astronomy hobbyist, usually preferred to take walks on the surface at night. Sam, though, preferred this as well. It was more of a solemn, deep-down mood that both of them could get in when she would join him. In fact, she often thought that the solitude they reached sometimes on those long, cool, lonely nights rivaled Teal'c's kel'no'reem any day. But today, she just wanted someone to bug. There would be no long chat, no stolen moment, just her bugging her CO, as it should be. If she could find the damned man in the first place.
It seemed like he was nowhere in or around the entire mountain. Sam knew she could always ask the general as to where the Colonel might be, but she didn't want to. She could only imagine how bad that would look. It was ok for her to be curious of Daniel's whereabouts or curious of Teal'c's, but the Colonel. That was just wrong. Sam had been looking through every part of the area surrounding the mountain, still no sign of the Colonel. Finally, brilliance struck.
If the Colonel was here, that would mean his truck would have to be here too, and Sam was plenty well-aquainted with that truck of the Colonel's. Although she definitely liked toying with her motorcycle more, it was fun to take a look under the hood of the Colonel's truck. After all the fun she had with her motorcycle, she kind of did miss the fulfillment of being able to pop open the hood of a huge honking vehicle and just stare and the complexity of one automobile. And then to think of how many of these one vehicles were on the road, it was perplexing, and Sam very much loved being perplexed. What Sam also loved, though, was the way the Colonel would explain to her with pride the power of the engine in that truck as though she was someone who had never had any experience with anything technical at all. She assumed that coming from any other man, this would be demeaning. But coming from the Colonel, she knew he well knew that she could probably tell him more about his own truck than he could ever dream of. But, she also knew that he had so much fun sounding technical right back at her after she always did it to him day after day on missions.
So, finding his truck, that was her goal. She walked randomly into the parking lot with the stares of some officers and started searching. Right away, she found one that looked like the Colonel's. Upon closer inspection, though, she realised that it wasn't. Not in a long shot. It was definitely the same model and type of truck, but it didn't have the Colonel's noticeable feel to it. It didn't have the dent where a hockey puck had glided into its side when the Colonel had been trying to teach Teal'c how to play hockey. It didn't have the dirt glistening on it from all those trips up into Minnesota the Colonel had taken. It was not the Colonel's truck. So, Sam kept searching and searching and finally, she had searched all the vehicles in the lot. The Colonel was definitely not at the mountain. But if he wasn't, where was he?
"Harry. How nice of you to drop by?" Jack said as he stood facing the one and only American traitor Harry Mayborne. Jack could only guess of what would be asked of him this time.
"Hello Jack. Mind if I come in?" Harry said as he tried to take a move through the door. Jack purposely blocked his way.
"Actually, yes, I do. How about we take a walk, instead, if it's that important."
"Jack, you know how I don't like people seeing me free and out and about. Especially with an air force officer. I think it's best we move this inside."
"And I think not, come on Mayborne, let's go." Jack directed Harry out and then turned to lock his door. They walked down the driveway past Jack's truck and then they went towards a park a little bit of a ways down the street. "So, Mayborne, what's up?"
"Jack, I've come to you to propose a deal."
Suspicion had already hit Jack's features and he was becoming annoyed without even first hearing what this "deal" was about. "A deal. Yeah, over my dead body, Mayborne."
"Precisely." Suddenly, Jack felt a stabbing pain in his back. Before he could even realise he had been injected with something, he had already hit the sidewalk. Two men came out of nowhere and helped to pick Jack back up and bring him back towards his house. Harry pulled the keys out of Jack's pocket and unlocked the front door of the house. "As I had said, Jack, you really should have let us do this inside..." Harry smiled grimly towards Jack's lifeless body.
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Sam tried to think of what she would do and how she would explain herself if she actually did run into the Colonel on the surface. She was, at the current moment, doubting that she would. The Colonel, being an astronomy hobbyist, usually preferred to take walks on the surface at night. Sam, though, preferred this as well. It was more of a solemn, deep-down mood that both of them could get in when she would join him. In fact, she often thought that the solitude they reached sometimes on those long, cool, lonely nights rivaled Teal'c's kel'no'reem any day. But today, she just wanted someone to bug. There would be no long chat, no stolen moment, just her bugging her CO, as it should be. If she could find the damned man in the first place.
It seemed like he was nowhere in or around the entire mountain. Sam knew she could always ask the general as to where the Colonel might be, but she didn't want to. She could only imagine how bad that would look. It was ok for her to be curious of Daniel's whereabouts or curious of Teal'c's, but the Colonel. That was just wrong. Sam had been looking through every part of the area surrounding the mountain, still no sign of the Colonel. Finally, brilliance struck.
If the Colonel was here, that would mean his truck would have to be here too, and Sam was plenty well-aquainted with that truck of the Colonel's. Although she definitely liked toying with her motorcycle more, it was fun to take a look under the hood of the Colonel's truck. After all the fun she had with her motorcycle, she kind of did miss the fulfillment of being able to pop open the hood of a huge honking vehicle and just stare and the complexity of one automobile. And then to think of how many of these one vehicles were on the road, it was perplexing, and Sam very much loved being perplexed. What Sam also loved, though, was the way the Colonel would explain to her with pride the power of the engine in that truck as though she was someone who had never had any experience with anything technical at all. She assumed that coming from any other man, this would be demeaning. But coming from the Colonel, she knew he well knew that she could probably tell him more about his own truck than he could ever dream of. But, she also knew that he had so much fun sounding technical right back at her after she always did it to him day after day on missions.
So, finding his truck, that was her goal. She walked randomly into the parking lot with the stares of some officers and started searching. Right away, she found one that looked like the Colonel's. Upon closer inspection, though, she realised that it wasn't. Not in a long shot. It was definitely the same model and type of truck, but it didn't have the Colonel's noticeable feel to it. It didn't have the dent where a hockey puck had glided into its side when the Colonel had been trying to teach Teal'c how to play hockey. It didn't have the dirt glistening on it from all those trips up into Minnesota the Colonel had taken. It was not the Colonel's truck. So, Sam kept searching and searching and finally, she had searched all the vehicles in the lot. The Colonel was definitely not at the mountain. But if he wasn't, where was he?