Branches
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1, Star Gate and Alias no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
AN: Sorry this has taken so long! Working on other stories now!
Three men strode in through the door silently. One had the steely look of a seasoned soldier, one's face was that of the too quickly matured, and the thrid's was etched with the knowledge of how things were. Each had a purpose, shared with his fellows. The determination between them was enough to make one quiveer in his shoes. Each was dressed sharply, one in dress blues, the other two in combat fatigues. A combination to intimidate anyone. They marched in triangular formation, their shoes tapping the floor and echoeing through the room. They looked straight ahead, unflinching, unblinking. They would not be detered....
"We haven't heard from her in five days....what makes you think they have?"
"Well, the CIA would have sent their agents with mechanical equipment that Cass doesn't have"
"Even the best equipment can not be used when one is incapacitated....or dead"
"Gentlemen, " Agent Bristo said, closing the door behind him, catching only the last part of that conversation. They all turned, so Bristo held his hand out to the one in uniform.
"I'm Agent Bristo"
"Jack O'Neill" the other man replied, and Bristo got a forboding feeling. Would these men bring news? And what kind?
"You're the attache's father" he replied, "She spoke of you. How can I help you?"
"We have not had news from Cassandra in 5 days" one of the other men said, "We hoped you had"
"Bristo, Greg and Dr. Daniel Jackson" O'Neill gestured first to the (very) young man who had spoken, and then to the man in glasses. Bristo wondered if the Air Force was in the habit of using high school students for all of their important missions. He shook both of their hands.
"I'm sorry to say that we lost contact with the group six days ago" he told them, slightly abashed by the admission, "The last we heard, they had been seperated after parachuting from a plane over French soil. What information did your daughter give the next day?"
"None, except that she was okay, as was....Murry?" Dr. Jackson answered.
"If all contact has been lost, does that not mean they have been captured by your enemy?" Grege asked, concern creeping in his voice.
"Not necessarily," Bristo answered.
"Not necessarily?!" O'Neill repeated, allowing his tone to say exactly what he though, "What the hell do you THINK happened to them?"
"Uh, I think what Jack means, " Dr. Jackson interrupted before the military man could go on, "What exactly is being done to get them back?" All three men seemed especially interested in that question. Bristo didn't think they'd like the answer.
"At the moment" he took a breath, "Nothing"
"Nothing?!" All three of them shouted back at him.
"We have no idea where they are, or what the situation might be" Bristo defended himself quickly.
"The situation, Agent Bristo," O'Neill emphasized menacingly, "Is that my SEVENTEEN year old daughter is out there, PROBABLY a prisoner of some freak, and you're not doing anything about it!"
"My daughter is missing too, O'Neill" he said, not having a rank to use, "And I would not have sent her if I did not trust in her abilities and I'm sure you would not have sent your daughter unless she was well qualified."
"A bullet doesn't care if you're qualified or not, Agent Bristo" Dr. Jackson pointed out quietly. Bristo sighed. He didn't need this now. He had intelligence teams all over the world keeping an ear out for any helpful information, but that was all he was authorized to do. What was he supposed to tell these men, who were obviously much more worried about their people than the mission. What kind of program did they work for where they could afford to risk an entire operation on the chance that their people were still alive? He wished he worked there.
"As soon as we have some information to go on, we will do something" was all he could assure them. None of the visitors said anything, perhaps already planning their own rescue mission. Bristo hoped they succeded.
"Sir?" Bristo turned. A woman had cracked the door open and poked her head in.
"Marshall found something" The other three followed as Bristo marched to Marshall's desk.
"Hello!" Marshall greeted the new men cordially.
"This is one of our resident experts, Marshall" Bristo made a quick introduction, "This is O'Neill, Jackson and Greg"
"Hello, hello" Marshall said shaking their hands. O'Neill took it and held it.
"Whad ja find?" he asked.
"Oh, oh, yeah! Well, I've been monitoring the channels that Sloan and Derevco usually use, you know just in case there was something we could use, and I found this message" He hit a button and a series of high pitched whines sounded. He rocked back on his heels, a smile on his face. Bristo nearly rolled his eyes.
"Marshall!"
"Oh, sorry. It's a deteriorated Morse code signal. Now, they threw in some noise but that was easy to screen out once you account for giga hertz and....."
"Marshall!" O'Neill and Jackson exchanged looks, both thinking the same thing: Sam.
"Sorry. It's an order for a private plane" the nervous little man said.
"Do you know where it's going?" Bristo asked hurridly.
"Greece" was the answer. Bristo patted Marshall on the back.
"Good job" he said and started walking away.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!" O'Neill called, "What does that mean?" Bristo turned back around.
"It means we have our information" he said and took off, barking orders. Daniel and Jack looked at each other for a moment.
"I'll go call General Hammond" Daniel said, taking off.
"I've got Bristo" Jack called to him. It wasn't easy to get his attention though.
"We want to go" he informed the CIA agent when he had.
"Look, I'm sure you feel you need to do something, but..."
"Jack, besides the fact that my daughter and one of my best friends is out there, there's still that little matter of....whatever it was that was stolen from my department" Jack told the man, "And if Cass and...Murry...are out, you're going to need us" Bristo considered for a second.
"What's your rank?"
"Colonel" Jack answered. The CIA agent caught a man by the arm.
"The Colonel and his group are coming with us, get them some gear"
"Yes, sir!" the man replied, "Follow me sir!"
"Thanks, Jack"
"No problem....Jack"
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: SG-1, Star Gate and Alias no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
AN: Sorry this has taken so long! Working on other stories now!
Three men strode in through the door silently. One had the steely look of a seasoned soldier, one's face was that of the too quickly matured, and the thrid's was etched with the knowledge of how things were. Each had a purpose, shared with his fellows. The determination between them was enough to make one quiveer in his shoes. Each was dressed sharply, one in dress blues, the other two in combat fatigues. A combination to intimidate anyone. They marched in triangular formation, their shoes tapping the floor and echoeing through the room. They looked straight ahead, unflinching, unblinking. They would not be detered....
"We haven't heard from her in five days....what makes you think they have?"
"Well, the CIA would have sent their agents with mechanical equipment that Cass doesn't have"
"Even the best equipment can not be used when one is incapacitated....or dead"
"Gentlemen, " Agent Bristo said, closing the door behind him, catching only the last part of that conversation. They all turned, so Bristo held his hand out to the one in uniform.
"I'm Agent Bristo"
"Jack O'Neill" the other man replied, and Bristo got a forboding feeling. Would these men bring news? And what kind?
"You're the attache's father" he replied, "She spoke of you. How can I help you?"
"We have not had news from Cassandra in 5 days" one of the other men said, "We hoped you had"
"Bristo, Greg and Dr. Daniel Jackson" O'Neill gestured first to the (very) young man who had spoken, and then to the man in glasses. Bristo wondered if the Air Force was in the habit of using high school students for all of their important missions. He shook both of their hands.
"I'm sorry to say that we lost contact with the group six days ago" he told them, slightly abashed by the admission, "The last we heard, they had been seperated after parachuting from a plane over French soil. What information did your daughter give the next day?"
"None, except that she was okay, as was....Murry?" Dr. Jackson answered.
"If all contact has been lost, does that not mean they have been captured by your enemy?" Grege asked, concern creeping in his voice.
"Not necessarily," Bristo answered.
"Not necessarily?!" O'Neill repeated, allowing his tone to say exactly what he though, "What the hell do you THINK happened to them?"
"Uh, I think what Jack means, " Dr. Jackson interrupted before the military man could go on, "What exactly is being done to get them back?" All three men seemed especially interested in that question. Bristo didn't think they'd like the answer.
"At the moment" he took a breath, "Nothing"
"Nothing?!" All three of them shouted back at him.
"We have no idea where they are, or what the situation might be" Bristo defended himself quickly.
"The situation, Agent Bristo," O'Neill emphasized menacingly, "Is that my SEVENTEEN year old daughter is out there, PROBABLY a prisoner of some freak, and you're not doing anything about it!"
"My daughter is missing too, O'Neill" he said, not having a rank to use, "And I would not have sent her if I did not trust in her abilities and I'm sure you would not have sent your daughter unless she was well qualified."
"A bullet doesn't care if you're qualified or not, Agent Bristo" Dr. Jackson pointed out quietly. Bristo sighed. He didn't need this now. He had intelligence teams all over the world keeping an ear out for any helpful information, but that was all he was authorized to do. What was he supposed to tell these men, who were obviously much more worried about their people than the mission. What kind of program did they work for where they could afford to risk an entire operation on the chance that their people were still alive? He wished he worked there.
"As soon as we have some information to go on, we will do something" was all he could assure them. None of the visitors said anything, perhaps already planning their own rescue mission. Bristo hoped they succeded.
"Sir?" Bristo turned. A woman had cracked the door open and poked her head in.
"Marshall found something" The other three followed as Bristo marched to Marshall's desk.
"Hello!" Marshall greeted the new men cordially.
"This is one of our resident experts, Marshall" Bristo made a quick introduction, "This is O'Neill, Jackson and Greg"
"Hello, hello" Marshall said shaking their hands. O'Neill took it and held it.
"Whad ja find?" he asked.
"Oh, oh, yeah! Well, I've been monitoring the channels that Sloan and Derevco usually use, you know just in case there was something we could use, and I found this message" He hit a button and a series of high pitched whines sounded. He rocked back on his heels, a smile on his face. Bristo nearly rolled his eyes.
"Marshall!"
"Oh, sorry. It's a deteriorated Morse code signal. Now, they threw in some noise but that was easy to screen out once you account for giga hertz and....."
"Marshall!" O'Neill and Jackson exchanged looks, both thinking the same thing: Sam.
"Sorry. It's an order for a private plane" the nervous little man said.
"Do you know where it's going?" Bristo asked hurridly.
"Greece" was the answer. Bristo patted Marshall on the back.
"Good job" he said and started walking away.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!" O'Neill called, "What does that mean?" Bristo turned back around.
"It means we have our information" he said and took off, barking orders. Daniel and Jack looked at each other for a moment.
"I'll go call General Hammond" Daniel said, taking off.
"I've got Bristo" Jack called to him. It wasn't easy to get his attention though.
"We want to go" he informed the CIA agent when he had.
"Look, I'm sure you feel you need to do something, but..."
"Jack, besides the fact that my daughter and one of my best friends is out there, there's still that little matter of....whatever it was that was stolen from my department" Jack told the man, "And if Cass and...Murry...are out, you're going to need us" Bristo considered for a second.
"What's your rank?"
"Colonel" Jack answered. The CIA agent caught a man by the arm.
"The Colonel and his group are coming with us, get them some gear"
"Yes, sir!" the man replied, "Follow me sir!"
"Thanks, Jack"
"No problem....Jack"
