The Report, part 3

O'Neill looked at the fax, "Clark. That names rings a bell, but I can't quite place it." He looked up at Hammond, "I don't suppose there is anyway we could get a look at there files is there?"

"I'm afraid that will not be possible: while you all have high security clearance, there are something's that you are not allowed to know." The General shook his head, "Both General Clark and Major Chavez are former CIA operatives."

"That's where I know the name John Clark from: He used to work for Bob Ritter." O'Neill snapped his fingers, "He was mentioned in passing when the Agency tried to recruit me once, back in the 80's."

Carter looked up, "Operation Reciprocity, the Columbian thing." The others turned to look at her, and she blushed, "A report into it came across my desk when I was working at the Pentagon: President Bennett and NSA James Cutter arranged their own little war, and a man referred to as Clark ran the combat side of things from Panama."

"When that all came out in the papers and on TV you said you where as shocked as the rest of us!" O'Neill looked at her.

Carter shrugged, "I was surprised it came out: I only saw it because I had to spend a week working in the Special Operations department before I could get access to the Stargate files."

Hammond nodded, "Well, they should be here in two days, so I want you and Col. O'Neill to meet them at the academy airfield and escort them here. Dismissed."

USAF Transport aircraft, somewhere over northern Missouri, two days later…

Major Domingo 'Ding' Chavez leaned back in his chair, "I'm telling you Mr. C, this is the strangest thing I've ever hared of! Ancient metal rings, travel to other worlds, aliens! It's like that show Wormhole X-treme! from the Sci-Fi Channel."

"Ding my boy, you watch too much TV." General John Clark smiled, "All we have to do is have a look round, take a quick trip through the gate to somewhere else, then come back and tell Kinsey to shove his revised standing orders up his ass, or at least, the President will."

Clark's mobile rang. He looked at the display, "Talk of the devil." He pressed the receive button, "Hello Senator. May I ask how you got this number? Yes I'm sure that your sectary could easily find my number, but the one listed is false and would put you through to a voice-mail service: this direct line is restricted. To the best of my knowledge only 10 people know it, and I doubt that any of them would give it to you. No, Senator, I do not believe that President Ryan would give you this number. Because he wants this inspection to be as impartial as possible, that's why."

Clark sat bolt upright, "Listen Senator, I don't take kindly to such thinly veiled threats, and the last group of people who tried to do that ended up ether dead on in the deepest, darkest, hole the British government could find, never to see the light of day again." Ding looked round and went to say something, but Clark held up a hand to stop him, "No Senator, you can't order me to do anything: all orders have to come down the chain of command, and right now I only have to answer to the man at the very top. I recommend you get one of your NID toads to get you my CIA file, and you read it carefully before you talk to me again." With that he hung-up.

Ding turned to look at his mentor, "You sure that was a good idea?"

"He thinks he can intimidate me into telling the President that the SGC isn't doing its job, and that NID should take over. Anyway, I can handle the good Senator: he's not stupid enough to attack the base back in England." Clark leaned back in his chair and went to sleep.

To Be Continued…