The Report, part 15

O'Neill watched as the flashing lights from the police cars disappeared off into the darkness. A low rumble of a powerful engine and the sound of tires braking on gravel heralded the arrival of Carter, Teal'c and Jonas.

"What happened to General Clark?" The blond major looked round.

"That's a very good question Carter." O'Neill turned to Chavez, "Care to fill us in Major Chavez, if that is your real name?"

Chavez looked at O'Neill, his eyes burning with anger, "Don't start with me, sir; I am not in the mood." Spinning on his heels, the Hispanic officer walked back to the SUV and pulled Clark's cell-phone from inside. He looked through the various numbers stored in its memory till he found the one he needed. He pressed the send button and held it to his ear, "I need to speak to Director Murray. Tell him its Domingo Chavez."

There was silence for a moment, SG1 looking at the young man, surprised at his tone of voice. He suddenly looked up, "Dan. No sir, I'm fine, but John's been arrested. No sir, they arrested him under the name Kelly. Yes sir I know that, I was there when the President told him. No sir, he specifically told me to keep him out of this. The U.S. Marshal's office, a Chief Deputy called Samuel Gerard. No, they had the state police with them. Ok, I'll stand by." Chavez hung up.

"And that was?" O'Neill looked at him.

"Dan Murray, Director of the FBI." Chavez put the phone in his pocket.

"And all that stuff about the name Kelly?" Carter was confused.

Chavez leaned against the side of the SUV, "John, General Clark, was born John Kelly. I don't know the full story, only bit's I've picked up over the years, but something happened back in the 70's, a year or two after he came back from 'Nam for the first time. There was a woman, someone John had just met, and she was killed by a group of drug dealers she'd been working as a mule for. They did some real sick shit to her before she died. John kind of snapped: He'd lost his first wife about 18-mounths before."

Chavez bended his knees until he was sitting on the road, leaning back against the wheel, "He went a little crazy, and went after them, one by one. There was some stuff about the Navy wanting him to do a mission in North Vietnam. He took the mission, but by that time the detective assigned to investigate the death of the drug dealers was closing in, so John made the CIA a deal: he'd go to work for them, and they'd help him fake his death."

"Is this common within your government?" Teal'c raised an eyebrow.

"More common then you'd think." Chavez laughed nervously, "Mr. C was quite the operative in his time: he was the CIA's iceman for 30-years."

"Iceman?" Jonas was confused,

"Assassin." O'Neill nodded, "So what happened next?"

"When President Durling asked Doc. Ryan to become Vice-President he said yes, on one condition; Durling was to give John Kelly a full presidential pardon. When he died when the Capital building was hit, the Doc did it himself. I was there when he told John." Chavez's voice was slowly deteriorating into its East-LA street kid origins.

The mobile rang; Chavez quickly stood and pulled it from his pocket, "Chavez. Hi Ed. WHAT!" Chavez let lose with a string of curses, some in English, some is Spanish, some in a league that was probably made up on the spot.

O'Neill raised an eyebrow: he was impressed by the young man's imagination.

Chavez took a deep breath to calm down, "What should I do? Ok. No, John said not to involve the President. Well go ahead, but you know that John will be angry with you. Ok. Bye." Chavez put the phone down and let slip a second string of oaths, to fast for the others to keep track of, but name 'Kinsey' mentioned at lest twice.

"I take it the good Senator's been up to his usual power games?" O'Neill raised an eyebrow.

"If I ever get my hands on him!" Chavez kicked out at the SUV's tire.

O'Neill carefully placed a hand on the Major's shoulder, "Look, Carter will take you down to the station so you keep an eye on things down there, I'll head back to the base and tell Hammond. Maybe he can do something."

Chavez nodded, fallowing Carter over to her car.

To Be Continued…