I Have Not Seen the Righteous Forsaken - Chapter 5
Simmons sat fiddling with his pen before slamming it down on his desk in frustration. How had Hammond put up with this job he wondered for not the first time. In the few months since he'd taken control of the Stargate project, the lines around his eyes had grown deeper, gray hairs mixing in with the black.
"Excuse me, sir? Dr. Nolan asked me to bring you this."
"Ah, thank you. You're dismissed."
Opening the folder, he stared at the DNA test results. The name printed on the page and the accompanying picture glared back at him.
"Dr. Janet Fraiser. I should have known."
So they were staging a little mutiny, were they? That wouldn't do. Simmons picked up the phone.
"Michaels? I need your report on our little shindig from a couple nights ago. Come to my office immediately."
Simmons tapped his fingers impatiently until Michaels arrived.
"Have a seat. What is your analysis? Were you able to get anything more than just DNA?"
"Actually, I was just coming to see you about that, sir. Turns out we got a lot more than just an identification."
Simmons' eyebrows rose, indicating for Michaels to continue.
"Well, you see, sir, the blood left a trail. I think we've found them."
* * *
Jack O'Neill scanned the city through his binoculars. Remaining hidden in the trees, the team had been observing for over three hours.
"Ah, there they are again."
He passed the binoculars to General Hammond. The General shook his head as he saw two NID men exiting a building, shaking hands with one of the Tequerans.
"I can't believe the President would allow them to trade with these people."
"He wouldn't, Siler. It would seem we finally have the evidence we need to get rid of the NID once and for all. Let's go."
* * *
Carter walked quickly through the darkened streets heading to their SGC. She'd spent all day with Mark and his family. It had been nice, but her thoughts had distracted her from fully enjoying the visit. She knew she had to keep up a normal front, but playing basketball with your niece and nephew while your team was making plans for the final attack against the NID had been difficult. She sighed. This final attack would either make or break them. Would the President agree that the NID was in the wrong once they presented their evidence? Would he even listen to them? Once the President found out what they'd been doing, would he honour them, or would he have them shipped off to the nearest military prison?
These thoughts kept running through her head as she neared her destination. Suddenly, she heard movement. Before she could take another step, she was grabbed from behind and held in a grip of steel with a hand pushed against her mouth. She started to struggle, but then her captor's scent hit her.
"Sam, listen to me. I don't have much time. The NID have been made aware of your position. They are going to stage an attack in exactly two hours and forty-five minutes. You have to get out of there right now. Do you understand?"
Quickly she nodded. Why had he done this? She didn't deserve his kindness.
"I don't know why you are so adamant against the NID, and I don't really want to know. Just promise me you'll be careful."
She nodded again. This time he let her go. Turning to face him, she took hold of his hand.
"Joe, I know this doesn't make up for the hurt I caused you, but I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I . . ."
"No, Sam. Let's just leave it here. What's done is done, and I forgive you, but this is where it ends, okay?"
"Okay."
She watched him walk away, then turned and ran.
* * *
Jenkins smiled at the Tequeran leader as they shook hands. Finally, the deal was completed. They had the bio-weapons.
"Why, Steve Jenkins and Jon Richards! Long time no see. What's it been, seven, eight months?"
"Colonel O'Neill. How nice of you to show up."
"I thought so. And look, I've brought some friends with me. Looks like we've got you outnumbered by quite a few. Let's take a walk shall we?"
With a slight wave and smile thrown at the bewildered Tequeran leader, Jack and his party headed off toward the stargate.
"You know, I think I liked it better when we didn't know where you were."
"Oh, now that hurt."
* * *
"Change of plans, everyone," Sam began as she burst into the Conference Room. "The NID found us. They should be here in about two and a half hours. We've got to move out."
Maybourne stood up from his position at the head of the table. He shook his head slightly. Just once he'd like to see operations run in an orderly fashion. Just once.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he sighed, "it would seem that our plans have been pushed slightly ahead of schedule."
* * *
Hey everyone! I'm so sorry I haven't updated this in the last couple days as I promised. I honestly tried, but then I got the opportunity for a Goodwill shopping spree. Definitely couldn't turn that down. You wouldn't believe the most amazing stuff I got! But enough of that . . . I think a couple of chapters should finish this story. I will try to put the move on because school will be starting soon. Kind of a short chapter this time, but I hope you liked it! Feedback is always, always loved and appreciated!
Simmons sat fiddling with his pen before slamming it down on his desk in frustration. How had Hammond put up with this job he wondered for not the first time. In the few months since he'd taken control of the Stargate project, the lines around his eyes had grown deeper, gray hairs mixing in with the black.
"Excuse me, sir? Dr. Nolan asked me to bring you this."
"Ah, thank you. You're dismissed."
Opening the folder, he stared at the DNA test results. The name printed on the page and the accompanying picture glared back at him.
"Dr. Janet Fraiser. I should have known."
So they were staging a little mutiny, were they? That wouldn't do. Simmons picked up the phone.
"Michaels? I need your report on our little shindig from a couple nights ago. Come to my office immediately."
Simmons tapped his fingers impatiently until Michaels arrived.
"Have a seat. What is your analysis? Were you able to get anything more than just DNA?"
"Actually, I was just coming to see you about that, sir. Turns out we got a lot more than just an identification."
Simmons' eyebrows rose, indicating for Michaels to continue.
"Well, you see, sir, the blood left a trail. I think we've found them."
* * *
Jack O'Neill scanned the city through his binoculars. Remaining hidden in the trees, the team had been observing for over three hours.
"Ah, there they are again."
He passed the binoculars to General Hammond. The General shook his head as he saw two NID men exiting a building, shaking hands with one of the Tequerans.
"I can't believe the President would allow them to trade with these people."
"He wouldn't, Siler. It would seem we finally have the evidence we need to get rid of the NID once and for all. Let's go."
* * *
Carter walked quickly through the darkened streets heading to their SGC. She'd spent all day with Mark and his family. It had been nice, but her thoughts had distracted her from fully enjoying the visit. She knew she had to keep up a normal front, but playing basketball with your niece and nephew while your team was making plans for the final attack against the NID had been difficult. She sighed. This final attack would either make or break them. Would the President agree that the NID was in the wrong once they presented their evidence? Would he even listen to them? Once the President found out what they'd been doing, would he honour them, or would he have them shipped off to the nearest military prison?
These thoughts kept running through her head as she neared her destination. Suddenly, she heard movement. Before she could take another step, she was grabbed from behind and held in a grip of steel with a hand pushed against her mouth. She started to struggle, but then her captor's scent hit her.
"Sam, listen to me. I don't have much time. The NID have been made aware of your position. They are going to stage an attack in exactly two hours and forty-five minutes. You have to get out of there right now. Do you understand?"
Quickly she nodded. Why had he done this? She didn't deserve his kindness.
"I don't know why you are so adamant against the NID, and I don't really want to know. Just promise me you'll be careful."
She nodded again. This time he let her go. Turning to face him, she took hold of his hand.
"Joe, I know this doesn't make up for the hurt I caused you, but I just want you to know that I'm sorry. I . . ."
"No, Sam. Let's just leave it here. What's done is done, and I forgive you, but this is where it ends, okay?"
"Okay."
She watched him walk away, then turned and ran.
* * *
Jenkins smiled at the Tequeran leader as they shook hands. Finally, the deal was completed. They had the bio-weapons.
"Why, Steve Jenkins and Jon Richards! Long time no see. What's it been, seven, eight months?"
"Colonel O'Neill. How nice of you to show up."
"I thought so. And look, I've brought some friends with me. Looks like we've got you outnumbered by quite a few. Let's take a walk shall we?"
With a slight wave and smile thrown at the bewildered Tequeran leader, Jack and his party headed off toward the stargate.
"You know, I think I liked it better when we didn't know where you were."
"Oh, now that hurt."
* * *
"Change of plans, everyone," Sam began as she burst into the Conference Room. "The NID found us. They should be here in about two and a half hours. We've got to move out."
Maybourne stood up from his position at the head of the table. He shook his head slightly. Just once he'd like to see operations run in an orderly fashion. Just once.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he sighed, "it would seem that our plans have been pushed slightly ahead of schedule."
* * *
Hey everyone! I'm so sorry I haven't updated this in the last couple days as I promised. I honestly tried, but then I got the opportunity for a Goodwill shopping spree. Definitely couldn't turn that down. You wouldn't believe the most amazing stuff I got! But enough of that . . . I think a couple of chapters should finish this story. I will try to put the move on because school will be starting soon. Kind of a short chapter this time, but I hope you liked it! Feedback is always, always loved and appreciated!