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Jack Dalton stood in the airport terminal awaiting a flight from Seattle. As soon as he was able to, at the police station, he had made a phone call to his and Mac's friend Pete. Pete quickly assessed the situation and with a few phone calls was soon on his way along with Mac's son Sam, to Colorado. Jack nervously looked around, he expected Murdock to appear from the shadows at any given moment.
The PA system announced the planes arrival and Jack twisted his hands nervously waiting for the passengers to unload. His eyes caught sight of Sam first and Jack exhaled in relief. A broad grin filled with sorrow crossed his face as he embraced the young man.
An older man, bald on the top and slightly broad in the waist, followed suit, the three men looked at each other and expressed their sympathies. Pete placed a hand on Jack's shoulder. "Well, have the police found anything out yet?"
Jack looked at him and shook his head. He sighed, "No, or if they have they're not telling me."
" But I thought you were with my dad all night at the police station, but that Murdock did something to his mind?" The younger man asked.
Jack looked away nervously, "I guess that guy is with the Air force. Truthfully I really don't know what's going on right now. I would still swear that guy is Mac."
Pete broke in, "If this guy is military his hair would have to be a lot shorter than Mac's."
Sam snickered, "Nope. Dad decided to cut his hair shortly before leaving. 'A change was needed', he said." Sam finished with a slight roll of the eyes, expressing what his thoughts were on the new style.
"Well," Jack said. "Lets go get your bags, we'll swing by the police station on the way to the hotel, maybe they've found something out by now."
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Major Carter rapped lightly on Colonel O'Neill's door. She was rewarded with a bid for her to enter. "Colonel, you sleep well?" She asked with a smile.
O'Neill finishing pulling his t-shirt on over his head, missed Carter's eyes as she noticed his upper torso, fresh from a shower. "Oh, not too bad. Had the weirdest dream though, dancing cops and doughnuts." He shook his head to rid himself of the memory. "What's up?" He asked getting to the point.
"Well, sir, we found out some stuff on this MacGyver fellow." She returned his abruptness, attempting not to laugh at his dream.
"Oh, good." O'Neill responded with a nod of his head. He finished tying his boots and started out of his room, with Sam Carter fallowing close behind. "Well?"
Carter watched as he closed the door and started down the hall to the mess. "He seems to be the CEO of a company called the Phoenix Foundation."
"Go on."
"Humanitarian, spokesman in the anti-gun movement, member of Green peace, heavily into the politics of privatizing the military…"
O'Neill stopped and looked at her. "Huh?" He asked his face accentuating his comment.
Carter just returned his look with a shrug. "I've already talked to General Hammond, with the record this guy has, if Maybourne tells him anything…. Well we've surmised that it won't do us much good."
O'Neill rolled his eyes, "Great! So…?", He threw his arms out in an exaggerated gesture.
"So, General Hammond is getting the authorization to remove the problem from the local authorities. It should be in by the time you're done eating. Then you and I will head to the police station and retrieve the files."
"Do we have to wear our Bravo's?" He continued walking.
"Yes sir."
"Lovely. Now will I not only be spending two nights in a row at the doughnut shop, but I've got to be uncomfortable tonight. I am NOT wearing the damn shirt stays." Carter shook her head and laughed.
No sooner was O'Neill finished eating then the authorization came in. He quickly changed and met Carter at the elevator. She held the official paperwork in her hands. "Lets go." He stated and adjusted his sunglasses. They entered the lift and headed out.
***AN: Shirt Stays for those who don't know are elastic straps with clips on the ends. They look similar to four mini-suspenders, they are clipped in the front and back bottom of the shirt on both the left and right sides. More than likely these items were invented as a torture device to compliment the Iron Maiden ;D. The straps are then wrapped around the legs and joined to the top of socks, firmly cutting of any circulation to the legs and feet. They keep the shirt tucked in and the socks upright.
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