Talon: Thanks for clearing that up

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Chapter 19: Bets and Bookmakers, or Hammond's Revenge

Hammond strode briskly into his second in commands office, not surprised to find all of SG-1 and the scoobys together. They had been here three days now and were getting along very well. O'Neill and Xander were getting on well enough that it was starting to scare the general, and half the base as well. The other half were to busy placing bets with the projects unofficial (and technically illegal) bookmaker Ferreti to be scared. Well, Hammond thought, someone would be happy, the best part of a thousand dollars was on the day the Scoobys got official status from the president. Hammond just wished the President had held off an hour or two till this afternoon, his granddaughter's college fund could have used the money…

"Miss Summers, Mr Harris, Miss Rosenberg and Mr Giles. The President was ecstatic about you being here and has been making phone calls ever since he heard, something about being able to arrange 'saving the world' money and medals for the last seven years at last. As of 1145 today, you are officially a 'Special Projects' SG team, designation SG-S1. And no O'Neill you do not get saving the world money, you get paid wages so you can put your hand down" Hammond finished exasperated.

"Well, it was worth a try" the rest of SG-1 just hid grins.

At this point, Ferreti who had been watching the general like a hawk, strode in, "Is it official yet?"

"1145" Carter replied.

"Teal'c, congratulations $1005 is now yours, any ideas as to what you plan to do with it?"

"I plan to buy a massage bed, most relaxing"

"No need for endless supplies of quarters either" O'Neill replied "Don't ask" he added seeing the strange looks he was getting.

"For the record, I heard none of that and certainly do not condone any gambling in this facility, off the record $75 says SG-Scooby by the end of their week worth of training is wiping the floor with their instructors"

Ferreti grinned as he brought his leather bound notebook out, his grin getting greater as SG-1 collectively reached for their wallets, breaking out 10's and 20's.

"So" O'Neill said, as he handed $40 over to Ferreti, to add to Carters $30, Daniel's $50 and the $100 Teal'c took straight from his winnings "Who's the instructors?"

Hammond grinned, the gleeful look making O'Neill suddenly very afraid.

"You are, SG-1 will personally oversee SG-S1 through an accelerated basic training package, primarily basic weapons, protocol, command procedures and SGC specifics"

Hammond grinned ferally at the looks on SG-1 faces and left. It wasn't often he got to get SG-1 back for all the headaches, paperwork, late hours, worry and plain old ulcers they caused him, so when he got the opportunity he took it, as soon as he had made 'arrangements' involving the security cameras and microphones of course.