The Meaning Of Command

Author: Chaoseternus

Chapter 8: Elemental is Down!

GC St Athan

The Williams twins watched the Admiral with worried eyes, he was ill, they could see that but the stubborn man refused to see the doctor, insisting he was okay and he didn't have the time. They didn't believe a word of it, and had vowed at the slightest sign of his condition getting worse, they would sic medical on him whether he felt he needed it or not.

"Sir, I've been checking up on our stocks on Goa'uld equipment and I believe I have an idea" Sarah replied, the surprised look Joan gave her not going unnoticed by Thompson, even in his weakened condition. "Go on" he gestured assent with a shaky hand.
"Well, after what Intel and R&D grabbed, we have 2 Shielded Al-kesh, 2 Cloaked Al-kesh, and enough Udajeets sink a battleship available, so I was thinking maybe we should bring Top Gun into the 21st century?"
"Do it, Sarah you'll take point at this end and coordinate with the SGC, see if you can get Maverick or Iceman involved as well" Thompson gave a weak grin, "and if Maverick bothers you just remind him that Elemental still has the video tapes he doesn't want his wife to see"

Joe's Bar, Seacouver

Methos grinned as he ducked into the men's room, it had been a while since he had the Highlander and the Boy Scout and he was glad to see them again, even if it was for just a short time. He might not have had many friends in his very long existence, but those he considered friends he treasured, and the Macleod's and Joe certainly qualified. He ducked into a cubicle, closing the door after him. About a minute later, he heard two people enter, talking quietly between themselves. At first he paid no attention, but then a word registered, and he stiffened, and began listening very closely, cursing himself for not paying attention earlier.

Five minutes later he dived out of the room like the devil himself was after him, and jumped over the bar into Joe's backroom, frantically dialling a number into the phone in the room from memory.
"Lieutenant Adam Pierson 8994467 for General Hammond, emergency" he breathlessly spoke into the phone.
"Sir, I just overheard a conversation you really need to know about"
"Sir, it is sir, it concerns Admiral Thompson"
"Sir, I believe the NID is poisoning the Admiral"

GC St Athan

Sarah and Joan darted forward shocked as Thompson collapsed forward in his seat, his hand over his heart and lips greyed, heart attack shooting through both their minds as Sarah dived for the phone, allowing Joan to check on the Admiral.

"Medical to Admiral Thompson's office, immediately!"
The clattering sound of running could be heard on the wooden floorboards leading to the Admirals office as the Nurse on the phone line replied, "Medical is already on its way" Medics burst into the room as Sarah put the phone down, and the Williams twins watched worried as the first thing the medics did was grab a blood sample, a nurse running straight out with it. That and the fact that the medics were already on their way when Sarah called had them wondering what the hell was going on. Joan started suddenly, Thompson was down, that left Peters in charge of the RSS and her in charge of the RSS facilities at St Athan. "Sis, get a message of to Thundersdawn immediately, critique priority, Message reads…"

Thundersdawn

"…RSS Actual, call sign Elemental is down, effective immediately Joan Williams has taken command RSS St Athan. Effective immediately Captain Peters now senior RSS commander. Orders?" Peters lowered the message in shock, and glanced around the busy unaware command centre, she swallowed and turned back to the comm. officers station,

"Any more information?"
"Another message coming through from GC now, Captain" the comm. officer replied quietly, she grabbed the printout as soon as it had finished spooling and passed it over, Peters grabbing it eagerly hoping, though not believing that this message would tell her it was all an April fools or something. "Thompson believed poisoned by NID agents aiming for disruption of RSS. Believe further disruptions likely, though not definite. Details follow" Peters cursed, swearing under her breath. This was bad; this was very, very bad.