"There you go." Sam said as she removed a piece of lint from Jack's uniform
the next morning. "All smart."
"So can I go play now?" Jack asked smirking.
"As long as you play nice with the sailors."
"Sam they're lawyers." Jack pointed out.
"I'm pretty sure they're in the Navy too. Some of them are Marines too."
"I can handle Marines." Jack said.
"These people aren't SG-3."
"But I out rank most then anyway. I'll be fine."
"Come find me at the Pentagon when you're done we'll see what we have. The Secretary of Defence wants a progress report tomorrow morning."
"Okay. Have a nice day." Jack gave Sam a kiss goodbye.
~
"Can I help Colonel?" If Jack read it right a young Petty Officer asked.
"Yes I'm looking Commander Devon." Jack replied.
"Is the Commander expecting you sir?"
"Yes. Colonel Jack O'Neill. Is something wrong?" He asked.
"Sorry sir, we don't get many Air Force pilots in here."
"I don't fly much anymore. More ground forces these days. So is the Commander available?"
"Yes sir. I'll just tell him you're here."
"Thank you." Jack said waiting.
"Colonel O'Neill, it's a pleasure to meet. Kyle Devon."
"It's nice to meet you too."
"Shall we go to my office?" Devon asked.
"Is there somewhere a little more private where we won't be disturbed?" Jack asked.
"Lucy is the conference room free?" He asked the Petty Officer.
"Yes sir."
"If you'll follow me Colonel." Devon left him to the conference room. "Please take a seat; can I get you something to drink?"
"No I'm fine thank you."
"So what can I do for you Colonel? I mean the Air Force has it's own JAG lawyers."
"This is a matter of national security and as such is highly classified. I need you to sign some papers say you won't reveal any of our conversation."
"If it's such a highly classified matter why me?"
"You were the SecNav's recommendation. So first the paperwork for him." Jack handed Devon a form. As a typical lawyer he read it before signing it. "Now these are the same but are for different parts for the hierarchy. This one's for General Ryan who is as you probably know the head of the Air Force the equivalent of your CNO." He handed over the form. "This one's for the Secretary of the Air Force." He pushed another form across the table. "Secretary of Defence."
"Next you'll be telling me there's one for the President."
"Actually...." Jack pushed another form across the table.
"Wow and I thought I had to file a lot of paperwork."
"We like to cover our sixes. As I'm sure you're aware if you breech security and reveal our discussion you'll be open to prosecution at the highest level."
"Are you sure you're not a lawyer?" Devon asked.
"No, I'm just an Air Force Colonel, who got asked to do this while my wife gets to play at the Pentagon."
"What does your wife do?" Devon asked.
"Sam's a theoretical astrophysicist among other things."
"I'll have to watch out for a Sam O'Neill."
"It's Carter. She figured one O'Neill on our base was enough."
"She wouldn't be Major Dr Samantha Carter would she?" Devon questioned as he handed Jack all the paperwork back.
"Yes. Do you know her?"
"Not personally, but I wanted her as an expert witness for a case I had last year but I was told she was out of the country and unavailable."
"We're out of the country and unavailable at lot." Jack check the paperwork was all accounted for.
"Sir, if this is really that classified we have a secure room in the basement that can't be bugged and the only person with a key is my CO."
"That would probably be a good idea."
"I'll just go and get the key. If you want to wait here sir."
"Thank you."
TBC
"So can I go play now?" Jack asked smirking.
"As long as you play nice with the sailors."
"Sam they're lawyers." Jack pointed out.
"I'm pretty sure they're in the Navy too. Some of them are Marines too."
"I can handle Marines." Jack said.
"These people aren't SG-3."
"But I out rank most then anyway. I'll be fine."
"Come find me at the Pentagon when you're done we'll see what we have. The Secretary of Defence wants a progress report tomorrow morning."
"Okay. Have a nice day." Jack gave Sam a kiss goodbye.
~
"Can I help Colonel?" If Jack read it right a young Petty Officer asked.
"Yes I'm looking Commander Devon." Jack replied.
"Is the Commander expecting you sir?"
"Yes. Colonel Jack O'Neill. Is something wrong?" He asked.
"Sorry sir, we don't get many Air Force pilots in here."
"I don't fly much anymore. More ground forces these days. So is the Commander available?"
"Yes sir. I'll just tell him you're here."
"Thank you." Jack said waiting.
"Colonel O'Neill, it's a pleasure to meet. Kyle Devon."
"It's nice to meet you too."
"Shall we go to my office?" Devon asked.
"Is there somewhere a little more private where we won't be disturbed?" Jack asked.
"Lucy is the conference room free?" He asked the Petty Officer.
"Yes sir."
"If you'll follow me Colonel." Devon left him to the conference room. "Please take a seat; can I get you something to drink?"
"No I'm fine thank you."
"So what can I do for you Colonel? I mean the Air Force has it's own JAG lawyers."
"This is a matter of national security and as such is highly classified. I need you to sign some papers say you won't reveal any of our conversation."
"If it's such a highly classified matter why me?"
"You were the SecNav's recommendation. So first the paperwork for him." Jack handed Devon a form. As a typical lawyer he read it before signing it. "Now these are the same but are for different parts for the hierarchy. This one's for General Ryan who is as you probably know the head of the Air Force the equivalent of your CNO." He handed over the form. "This one's for the Secretary of the Air Force." He pushed another form across the table. "Secretary of Defence."
"Next you'll be telling me there's one for the President."
"Actually...." Jack pushed another form across the table.
"Wow and I thought I had to file a lot of paperwork."
"We like to cover our sixes. As I'm sure you're aware if you breech security and reveal our discussion you'll be open to prosecution at the highest level."
"Are you sure you're not a lawyer?" Devon asked.
"No, I'm just an Air Force Colonel, who got asked to do this while my wife gets to play at the Pentagon."
"What does your wife do?" Devon asked.
"Sam's a theoretical astrophysicist among other things."
"I'll have to watch out for a Sam O'Neill."
"It's Carter. She figured one O'Neill on our base was enough."
"She wouldn't be Major Dr Samantha Carter would she?" Devon questioned as he handed Jack all the paperwork back.
"Yes. Do you know her?"
"Not personally, but I wanted her as an expert witness for a case I had last year but I was told she was out of the country and unavailable."
"We're out of the country and unavailable at lot." Jack check the paperwork was all accounted for.
"Sir, if this is really that classified we have a secure room in the basement that can't be bugged and the only person with a key is my CO."
"That would probably be a good idea."
"I'll just go and get the key. If you want to wait here sir."
"Thank you."
TBC