"Commander Devon." Sam said as she found him on his way to the Secretary of
Defence's office.
"Major Carter." He greeted her and returned Sam's salute.
"If you'll come with me sir."
"I thought I was supposed to report into the Secretary and then be briefed by Colonel O'Neill."
"The Colonel is tied up right now, so the Secretary asked me to brief you. He'd also like as few as possible people to know the reasons for you being here today." Sam explained.
"Lead on Major."
Sam lead the way to the secure set of rooms she had been working in. She swiped her ID card, and then put her finger on the scanner and the door clicked open.
"Does he have clearance to be here?" Major Davis asked.
"He's cleared." Sam replied. "Commander Devon, Major Davis."
"Sorry sir." Davis apologised.
"Don't worry about it. Sounds like you've had a lot more to contend with from what little I know."
"That's about to change sir." Sam said.
"It thought Colonel O'Neill was briefing him." Davis said.
"Colonel O'Neill is indisposed at the moment, the Secretary of Defence asked me to take care of it."
"Indisposed where?" Davis asked.
"We have a source who e-mailed us that he had some relevant information, but he wanted to meet in person to hand it over." Sam explained.
"What kind of source?" Davis didn't know about Maybourne.
"Don't ask, don't tell Major. Will you be joining us?" Sam questioned.
"Yes."
"What exactly do you do Major Davis?" Devon inquired.
"I'm the Pentagon liaison to the ...."
"Don't say it; he's not cleared for that specific a piece of information." Sam stopped him.
"To Cheyenne Mountain sir." Davis corrected himself.
"I see."
"Sir, if you come into the conference room." Devon nodded and followed Sam. He took a seat on one side of the table; Major Davis took a seat on the other. Sam stood at the head.
"So what exactly am I being briefed on?" Devon asked.
"Some of the more pertinent information relevant to your briefing the President." Sam replied. She switched on her laptop and brought up the introduction screen for the briefing on to the main screen behind her.
The phone rang.
"Excuse me a minute sir." Sam grabbed the phone. "Carter.... Put him through.... Did you get something?.... Oh, no that's great. Get Siler and Simmons to run some scans from all axis but get them to run an electro- resonance scan first. But limit contact, I don't want it blowing up on us... Yeah, is Dad still there?.... I just thought he could help.... Okay. I'm going to be busy for a few hours but I'll call you back. Bye Daniel." Sam hung up. "Sorry for the interruption."
"Did Daniel get something?" Davis asked.
"Not in relation to this matter, but in relation to our other problem, it could be a step forward yes."
"Good."
"Daniel the archaeologist?" Devon questioned.
"Yes sir. Let's get back to the briefing." Sam changed screens. "The man you were asked to recommend charges against. Marcus O'Brady. Thirty six, 6'1 180lbs."
"He doesn't look that evil." Devon commented.
"No, he spent my wedding reception trying to chat up my best friend, before her daughter intervened. Personally I liked him, he asked a lot of questions, but I thought he was cleared and was trying to figure out how to fit in."
"You invited him to your wedding?" Devon questioned.
"He was new; the whole base was invited so I thought it would give him a chance to get to know everyone. Turns out it was a mistake."
"I had to interview or have interviewed every member of the base personnel as to what if any information they had revealed to him." Davis added.
"Okay, I thought you worked at NORAD analysing radar telemetry, developing technology that kind of thing." Devon said,
"From what information you've been given clearance to learn, I can tell you that technological development is a major part of what we do, analysing telemetry is something I do occasional but not something we do on a daily basis. We run a covert highly classified exploratory unit out of Cheyenne Mountain under NORAD. The only people who know about the programme and the specifics are people directly involved in some capacity with it." Sam explained.
"So O'Brady was brought in because was impersonating a Navy expert in some field that you needed help to develop something." Devon guessed.
"Yes sir."
"And can I know who he was impersonating?"
"Lieutenant Commander Myles Hartman. He is the ..." Sam replied flipping the screen.
"Navy Missile expert. Damn."
"Sir?" Sam said.
"One he's supposed to be in line for promotion."
"Not anymore." Davis said.
"And two?" Sam prompted.
"Myles Hartman was an expert witness on one of Mel's cases early last year, it was down to his testimony that she won."
"Who's Mel?" Davis questioned.
"Commander Melanie Carson." Sam replied. "She's the Commander's partner and ... I think I should have stopped before the and."
"No finish your sentence Major." Devon encouraged.
"I'd rather not sir." Sam said.
"Did Mel tell you something?" He asked.
"I think you should really talk to her about that sir. Maybe we should move onto the victim. You won't be told her name, but there is more information you should be privy to..."
TBC
"Major Carter." He greeted her and returned Sam's salute.
"If you'll come with me sir."
"I thought I was supposed to report into the Secretary and then be briefed by Colonel O'Neill."
"The Colonel is tied up right now, so the Secretary asked me to brief you. He'd also like as few as possible people to know the reasons for you being here today." Sam explained.
"Lead on Major."
Sam lead the way to the secure set of rooms she had been working in. She swiped her ID card, and then put her finger on the scanner and the door clicked open.
"Does he have clearance to be here?" Major Davis asked.
"He's cleared." Sam replied. "Commander Devon, Major Davis."
"Sorry sir." Davis apologised.
"Don't worry about it. Sounds like you've had a lot more to contend with from what little I know."
"That's about to change sir." Sam said.
"It thought Colonel O'Neill was briefing him." Davis said.
"Colonel O'Neill is indisposed at the moment, the Secretary of Defence asked me to take care of it."
"Indisposed where?" Davis asked.
"We have a source who e-mailed us that he had some relevant information, but he wanted to meet in person to hand it over." Sam explained.
"What kind of source?" Davis didn't know about Maybourne.
"Don't ask, don't tell Major. Will you be joining us?" Sam questioned.
"Yes."
"What exactly do you do Major Davis?" Devon inquired.
"I'm the Pentagon liaison to the ...."
"Don't say it; he's not cleared for that specific a piece of information." Sam stopped him.
"To Cheyenne Mountain sir." Davis corrected himself.
"I see."
"Sir, if you come into the conference room." Devon nodded and followed Sam. He took a seat on one side of the table; Major Davis took a seat on the other. Sam stood at the head.
"So what exactly am I being briefed on?" Devon asked.
"Some of the more pertinent information relevant to your briefing the President." Sam replied. She switched on her laptop and brought up the introduction screen for the briefing on to the main screen behind her.
The phone rang.
"Excuse me a minute sir." Sam grabbed the phone. "Carter.... Put him through.... Did you get something?.... Oh, no that's great. Get Siler and Simmons to run some scans from all axis but get them to run an electro- resonance scan first. But limit contact, I don't want it blowing up on us... Yeah, is Dad still there?.... I just thought he could help.... Okay. I'm going to be busy for a few hours but I'll call you back. Bye Daniel." Sam hung up. "Sorry for the interruption."
"Did Daniel get something?" Davis asked.
"Not in relation to this matter, but in relation to our other problem, it could be a step forward yes."
"Good."
"Daniel the archaeologist?" Devon questioned.
"Yes sir. Let's get back to the briefing." Sam changed screens. "The man you were asked to recommend charges against. Marcus O'Brady. Thirty six, 6'1 180lbs."
"He doesn't look that evil." Devon commented.
"No, he spent my wedding reception trying to chat up my best friend, before her daughter intervened. Personally I liked him, he asked a lot of questions, but I thought he was cleared and was trying to figure out how to fit in."
"You invited him to your wedding?" Devon questioned.
"He was new; the whole base was invited so I thought it would give him a chance to get to know everyone. Turns out it was a mistake."
"I had to interview or have interviewed every member of the base personnel as to what if any information they had revealed to him." Davis added.
"Okay, I thought you worked at NORAD analysing radar telemetry, developing technology that kind of thing." Devon said,
"From what information you've been given clearance to learn, I can tell you that technological development is a major part of what we do, analysing telemetry is something I do occasional but not something we do on a daily basis. We run a covert highly classified exploratory unit out of Cheyenne Mountain under NORAD. The only people who know about the programme and the specifics are people directly involved in some capacity with it." Sam explained.
"So O'Brady was brought in because was impersonating a Navy expert in some field that you needed help to develop something." Devon guessed.
"Yes sir."
"And can I know who he was impersonating?"
"Lieutenant Commander Myles Hartman. He is the ..." Sam replied flipping the screen.
"Navy Missile expert. Damn."
"Sir?" Sam said.
"One he's supposed to be in line for promotion."
"Not anymore." Davis said.
"And two?" Sam prompted.
"Myles Hartman was an expert witness on one of Mel's cases early last year, it was down to his testimony that she won."
"Who's Mel?" Davis questioned.
"Commander Melanie Carson." Sam replied. "She's the Commander's partner and ... I think I should have stopped before the and."
"No finish your sentence Major." Devon encouraged.
"I'd rather not sir." Sam said.
"Did Mel tell you something?" He asked.
"I think you should really talk to her about that sir. Maybe we should move onto the victim. You won't be told her name, but there is more information you should be privy to..."
TBC