"Major, we've got to go." Jack said as he stood in the door to the run
where Sam was frantically typing.
"I need two more minutes' sir." She replied without looking up.
"Is going to be two minutes, two minutes or your typical half an hour, I need two minutes sir?"
"I just need to finish downloading this and it says one minute 43 seconds left."
"Meet us at the car in ten minutes." Jack said.
"Yes sir."
"If you're not there I'm sure there is a nice armed Marine around here who wouldn't mind escorting you out."
"You don't think I could handle an armed Marine sir?" Sam questioned.
"I have no doubt you could handle a lot worse and have but in the interest of incentives."
"Ten minutes yes sir." Sam smiled.
"Where's Major Carter sir?" Davis asked as Jack leant against the side of the car. Commander Devon was with them.
"She's coming." Jack replied glancing at his watch. "You how scientists are, they get caught up in something and they don't surface for days."
"Yes sir." Davis replied.
"If we had to wean Danny off his coffee addiction he'd be able to give our friends a run for their money."
"Sorry sir." Sam said slightly out of breath as she jogged out to the car park.
"Do you have a random excuse Major?" Jack asked.
"Printer got a paper jam." Sam handed him a file. "All verified, we got the link that breaks the whole chain. I also have it on disk."
"You thought with all the bright sparks in the building they would have figure out how to solve something as simple as paper jamming in the printer." Jack said. "In the car kids."
"Sir, I'm sure the people at DARPA have better things to do than figure out paper jams." Sam said sliding into the car.
"They're the Internet people right?" Jack asked.
"Yes sir, amongst other things."
"Didn't I read in one of those things Murray reads that they were spending money on researching mind control?" Jack asked.
"You have to take into account the quality of the calibre of tabloid journalism that goes into those things. It's not exactly Time magazine sir." Sam pointed out. "But knowing a couple of them, it could be true."
"You know people working for the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency?" Devon questioned.
"I used to be a research scientist at the Pentagon before my current assignment; I know a lot of people sir."
"This is one of the things you don't want to get into." Jack advised. "It's kind of like asking her why or how something works? You could still be there three hours later."
"I'll make sure to lose the bullet point version for our next briefing sir." Sam said plainly.
"You know I didn't mean it Carter."
"Yes sir." Sam replied. "How did the rest of the briefing go?" Sam asked.
"Good. We may have found the body of Commander Hartman." Commander Devon handed her the file. Sam opened it and looked at the photo and gasp.
"Sorry sir, the poor man. Do they give specifics of how he was killed?"
"High doses of an illegal pesticide and a beaten in face, NCIS were never able to close the case because they couldn't find any evidence of who committed the crime." Devon replied.
"The NID could be capable of something like this." Sam said closing the file and handing it back. She took a breath. "Sir, do you know exactly where we're briefing the President?" Sam asked.
"White House Situation Room. The rest of the White House Staff will be informed that it's a top secret briefing on the current readiness of the Air Force."
"How are they explaining my presence?" Devon asked. "I'm not Air Force."
"Don't ask, don't tell." Jack replied. "Got to love that, works for pretty much any situation."
TBC
"I need two more minutes' sir." She replied without looking up.
"Is going to be two minutes, two minutes or your typical half an hour, I need two minutes sir?"
"I just need to finish downloading this and it says one minute 43 seconds left."
"Meet us at the car in ten minutes." Jack said.
"Yes sir."
"If you're not there I'm sure there is a nice armed Marine around here who wouldn't mind escorting you out."
"You don't think I could handle an armed Marine sir?" Sam questioned.
"I have no doubt you could handle a lot worse and have but in the interest of incentives."
"Ten minutes yes sir." Sam smiled.
"Where's Major Carter sir?" Davis asked as Jack leant against the side of the car. Commander Devon was with them.
"She's coming." Jack replied glancing at his watch. "You how scientists are, they get caught up in something and they don't surface for days."
"Yes sir." Davis replied.
"If we had to wean Danny off his coffee addiction he'd be able to give our friends a run for their money."
"Sorry sir." Sam said slightly out of breath as she jogged out to the car park.
"Do you have a random excuse Major?" Jack asked.
"Printer got a paper jam." Sam handed him a file. "All verified, we got the link that breaks the whole chain. I also have it on disk."
"You thought with all the bright sparks in the building they would have figure out how to solve something as simple as paper jamming in the printer." Jack said. "In the car kids."
"Sir, I'm sure the people at DARPA have better things to do than figure out paper jams." Sam said sliding into the car.
"They're the Internet people right?" Jack asked.
"Yes sir, amongst other things."
"Didn't I read in one of those things Murray reads that they were spending money on researching mind control?" Jack asked.
"You have to take into account the quality of the calibre of tabloid journalism that goes into those things. It's not exactly Time magazine sir." Sam pointed out. "But knowing a couple of them, it could be true."
"You know people working for the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency?" Devon questioned.
"I used to be a research scientist at the Pentagon before my current assignment; I know a lot of people sir."
"This is one of the things you don't want to get into." Jack advised. "It's kind of like asking her why or how something works? You could still be there three hours later."
"I'll make sure to lose the bullet point version for our next briefing sir." Sam said plainly.
"You know I didn't mean it Carter."
"Yes sir." Sam replied. "How did the rest of the briefing go?" Sam asked.
"Good. We may have found the body of Commander Hartman." Commander Devon handed her the file. Sam opened it and looked at the photo and gasp.
"Sorry sir, the poor man. Do they give specifics of how he was killed?"
"High doses of an illegal pesticide and a beaten in face, NCIS were never able to close the case because they couldn't find any evidence of who committed the crime." Devon replied.
"The NID could be capable of something like this." Sam said closing the file and handing it back. She took a breath. "Sir, do you know exactly where we're briefing the President?" Sam asked.
"White House Situation Room. The rest of the White House Staff will be informed that it's a top secret briefing on the current readiness of the Air Force."
"How are they explaining my presence?" Devon asked. "I'm not Air Force."
"Don't ask, don't tell." Jack replied. "Got to love that, works for pretty much any situation."
TBC