After leaving Martouf's lab, Shannon used her personal cell phone to make a call to her boss.
"I wish to be recalled. Immediately," she said, without preamble.
"No. At this point, you are needed at the SGC more than ever. We need to learn as much as we can. On ALL fronts," Director Kennedy responded, trying to calm his distraught agent.
"I have all the weapons info you requested. There is no need for me to stay," she snapped. Her eyes narrowed, but she kept her voice sweet. "Unless, you needed something else, sir?" She could practically hear him smile into the phone.
"Yes, Agent Weiss. If you could also send ahead any OTHER pertinent info that you may have found... history, friendships, relationships, dinner menus... for example, that would be great."
You little WEASEL! Shannon thought
Keeping her voice as calm as possible, she said, "Actually, sir. I didn't keep notes on any of those things because my original mission didn't require it. Has something changed?" Director Kennedy's voice turned mocking.
"Actually, Agent, I know you much better than that. I expect those notes to be in my office ahead of you. Tomorrow in fact."
The voice inside her head was still screaming, you were PLAYED! While she kept her voice even.
"Director, as my original mission did not require any disclosure of the relationships at the SGC, I will NOT include them in my final report. You will be saddened to learn, however, that you missed meatloaf night," she said, purposely being as sassy as possible. Director Kennedy was just as determined to be as nasty as possible.
"Don't get smart with me, Shannon. I can be there in the next three hours," he snarled. "I know that shady things have been going on at the SGC, and I know you have the notes to prove it. I need want everything you have. It is vital to the safety of this country. And consider this you being recalled. Pack your things." He took a deep breath. "I want your word that ALL your notes will be in my hand tomorrow morning, or I will be at that base so fast your head will spin." Shannon didn't even try to hold in her laughter.
"My WORD, sir? The only word you'd get from me wouldn't be one you'd want to hear. I'll give you a hint. There are two," she responded and promptly flipped her phone shut.
On the other side of the country, Director Kennedy turned to his secretary. "Get my things; I'm going to the mountain.
Back in said mountain, Shannon was yelling.
"That SLIMY, underhanded, weasley little BASTARD!" Once she realized she was yelling, she stopped. Then she picked up her phone and dialed. "Hello, Mr. President…."
Shannon was on the phone, heading towards General Hammond's office, not really caring who overheard her conversation.
"Yes, sir. I understand... I will." She paused. "Thank you for your assistance, sir." She smiled "Yes, sir... I'll be safe." She hung up and knocked on the general's door.
Inside, General Hammond was enjoying his morning cup of coffee. When the phone rang on his desk, he answered and then sat up a little straighter.
"Mr. President! Yes Sir, what can I do for you?"
Shannon opened the door without waiting to be invited. Once inside, General Hammond motioned for her to sit down, still on the phone.
"Yes, Sir. Here she is right now. I'll do that, sir." He hung up the phone. "Agent Weiss, have a seat." She did.
"Thank you, General. Pardon my bursting in," she apologized.
"Of course. You may have guessed you weren't exactly unheralded. I'm told you have something to explain to me," he said questioningly.
"I do." She took a deep breath. "When Director Kennedy assigned me here, I was unaware of the situation from before. Situations plural might be more accurate. At any rate, after receiving paranoia vibes from your crew, I started to think. Why wouldn't Kennedy have mentioned to me that another agent had been here? It couldn't just be that the agent caused trouble, because if he was reprimanded, then no big deal right?" She waited for his nod. "So, the answer had to have been a personal agenda. I did some checking and with help from your people, I came to suspect that Kennedy had his own reasons for placing me here. I'm very good at what I do, but even Kennedy knows that I don't take blind orders. He was going to wait until I was back in DC before demanding my notes, but after an encounter I had this morning with Mar…" she stopped. "One of your personnel, I wished to be recalled. He panicked and demanded I send my notes ahead. When I refused, he threatened to come here." She took another deep breath. "You have to let him in. Let him believe that he is welcome here, that he has business here. When he demands the notes again, the President has authorized me... us... to place him under arrest." She looked at Hammond and waited to be chewed a new one.
General Hammond had been watching her and listening, nodding quietly and with just a hint of a smile.
"Welcome to the SGC, Agent Weiss," he said wryly. "When do you expect Mr. Kennedy will be here?" She looked at her watch.
"Within the next three hours," she said. "Gotta love those direct lines to the President.
"And you'd truly prefer I didn't just ... set the hounds on him?" Hammond looked almost hopeful. Shannon shook her head. "Very well, Agent ... who do you need him to demand the notes from? If, say, I were to be chewing you out about those notes when Mr. Kennedy arrives ..."
"He'll expect them on a disc. But..." she chuckled. "I have a quirk. I don't keep them on a disc. I hand write everything and transfer what I need to computer. I am the original paranoid, General. I carry a personal shredder and only put what NEEDS to be put on a computer. If you were to have a disc in your possession at the time he arrives, and he asks for it knowing what's on it, then he can be taken into custody." She thought an extra moment. "Hounds would have been so nice, though."
"I assure you, Agent, the Baskervilles have nothin' on us," Hammond told her, laughing.
"So, a disk and what appears to be some sort of meeting? That would put you in the room to be the arresting officer, with myself and my Heads of Department as witnesses."
"That would be wonderful, General," she said gratefully. "Thank you." Her mind wandered to Kennedy. "The low down, dog ass, mother fuc- If you'll just excuse me? We can meet back here in about an hour?" At her outburst, General Hammond's eyebrows raised appreciatively.
"That sounds like an apt description of the man," General Hammond said. "You go on, Agent. I'll inform the front gate to expect a visitor." Shannon left the room and headed for her VIP suite.
"Well," she said out loud. "This is it."