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Stargate

Secrets

Section Eleven

Day 7 0700hrs

"Prometheus this is HPDC Standby for CCT in 4, 3, 2, 1, Mark."

"Why cant they just say what the hell they mean?" Commander William Thomas said from the Bridge of the Prometheus "are we in sync?"

"Yes sir." Came the COM officers reply.

"This is Commander William Thomas Captain of the Prometheus."

"Greetings comrade this is Captain Yurgay Grisonovich of the Kuz'ma-Dem'yan. We are preparing to get under way for orbital launch." Came a heavily accented soviet voice.

William looked at his Tactical officer who nodded affirmative. "I show you clear for launch, God Speed to you. We will await you in orbit." That done all that was left was to wait.

"Sir I'm picking up a positive signal from Siberia she's rising fast" Tactical officer Johansson informed him.

"What's the variance from projected course?" William asked.

"Their dead on sir five by five." She smiled. "Kuz'ma-Dem'yan is entering orbit now sir."

"Open a channel please." William ordered. "Kuz'ma-Dem'yan, this is Prometheus Welcome to Earth Defense Fleet."

"Thank you commander we've just completed our safety and integrity checklists all green." Captain Grisonovich informed him.

"Excellent work Captain if you will follow our lead we will accompany you on your shakedown cruise."

"Ready on your mark commander."

"Mark."

Day 7 0800 Office of the President

"Ah good morning General Maynard, it is good isn't it?" President Harry Hays asked as he stepped in to the oval office. Stepping behind his desk he glances quickly at his memos for the morning. "Canceled, canceled, hmm, canceled." President Hays looks up suddenly at Maynard's knowing expression. "So far it doesn't look very good"

"Sir I just got in from the pentagon and a secure conference with General Hammond who has on his own recognizance taken over command of the SGC at the request of General O'Niell." Maynard stated. "I'm sorry to say sir that I have some very bad news."

Harry knew just what bad news meant first hand. It had come for him personally a short time ago when Anubis had attacked not only the planet but also the sanctity of his own office. 'People always wonder how I can be so calm and cheerful at summit meetings and international debacles. If they only knew about the big issues' he thought as he stepped back around his desk and motioned for Maynard to take a seat across from him on one of the couches.

"Before we begin am I going to need a drink this early in the day?" he asked seriously.

"Mr. President. Sir you don't have enough." Maynard gave him a deadly serious look

"Ok, lets have it."

"Five days ago our allies the Tok'ra sent an envoy to us headed by Jacob Carter whom as you know now is host to the Tok'ra symbiot Selmak. Carter informed us that in their surveillance of the Go'uld the Tok'ra had been monitoring a build up of forces beginning just after the change in command of the SGC. From that and other data it was extrapolated that there was a high probability there was a spy within the SGC from an off world source. Yesterday that spy was captured and questioned. Apparently not only are we facing a Go'uld invasion but a combined assault from three possibly more of the system lords." General Maynard finished giving the president time to absorb the data.

"Is there any good news?" President Hays prayed there was.

"Just previous to the Tok'ra envoy our flagship team SG-1 found evidence of a possible Ancient space station. They are in the process of attempting to locate it now in hopes of finding a power source to activate the Antarctic defense post."

"Do we have a plan B?" Hays asked

"Sir that is Plan B. Plan A which has considerably less chance of success is our Earth Defense Fleet, Which as you know is now and internationally funded project. As of this morning consist of 20 Prometheus class Battle Carriers, that's the X303 refit with Asguard hyper drive and shields."

"20! Holy Hanna. When did this happen?" Hays said in shock.

"Sir upon your approval of the Earth Defense Fleet and of course our allies here on earth, the main push has been to assemble a fleet of indoexo atmospheric craft such as the X303 to defend us against a singular go'uld attack. Also if I may continue sir," Hays nodded. "You may have noticed an increase in the FBI's missing persons list on the news recently?"

"Yeah I have the pro law enforcement enthusiast yapping at my heals to do something." The president said. "What does that have to do with our current problem?"

"They are not missing. We know where all of the extra people on that list are. We have been amassing personnel from every corner of the globe in secret to act as support crew and staff for not only our fleet but our new Lunar and Martian bases." Maynard dropped the hammer.

"I think I am going to need that drink. Are you telling me that we have people on mars and the moon now? No wait don't answer that. What are the purposes of those two bases and who's paying for them?" if one couldn't tell before they certainly could now the president was visibly shaken.

"Sir the lunar base is set up as a primary repair and resupply base and as for it's funding as of one week ago in became totally self supporting. Not counting personnel of course. Let me explain sir. Not only did we foresee the need to have an off world base for security and secrecy reasons but we also needed to be able to begin to find new resources. The Lunar surface and substructure is rich in many areas with Iron. Aluminum Titanium and many other metals including recently a very large deposit of gold. As for the mars one colony."

"Did you just say colony? How many people are we talking about here?"

"Several thousand sir. Believe me it was no easy task to get that many off world and not cause more havoc than we have. This base/colony is designed specifically as a mining and resupply depot for outer system ships." Maynard skipped back to his previous though. "Mars One is als totally self sufficient and provided we work the various economies correctly in its infusion has just supplied enough refined precious metals to bring much of the worlds currency back to a viable state. Meaning that we can now actually give out if necessary one dollars worth of gold for every dollar active on the planet."

"Wow! If we only can find a way to explain it without disclosure im sure to with the next election." Hays said excitedly.

"Ahem." Maynard indicated they had bigger problems.

"Who do we have running these two bases and to whom do they owe their allegiance?" 'I don't know how much more of this I can take but at least we aren't getting caught with our pants down.' Hays thought.

"At present sir the lunar base is under the command of Soviet General Ivan Sonovavich a very competent man in our estimate and a very internationally minded one. When the Russians insisted one of theirs get a command we chose him. They didn't like it but acquiesced. As for Mars Base One our old friend and ally Jonas Quinn whom had risen in the ranks of his home worlds government to that of base commander of their Stargate program. We offered him the chance to run an off world base and he jumped at it. I believe he said something about the Martian chronicles being one of his favorite earth books." Maynard concluded

"Plan A sounds impressive General why do you give it so little chance of success?"

"Sir the combined forces of Lord Yu and whoever the two or more other system lords are is estimated at approximately 200 large Hatac ships and hundreds of smaller ships of various design not to mention the innumerable Death Gliders. Sir I don't think I need to tell you that if they make it to the surface then there is no hope." General Maynard hated to be the one to give the president this kind of news but somebody had to do it.

"How much time do we have?" Hays asked in shock

"Mr. President that's the worst news of all. Sir we simply don't know."

Day 7 600hrs

Jack walked in to the chow hall to find Daniel and Sam sitting at their usual table talking seriously. 'Carter' he reminded himself. "Howdy campers how is everybody this fine day?" he said as Teal'c walked over to the table his plate piled high with pancakes, sausage, hash browns, an apple, Half a Honeydew melon, three eggs over easy, a piece of French toast, and regular toast. A second plate on his tray contained more eggs, grits a bowl of oatmeal with banana slices in it, and good portion of bacon. 'Yep' Jack mentally commented 'just like old times.'

Daniel who hadn't touched his plate by the looks of it suddenly got up and left the table.

"Well don't everyone say good morning at once" Jack commented dourly. "What's up with Danny?" he asked Sam.

"He just has a lot on his mind." Sam said in reply. "Be right back." She said as she got up to get her a plate.

"Yeah me too." Jack followed her to the line and filled a tray for himself. On the way past the beverage section he grabbed an empty pitcher and filled it with O.J. after all being a general did have its perks.

Sitting once more with Sam and Teal'c jack placed the pitcher in the middle of the table.

"Thank you O'Niell I had forgotten to get a beverage." Teal'c said as he grasped the pitcher and pulled it toward him.

Jack looked at T' oddly for a second until he was the Jaffa burst in to a smile and laugh. It was enough to cause the entire room to focus on the three members of SG-1 left at the table.

"It was a joke," Teal'c said in response to Jack's odd look.

"Am I the only one of us here that is still normal?" Jack said with a smile.

"Sir. You never were normal." Sam said in between bites of her food.

"Indeed" came Teal'c's base agreement.

"Ookaay" Jack changed the subject "so what's on the agenda for today?"

"I believe there is a briefing scheduled for 0800hrs. General Hammond said something earlier about getting this carnival presentation on the route of mass transit?" Teal'c supplied.

"Ya know I think for once T' your description hits the steel fastening device on the cranial impact zone." Jack said with a smile.

Not knowing how to accept his friend and leaders comment Teal'c merely raised an eyebrow and scowled. "Indeed, I think."

Sam had to suppress a chuckle "ok I will see you two at the briefing there are some things I need to finish in my lab that I didn't get done yesterday." Sam finished the last bite of her toast and got up to place her tray in the appropriate section of the recycle line.

"Ok see you then." Jack said as Sam left. " So Teal'c whets the news around the base for today?" jack asked not really expecting an answer.

"I believe SG-3 got their 'butts' handed to them yesterday afternoon" Teal'c said.

Jack burst in to laughter "T' that is the funniest joke you have told me yet." Jack noticed Teal'c was not smiling. "Not a joke? Oookaay. Um. See you in briefing later T' Got something I have to do." Jack finished his orange juice quickly and left the chow hall dropping off his tray on the way out the door.

Day 7 0800

"Good Morning everyone. If you will all take your seats you will find this mornings itinerary in the folders in front of you. Please take a moment to look it over." As they did so George Hammond leaned back in his chair at the head of the table. 'MacLeod, from what Teal'c tells me you are going to be a very valuable asset.' He shifted his attnetion.'Captain Doctor Adam Pierson, Death literally, right out of the bible. Are we overlooking the danger? I sure as hell hope not.' again the General shifted his gaze as the personnel around the briefing room flipped through their folders. 'Dawson, Joe my supervisor in the watchers, veteran, hacker.' He smiled at the thought of the last 'you have no idea what you have gotten yourself in to this time old man.' a reasonable time had passed for them to absorb at least the preliminary information.

"Your attention please. I would like to call this meeting to order." He said as he made eye contact with each person. "I've just finished a conference call to the chairman of the joint chiefs General Maynard who is as of this moment briefing the president as to our current situation. Minus of course the immortal factor." General Hammond watched and saw that the immortal contingent in the room was satisfied. "I have asked Master Teal'c to assist me in deciding what teams it would be best to add an immortal to. Teal'c has graciously complied with my request so as of this moment the following personnel will be assigned to the following SG Teams. Captain MacLeod you will be assigned to SG-5 our Beta Assault unit for strategic situations." Duncan Nodded "Captain Deveroux you will be assigned to SG-10 this is our covert operations unit something I believe you will excel at nicely." George Smiled at her. "Something wrong Dr. Jackson?" George asked seeing the hard look Daniel was giving Amanda.

"No Sir no problems here." He quickly covered over his look of disapproval.

"Good." George said pointedly. "Captain Pierson you are being assigned to SG-22"

"22? We don't have an SG-22" O'Niell said interrupting General Hammond.

"And we still don't General." George shot Jack a look that caused the younger man to move back a bit in his chair. "As I was saying Captain you will be assigned to SG-22 you will be in charge of forming that team." George finished and waited for the inevitable questions and comments.

"Sir do you think that is wise giving a totally unknown command of a green as yet unformed team?" Jack jumped in the conversation.

"Sir I have to agree with General O'Niell on this one." Sam added.

"Teal'c?" George asked.

"I do not believe it wise to place such a volatile and singularly survival minded individual on any team as he would not be an asset to that team. Further more I believe that Captain Pierson's 2000 years of experience as the silent influence in the four horsemen of the apocalypse makes him precisely suited for the lead role in an Immortal assault team. The options are quite simple. Either he is placed in charge of a team in which he need not worry about the lives and safety of others or he is kept at the SGC as support personnel." Teal'c instructed with an air of knowledge and confidence SG-1 had never before seen.

"Thank you Teal'c for your very accurate assessment in that matter." George watched the faces of SG-1's other three members and that of Captain Pierson.

The reactions around the table ranged from utter shock to grudging acceptance the last coming from Pierson himself.

"People you seem to have neglected your duty as a friend to Teal'c if this shocks you so much" George added. "Do you have a problem with this assessment Captain Pierson?"

"No, though I wish it were otherwise I cannot fault the logic involved." Adam said reluctantly. "Am I to understand you wish for me to find a number of other immortals to bring into the program?"

"three at most." George said " with your experience with the watchers you should have no problem finding three that will not only suite our needs but wish to do so by their own choice."

"How are we going to convince them this is all real?" Adam asked

"Thor good buddy now would be the proper time," George said in to a small gray oval device he produced from his briefcase. And suddenly the entire briefing was located in one of Thor's briefing rooms table and all.

All but SG-1 looked around in awe as they watched the earth rotate slowly through the giant windows of the briefing room.

"Greetings General Hammond, O'Niell, Teal'c, Daniel Jackson and Colonel Carter. Congratulations on your promotions." Thor said as he glanced around the briefing room.

"Thank you Thor." Came Jack and Sam's replies.

Suddenly Thor stood, walked around the table and came to a stop before Adam. "Is it you?"

Adam who was definitely impressed with the little gray man before him now had no doubts as to how to make the other immortals believe. He was however confused by the question. "I don't believe we have met." He said.

Thor raised his hand in front of Adams forehead and Adam went rigid. After several moments Thor lowered his hand and Adam slumped back in to his chair blinked a few times and stared at Thor. "We the Asgard owe you a very big apology ancient warrior," Thor said slowly and deliberately. Only jack picked up on Thors tone and knew just how serious the situation was.

"What do you mean?" Adam asked pulling himself up out of his chair to sit properly.

"We, the Asgard watched you and humanity battle the Go'uld 10,000 years ago. You fought selflessly for your race and sacrificed everything. Your wife your children and the entire family you had built around you to see that humanity did not remain slaves to the false gods. When all was over and you realized your whole life and everyone you loved was gone you nearly went insane. We heard you pray, and though we do not believe ourselves to be gods we did grant your request." Thor paused

"To forget all, to be free of the pain." Adam continued. "I remember the battle but nothing before or after but I remember needing to get away from the pain."

"Yes. Therefore we being in possession of an ancient memory inhibitor device implanted it in your mind." Thor continued. "We had discovered your unique physiology would not allow us to simply erase your memories and other devices were absorbed in to your body and destroyed. We were beginning to believe we would not be able to grant your wish until we found the inhibitor."

"So you implanted it and gave me what I needed. Why would you need to apologize to me for that?" Adam asked

"Because we were not able to monitor you but for brief instances over the next few millennia. Your two thousand year killing spree was not your fault. It was a malfunction of the device not only causing you to forget 5,000 years of your life but to become addicted to killing. Somehow your mind adapted and you overcame the malfunction but it took you two millennia to do it."

Adam was beyond shocked.

"We cannot change the past Methos. We cannot lock the alternate personality mistakenly created in you away." Thor used his true name. " But we can aid in the future. How can the Asgard people serve you and begin to make amends for this most grievous error on our part?" Thors tone was genuine

"That is something I shall have to think on Thor." Adam said seriously. " For now though Earth needs your help."

"Yes Thor this time we most certainly do. We understand your own troubles so we know why you can't seen a fleet of ships but we do need your help with some minor things if possible." General Hammond said.

"I believe General Hammond that we can be of service for 'some minor things' possibly more. We are actually winning our war with the replicators thanks to the weapon created by General O'Niell. The O'Niell II and the Daniel Jackson as well as the Teal'c are free to be of assistance to earth if needed. What is the complete nature of the situation with which you are now faced?"

General Hammond filled Thor quickly in on the major events.

"I see, even with our superior technology the situation looks grim." Thor said finally.

"Thor so I take it the next ship is going to be the Samantha Carter?" Jack could not help but try to lighten the situation.

"The Samantha Carter is currently the most advanced ship in our fleet O'Niell and is valiantly chasing the replicators across our galaxy." Thor said with his own special smile.

"Oh." Jack said

To witch Sam only smiled broadly.

"General Hammond did you have some specific ideas? Or needs?" Thor asked getting back on topic.

"Yes Thor I did. As you are probably aware and everyone else in this room is not. We have two off planet bases in this solar system." George continued despite the sharp intakes of breath and the almost interruptions. "One on our moon, and one on the 4th planet in our system called Mars. We meaning I and the joint forces of Earth would very much appreciate it if you would provide shielding capabilities for those outposts. They are mining and supply depots for our space fleet."

"Yes I was hailed by your fleet commander Williams I believe his name was when I arrived. He is a very to the point type of person." Thor squinted slightly. "That should be no problem we would be happy to provide defensive technology to those areas. Any other immediate concerns?" Thor asked

"Only one. We need, if you are willing, for you to transport a number of people from Earth to those bases and a few people who unlike the others have no knowledge of what is going on, to your ship so that Captain Pierson here can explain a few things to them."

"Very well I will have the O'Niell II and the Teal'c bring the needed shield generators to your moon and mars bases." Thor handed Adam a communicator " simply hold this and speak when you need our assistance for anything."

"Thank you Thor as always it has been a pleasure seeing you again. If there is ever anything you need of me or my people please do not hesitate to ask."

"There is one thing I would like to see on your world." Thor said excitedly. Which for him came out as a slightly faster mode of speech and a raised finger. "A Hockey Game I believe it is called." Thor said to the amazement of all.

"Gladly Thor it is however not the proper season for that sport…" George Started.

"But we can arrange something. Will my phone work up here?" Adam asked. Receiving a nod from Thor he dialed. "Jerry this is Michael Corbone, yeah I'm doing fine Jerry. Listen I need a favor, yes I know I own the team that's not the point. I need a charity event game set up for one month from now. I don't care pick one. Ok thanks." Methos looked around the table. "Sorry ..Uhm all set up Thor. we live through the next month and you get to watch hockey. Live and up close." Adam smiled.

"Thank you I shall endeavor to see you all live to be there with me." Thor said seriously.

"Thor I believe we are done here if you could just put us back in the SGC?" George said.

"Certainly General Hammond. I shall be standing by in your solar system should you need me."

With a flash of white light they were all back in the SGC briefing room.

"Before you start asking questions no one is to talk to anyone about the information you received a few moments ago not even among yourselves. We need to keep as tight a lid on this as possible." George's expression conveyed his seriousness. "As for now I want those of you newly assigned to SG teams to get to know your team mates and begin training with them. Captain Pierson we need to go over a list of immortals as soon as possible to make up SG-22."

"Yes sir." Came Adams acknowledgment.

"In one weeks time I hope to send the SG teams through to this moon and hopefully we well get the supplies we need from the station before the Go'uld destroy earth. Work hard people and work fast we don't have much time." He looked at each of them "dismissed."

Day 7 0945hrs

"Mr. Dawson?" General O'Niell and Sergeant Rogers approached Joe at his new computer workstation.

"Yes. Oh General, Sergeant nice to see you again Sergeant." Joe looked up from his computer screen.

"Sir I wanted to hand this to you personally as a message was relayed to me regarding its contents." Sergeant Rogers handed Joe a large white envelope with the presidential seal embossed on the outside in blue and gold. Not cheap ink either real gold foil embossing.

"Thank you Sergeant, General." He said.

With a quick salute both the general and sergeant Rogers did a smart about face and left the area.

With a solemn determination he broke the seal on the envelope and pulled out a stack of paperwork. On top of everything was a letter from the president of the United States Harry Hays.

Dear Mr. Joseph Dawson USMC retired,

As I sit here at my desk and write this letter to you I find myself wondering just how a man like Connelly ever got to be promoted in the first place. I did not nor will I mention his former rank again as he has been dishonorably discharged after court marshal. Pleas accept my apology in this matter as it is my firm belief that a man such as yourself who has given his all for this country deserves to the utmost extent the opposite if the treatment you received at his hands. I would also like to take this opportunity to offer you my sincerest thanks in regards to your present position with us. I am proud to call you a fellow citizen of this country.

In hope of friendship

Harry Hays President of the United States.

P.S. when all this is over please stop by the white house as you have an open invitation.

Joe wiped his eyes at the open sentiments of his president. He carefully set the letter aside and looked at the next piece of paper in the stack. It was a court order for the destruction of evidence. Specifically several videotapes with one Joseph Dawson as the subject. Joe sat that aside too. At last he came to the largest section. A court transcript. He carefully read through it until he got to the section labeled Sentence hearing.

"…. It is the judgment of this court that you be dishonorably discharged from the Air Force branch of the armed forces immediately. For crimes against one Joseph Dawson and for disobeying a direct order of the president of the united states you be sentenced to 20 years incarceration in federal military prison. The location to be decided at a later date. At present you will be held in the brig until such time as you are processed and transferred to the aforementioned federal military prison.

Case Closed…"

Joe placed everything except the letter back in the envelope, which he placed in his desk drawer. The letter he set aside for mounting. Then he let out a sigh of relief.

Day 7 1000hrs

Colonel Harper was just finishing his second round of paper work for the day when there was a knock on his office doorframe.

"Come in" he said absently

"Sir, Captain Duncan Macleod Reporting for duty as ordered sir." Duncan had stepped to the center front of Harpers desk.

"Sit down please and be at ease." Harper like his fellow team members was not a big one for protocol when it wasn't necessary. "Mr. MacLeod I understand you come with a very high recommendation from not only General Hammond but Teal'c as well. To most people here that would not mean a whole lot but to me it does count for something." The Colonel shifted in his chair. "When we are not on a mission you can call me Bill otherwise I expect you to call me Sir or Colonel. I have read the rushed report given to me about you Captain, but I need to know a little more than that you can kick SG-3's ass anytime you choose." He grinned. " So tell me about you. How do you see yourself contributing to my team other than the obvious immortality issue."? Bill said in a friendly manner that was not the norm for a new CO to his subordinates.

"Well sir …." Duncan related to him a somewhat condensed version of his bio and the specifics of his current and past skills.

Day 7 10000hrs

Amanda walked once more on to he floor of the gym at the SGC. This time it was to report to her new CO Colonel Roads. As she approached the 3 all members of the all male team she slowed in front of the colonel. "Captain Deveroux reporting for duty as ordered." She saluted smartly and remained at attention.

"At ease captain. I'm Colonel Joshua Roads and this is Major Adam West but we call him batman. This." He pointed at the final member of his team. "Is Sergeant Bernard Smith." Colonel Roads said.

"Gentlemen" she acknowledged.

"We were just going over some stretches to warm up before we do some simulated kill exercises." The Colonel indicated that she should join them.

"Thank you sir but I'm warmed up already."

"I think you will find we are not as easy to take down as SG-3 Miss."

"That sounded like a challenge Sergeant." She looked at him coldly. "May I? I promise not to hurt anything but his pride." Amada asked sweetly.

"Ok I can see we are going to have to get this over with. First up in this corner slippery fingers smith our resident scrounger." He indicated Bernard " and in the other corner our newcomer from parts unknown is captain deveroux."

They paired off. Then the humiliation began. With every confrontation Amanda faked letting Bernard get the better of her but unbeknownst to him each time the scuffled she stole an item off him. At last she got tired of the game and put him in his place so easily you knew she had been holding back.

"Why were you holding out on me?" Bernard asked angrily

"Because I am better than you are." She replied "oh and here you may want these back." She handed him his walled, keys, dog tags, and several small personal items.

It took the other two members of the team to hold him down till he cooled off. But when he did he laughed at being had as much as the rest of them laughed at him.

Day 7 1200hrs

"General, Captain Pierson is here to see you sir." Siler announced after sticking his head in to what was now definitely Hammond's office.

"Thank you Sergeant show him in please." George said as he covered the phone with his hand.

Adam walked in and sat down with a notebook on his lap.

"Yes I love you too sweetheart now you be good for your mommy you hear. Yes I will try to be at your birthday party. Ok goodbye now." George hung up the phone. "My granddaughter is turning in to quite a little lady. She wanted to make sure I was rsvp ing a spot at her next party." George said happily. "Now Captain have you figured out how we are going to make sure I am around to go to that party?"

"Not entirely sir but I have come up with a list of immortal candidates for my team." Adam said getting used to the fact that it would be His team.

"Very good. Tell me about them." George said.

"Well first sir if we could get Captain MacLeod in on this I would like him to help me train them."

"Well sir I really think you will at least want Mac's opinion on this." 'His sure to be heated and opinionated opinion no doubt' Adam thought.

"Very well we meet in 10 min in the briefing room." George picked up the phone and summoned Mac.

Tem minuets later the three men sat at the table.

"Mac as I was telling the general here I believe I am going to need your help in training these new additions in to a cohesive fighting unit. So I think you should be in on this from the start." Adam said and Mac nodded.

"Who are our choices then Adam." George said

"First up is Carl Robinson" Adam said only to be interrupted by George

"Carl Robinson the Major leager turned fugitive?" he was obviously not impressed at this first choice.

"Mac, How many other Immortals have you killed?" Adam asked

"Around a hundred I think I'm not exactly keeping score." Duncan answered

"Me either but I figure I've killed about 400 give or take." Adam looked at George.

"Ok I get your point. Continue please." George said.

"As I was saying Carl Robinson African American former slave. Favors a machete style broadsword. Over all a competent man and a decent fighter with a good sense of values." Adam flipped the page in his notebook. "Next up we have Kit O'Brady, Gambler. Favors an Irish long sword and has a fine sense of Irish morals. I believe the Irish only have two of those one is drink the other is fight." Again the page turned. "Gregor or as he is commonly known Greg Powers, favors a Spanish Tizona sword. He has a background as a doctor and a photographer."

"Gregor would be good but I don't think he would get involved unless he had to." Duncan supplied.

"Gentlemen I don't think any of us really has a choice in this. Continue Captain Pierson." George urged.

"Michelle Webster" Adam continued.

"Absolutely NOT!" Duncan stood leaning over the table. "No way am I letting you bring that little girl in to this and I don't think Amanda would either."

"Mr. MacLeod Sit Down." George ordered. "Now tell me your objections in a reasonable tone of voice. Keep in mind it was Captain Pierson's idea to have you hear at all. I'm quite sure he knew who you would object to and why." George watched Duncan compose himself.

"Sir. Michelle is only 20 and extremely new to immortal life. She is the student of Amanda and last I heard she was living in a convent until she could be trained in the proper use of the sword." Mac answered finally.

"There is another option General." Adam offered. "Ritchie Ryan."

"Why did you call me to this meeting Methos if you knew I would not let you recruit Ritchie or Michelle?" Duncan was seething. "What was the point? You know Ritchie has had enough to deal with growing up on the streets and then becoming immortal only to take a much stronger quickening. Then he suffers through a quickening imposed head hunting spree. He's finally back to some semblance of normal and you want him to go play immortal combat drone in your little death squad."

"CAPTAIN MACLEOD SIT DOWN! That is enough!" George waited for the dark haired Scott to slowly lower himself back in to his seat. He then waited for his own temper to cool. "Now Methos you calculating s.o.b I want to know the purpose of this whole charade." George caught and held Adams Gaze.

"You just saw it general. No one not me not Ritchie himself could have given a better account of his resiliency and skill than Duncan here did." Adam stated as if that would explain it.

"And I should be concerned with this account why?"

"I insist on Ritchie Ryan as my 2IC"

"Don't even think it Captain MacLeod." George threw a glance at Duncan. "Why?"

Because without Duncan on my team I will need someone to balance out my dark side and Ritchie will do that. He will in effect become the conscience of the team. Leaving me to be the brutal unrelenting driving force for survival and success." Adam said coldly.