Chapter 3 - New Recruit
A smile played around Sam's lips; this was all so hell of ironic. Two agents had come to recruit her only about a day ago and once again there had not been much of a way for her to contradict.
And today she was already here in this secret intelligence central somewhere near Denver, quasi right near the SGC's front door, what kind of bothered her, waiting for her first meeting with the operations stuff.
Now someone opened the door showing her in, "They're expecting you, now."
Sam went inside trying to behave as loose as possible, she was welcomed by a handful of men, all dressed in black.
'Damn', it shot through her head, 'this is the goddamn Mafia. There are only the black hats missing.'
Finally she realized that she did not look any better at the moment wearing this tight black blouse and her motor-biker pants.
"Welcome Major", the man sitting at the table's top greeted her, he had to have something to say here, she supposed, "please have a seat."
Sam sat down on the place indicated to her; as soon as she had done so, she felt that it was time for a cool statement:
"I'd prefer it if you call me 'Doctor', since I have just gotten rid of this other rank", that hurt, her more than anybody else, since she'd love not to be right there where she was now, on the other side, but what choice did she have? Somehow she had to convince these rogues of her loyalty.
The man nodded, "I understand that", as if it was an apologizing gesture he held a pack of smokes to her, "want one?"
"No", she waved it away coolly, "I don't smoke." Slowly her opposite had to get the feeling that his newest recruit was not the easiest person to handle, since he made no more attempts to talk around the actual subject getting to know he better.
"To get down to business, now: You know why you're here?" he began.
"All I know is that you need an expert on the subject of alien technologies", Sam replied emotionlessly, "but I'm sure you'll tell me the rest I have to know, now."
"That's right", he eyed her closely and she withstood his look, "We have a problem with a technology we have sold not long ago."
"What kind of problem?" she inquired.
"Well, our 'customers' are not following the regulations they have agreed upon. They are misusing it for a purpose we are momentarily not willing to tolerate."
"And what exactly did they buy?"
"A couple of naquadah generators. And now they are using the enriched naquadah to develop high-performance explosives."
"I see", Sam shot a casual glance through the round, "and now you need someone who knows how to treat these beauties right, since you could occasionally use them yourself."
"Exactly. We cannot accept failure on this mission, since this would really upset the uppers, so you're our man for the job, you're having the best knowledge about these things and you're supposed to be good at 'procuring' things."
"Sounds much better than 'stealing' ", a cold smirk crossed Sam's lips, "and I don't think your man will let you down on this one."
"Good", the man rose and Sam realized that he had completely gone over introducing himself by name, she would never quite understand these funny little agent games, but for some time she had to be part of this strange world.
"Doctor", he shook her hand, "it's a pleasure having you on the team", then he left.
Sam realized that the two 'agents' next to her were looking at her with this type of idiotic, grin she could hardly stand. She turned around at them instantly questioning, "What are you smiling at."
"Nothing", one of them returned laxly not stopping to grin at all, it even broadened.
"Before you grin your teeth outta your faces, you could show me to the bathroom", she requested impatiently.
"Oh, pussycat needs a little fresh-up", the other one joked.
Sam got up closing him till he could do nothing but look up facing her, "Whom are you calling a pussycat here? Shall I break your nose or do you want me to twist every single of your fingers?"
"You're too much of a chickenshit to try that", he was still grinning right into her face.
Sam had enough of him. She got hold of his middle finger and began to turn it around slowly.
The guy winced with pain, "Ouch, please leave me alone."
"First of all you'll apologize", she demanded.
"I-I'm sorry."
"Good", she smiled, "and where do I find the bathroom?"
"Se-se-second door to the left", he pulled a really pained face.
Sam let go of him, "Thank you", she turned away muttering, "stupid weakling of a chauvinist."
The two agents exchanged astonished glances, working with this woman was not going to be a peace of cake for them.
Pooh, quite some work done today. I hope y'all will enjoy our Sam dwelling at the dark side for a while. And I'd say she hasn't reached her evil maximum, yet. You?
To be continued pretty soon.
