Chapter 5 - Who I Really Am

After the second successful break-in Sam began to establish herself within the rogue element. She was accomplishing every task she was given with great success and slowly even the last one working in this secret facility began to trust her.

She was now allowed to listen to all of the commanding staff's discussions, even the top secret ones only senior agents were allowed to join.

It had taken some time, but now Sam felt more than well in this job, she had almost stopped thinking of her friends at the SGC.

Until this very afternoon when she was informed about the plan that would follow her procuring missions:

Sam was called to meet with the staff shortly after the de-briefing of her latest mission, that had been even more successful than the previous one, because now they were in possession of the parts necessary to build one complete mini naquadah bomb.

She was a little late, but though she did not speed up coolly walking into the conference room as if her lateness was a matter of course.

"Doctor, you're late", the facility's head agent, whose name she still did not know, stated.

"Am I?" she grinned in an innocent but cunning way, "I was in the middle of a briefing with my team when I got your memo."

"So, have a seat then", he replied.

From the far corner of the room Sam could hear a silent chuckle. It had to come from an agent that had not met her, yet. Otherwise he would have known that she would give him painful little lecture about manners right after the meeting. The evil part of her already looked forward to it.

The boss spoke up again, "Now that we have got the right parts and an adequate blue print of the naquadah bombs, we have decided that it's time for a little test as soon as we have assembled this prototype."

"And on what are we going to test it?" one of the agents inquired.

"Merely on a small target where no one is going to remark anything", came the reply.

"Only that some people will finally be fried by the radiation", Sam retorted getting a lot of laughter for it.

"Very funny, Doctor", her boss rolled his eyes going on informing her and the others about the plan, "Just that you know it, it'll be your task to calculate the amount of naquadah necessary to destroy our original target on the result's we'll get from the test."

"What's that original target?" she asked almost curiously.

"It'll be Stargate Command."

Hearing this Sam's heart suddenly began to sink, but on the outside she remained as emotionless as possible stating, "I know that this was gonna happen one day. And now I'll be the lucky one blowing the place up", she was even smirking coldly saying that.

But actually she had more than hurt herself making this brainless statement. The people there were still her friends and she had not stopped working for them, yet. To help them was the only reason why she was with these corrupt Mafiosi.

Suddenly she realized that this whole affair was no longer a stupid game, it had just become merciless reality.

After the meeting Sam began to ponder why she had not yet met her liaison with Agent Berret's people. He had not come to her throughout the whole 18 days she had been working here, yet. And now that she had to warn somebody, she saw that she quickly had to think of another way to get into contact.

"I want you to shadow Doctor Carter. Now that she knows what will be the final aim of the mission I want to make sure that she doesn't change her mind and starts to work against us."

The two other agents nodded, "And what shall we do when your suspicion is right?"

"You'll detain her at once. And if it comes that far, I don't want her to get out of this alive", the leading agent made himself clear.

Pete had a look around the site of the second robbery. Everything looked just like it did on the first site. There was not much to be seen. Everything was still where it used to be and there were no sign that anything had been searched. Only that the security lock on one of the storage hall's back doors had been picked open, obviously by someone who knew how to evade unwanted traces. The alarm system had not responded on the break-in, but it had not been damaged and was still working as it had always done.

Obviously this case would be more difficult to solve than he had imagined it to be.

He decided to walk through the warehouse once again having a really close look at everything again. Maybe his eyes had missed an important detail, but actually he doubted it.

But then, as he checked one of the walls in the back room his hand brushed across some loose bricks. At once he got really curious and began removing some of them. He reached into the hollow space behind and suddenly he felt that he had cut his hand with something sharp, he grabbed it and took it out.

Pete had a look at the broken object that was lying in his stained hand. It was some sort of crystal. He thought for a moment. Where had he seen something like this before? He could not remember it, but though this strange little thing gave him the an immediate sensation of danger.

His feeling told him that this case had to be given a higher security level at once. This seemed to be a lot more than a usual crime. Slowly this case really began to itch him.

To be continued...