Because you all beg and grovel so nicely…

The New Guys, Part 2

"Um, Captain McPherson." O'Neill walked towards the two story building that had been assigned to the British SGC team, "What's going on?"

"Colonel; good to see you again!" McPherson smiled, "Just a little security matter."

"Yeah, about that…" O'Neill looked up the side of the building, and saw the two men who where hanging over the side of the flat roof, "Is that even legal?"

"Good question." McPherson pulled a radio from his belt, "Nick; Colonel O'Neill wants to know if this is legal?"

"Define legal." The inelegance officer's reply came back after a moment silence, "We did catch them trying to break into a British Army base, and there's a lot of leeway as to what we do with them."

"Leeway?" McPherson asked.

"Well, we could have just shot them on sight." Sergeant Garang's voice came over the radio, "But that always creates way too much paperwork…"

"I think it would be best if I had a word with the two of them." O'Neill suggested, not wanting to be in the middle of a private war between the NID and the SAS: he wasn't sure who'd win.

"Ok lads, bring'm down so Colonel O'Neill can talk to them." McPherson looked up at the roof, "And no falling down stairs."

"You often deal with people like this?" O'Neill asked the SAS officer.

"We normally deal with the sort of people who think the Geneva Convention is a work of fiction." McPherson suddenly looked older, "If we get captured, and people work out who we are, things can get 'unpleasant'."

"Personal experience?"

"No, but close: a few years back I was part of a task force in Sierra Leone sent to rescue a group of soldiers captured by a violent militia gang. They wanted to force any Peacekeepers out so they could take over. We were sent in to get our boys out, and teach them a lesson."

"Did it work?"

"They didn't take anymore British prisoners." McPherson shrugged, turning to where the rest of his team where approaching, Privet Jones holding two rather pale NID agents by the scruff of their necks, "So what do we do with these two?"

"What where they trying to do?" O'Neill asked, crossing his arms.

"Trying to get a look at our ciphers and encoding equipment." Lieutenant Carver stood slightly to one side, "Some of the stuff we have is so heavily classified we're not meant to share it with anyone."

"You two got anything to say for yourselves?" O'Neill looked at the two NID agent, "Anything about the fact that you where attempting to gain illegal access to a military base belonging to a friendly nation? Anything about the numerous international laws you must have broken?" No?" He shook his head, "Sam, can you get the camera."

"Here you go." Carter handed over a Polaroid camera.

"Smile!" O'Neill pointed the camera at the two agents and took a photo, "Now we have a record of what you look like: we see you around again, and we're let Sergeant Garang here deal with you."

"I like the sound of that." The former Ghurkha smiled, holding out the agents ID badges, "I'm going to pass these on to some friends of mine: anything happens to us, they'll come looking for you two."

"Now get out of here!" McPherson yelled at the two terrified agents.

"I think you should take these, sir." Garang handed O'Neill the two ID's, "They've served their purpose: they now think that we'll go after them."

"Nice trick." O'Neill smiled, "I'll see you all at the briefing tomorrow."

"Certainly, sir." McPherson smiled, "We're looking forward to getting stuck in."

The End

The SG-1/Rainbow sequel proper is in the works, so watch this space…