He went home, turned off the mimic device, and looked at the messages. He loved call forwarding…people could call his "work phone" and reach O'Neill's work cell phone- the message was essentially the same anyway: "You've reached O'Neill…Leave a message." On the other hand, they could call his home phone and reach his place in Colorado.

He had two messages. He was the head of Homeworld Security and he only had two messages?

Then, his cell phone beeped. He had twelve messages there. Now, he felt important.

"Jack, it's Hank…I just got to the SGC, and you weren't kidding when you said I would be impressed. Hey, next time you're in Colorado, come and see me…we'll play chess or something."

This might be the opportunity to make it seem like he was simply finishing some personal business- selling his house and stuff like that.

"Hank, it's O'Neill."

"Great to hear from you, Jack."

"I just got your message. Actually, I'm in Colorado right now. Want to meet to play some chess in a couple hours?"

"Yeah…your place or mine?"

"I'm selling mine, Hank…I'll be there in an hour and a half?"

"Sure…"

You know, it's funny…I just saw you today. I hope I don't slip and call you 'sir.' Or the other way around at work…that would definitely take some explaining.

"So did you decide to go with the desk at an angle or…flush with the door?" He asked, moving one of his chess pieces.

Definitely still flush with the door...

"Is that what this is about? You come all the way to Colorado Springs to check up on me?" Hank asked, moving one of his own pieces.

Well, when you put it that way…

"Nah…I had to sign the papers to my house…and my car…my motorcycle."

"Yeah I'll never forget that day on the front porch of my house you standing there telling me you wanted to tell me something about the Stargate Program." Hank laughed. "I thought one of us had surely lost his mind."

Well, I am doing the dual personality thing…maybe I have. Lost my mind, I mean.

"That may actually be true. How are things working out for Mitchell?"

"Well…you could of told him that SG-1 had been re-assigned. You should have seen his face."

"Yeah…I suppose, uh…"

"Yeah…no…he'll…uh…he'll get his feet." He moved one of his pieces. "Man's a survivor."

Yeah, thanks…but at least I've got you to watch my six…again, after all these years.

"He's also got the best of the best looking out for him."

"A General's only as good as the people he commands."

Wow, Hank is quoting someone…if only I could get my hands on who he's quoting, I could bust him…he's not THAT deep.

"Who said that?" He asked.

"I just did." He moved his castle. "I mean Douglas McArthur may have said something similar."

"Didn't he also say there's no substitute for winning?" He asked as he moved his bishop.

Oh yeah! I won! I TOLD Carter that I would win…and didn't I? Huh? Huh?

"Actually it was 'in war there's no substitute for victory.'" Then, he knocked over his queen. "You seem to have a knack for it."

"Well, victory is often a double-edged sword." He said, thinking of his latest top-secret assignment. He had SG-1 again, but…darn it, he didn't have his family!

I added the last line of O'Neill's dialogue...in the show, it was good enough to end with Hank's line, but I figured Jack would accidentally have some secret message about his frustration as Cameron Mitchell...So, there you are.