General Hammond let out a sigh of contentment as he finally laid his head on his pillow. He had spent hours on the phone with his contacts. He couldn't believe how difficult it was to get any information on this Alexander L. Harris. After spending hours talking to people, who technically don't exist, he hadn't been able extract anything more than what he already had. It was down right frustrating.

He had finally conceded defeat and decided to use his 'red phone.' It was something he had not wanted to do. That phone was to be used in dire emergencies. And trying to gain clearance on an individual that may, or may not, have anything to do with this program was not considered an emergency. Well, if they weren't dealing with end of the world scenarios every other week, then perhaps it would be considered an emergency.

It had been hours ago that he had placed that call and he had not received any word back. He had even tried to get an update earlier, but had been given the run around. But it was late, or early depending on your viewpoint. Figuring that he wouldn't hear any word for quite a while, he decided to try and get some sleep.

He was up in one of the VIP rooms. It really wasn't a random room. He spent so many hours at the base, he basically lived there. Only Dr. Jackson and Major Carter voluntarily spent more time there than he did, well that's if you don't count there time off-world. Jack was constantly griping that those two really needed to get more of a life. The General could sympathize. Hell, on more than one occasion he felt the need to order those two off the base. Teal'c, on the other hand, lived on base by order of the military. The former First-Prime of Apophis had never commented on his living arrangements, though he did try to get out every once in a while. Teal'c may not know it at this point in time, but The General was almost finished going through the proper channels to clear the Jaffa for living arrangements that were off base.

So, Hammond found himself falling to sleep in his personal VIP room. Even as unconsciousness was overtaking him, he couldn't help but to think that it was 'only Jack' who could cause him this much trouble, give him this much of a headache, while on vacation. He had just entered the final stages of being in a deep sleep when the phone next to his bed wailed next to his head.

At first he though the warning claxons were going off, then he realized that it was just his phone. His heart began to beat a more relaxed base, only four times above normal. 'Just once can it be a wrong number?' He seriously doubted it. He glanced at the clock by his bedside. It was only 3:30am. 'A whole hour and a half of sleep.' He calmed his nerves and answered the phone.

In a stern voice, he barked "Hammond."

"……"

"Airman, it's too early for this. Just tell me what the situation is."

"……"

"Who's at the gate?"

"……" Hammond suddenly sat up quite a bit straighter in bed.

"The President?" Hammond's eyes grew a little wider. "I'll be out to greet him in just a moment."

He put the phone down in complete shock. He managed to put on his uniform fairly quickly while still looking quite presentable, he made his way to greet the president.

'This is all Jack's fault, I just know it is.' He sighed again, this time there was no contentment involved. 'I should probably have Walter get some coffee for us. This is probably going to take a while.'

General Hammond was in his usual seat in 'The War Room.' It was just The President and himself. There two large stacks of identical files. One stack was placed in front of The President while the other was placed in front of him.

Some coffee, water, and food were placed in the room. Several men, who had arrived with the president, had done a thorough sweep of the room with quite a few sophisticated looking electronics. When they were finished with their sweep they simply vacated the room and took in guarding positions just outside the entrances to the room.

Hammond didn't know what to think. The president looked extremely unsettled. It was quite unnerving.

"Mr. President, Sir, I was not expecting you to come all the way to the SGC."

"Believe me General, I certainly was not expecting it either." The President seemed to stare intently at the folders placed in front of him before coming back into focus. "You have no idea the storm that started brewing from all of your inquiries."

Hammond looked concerned. "All this for one person's classified file?"

The President shook his head. "Oh no, George, the information pertaining to him is just a small part of the classified information that is in that file." He sighed while picking up the first file. "Tell me George, what do you know about Vampires and other Demons?" Hammond tried to keep an impassive façade, but must have failed slightly. "Why don't we start with these first few files. Then you can call me crazy."

With a small amount of hesitation, General Hammond retrieved the file on the top of the stack. Even as The President spoke, he knew that his world was, once again, going to change.

"General, what do you know about a supposedly quiet town called Sunnydale and a project called The Initiative?" Hammond simply shook his head, and with a foreboding feeling, opened the first file.

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2 Hours Later

General Hammond looked quite a bit more disheveled than when he had greeted The President Earlier. Both men had their jackets slung over the back of their seats and their sleeves were rolled up. It had not taken a long time to convince The General about the truthfulness of what he was reading.

"Let me see if I got this straight. The NID decided to run this project, The Initiative. They captured Vampires and other Demons. They performed countless experiments on said demons. They developed technology that could control some of these species of Demons. They even went so far as to manufacture a chip that would not permit a Vampire to harm a human." Receiving a nod from the President he went on. "They then went even further and constructed a 'super soldier' using parts from Demons, and machinery" He gave a grimace of distaste, "and even than of a man, and wound up creating a monster. One that was worse than anything they had faced up to date."

"Yes and no." Seeing Hammond's confused yet enquiring gaze, he continued. "Yes, the NID operated, in secrecy…trust me…I am most definitely going to find out how they got the funding for this without going through the proper channels…anyways, yes they would capture a 'HST' run experiments or terminate. And believe it or not, that was supposedly sanctioned work. How it became sanctioned without ever seeing the light of day troubles me, but I'm sure that some leads will turn up." The President let out a bitter chuckle. "Believe it or not, the entire creation of the 'Super Soldier' was done in secrecy without the authorization of the NID."

"Mr. President, are you telling me that The Initiative was both a Rogue, and Sanctioned NID operation?"

"Apparently." He took a long drink of water.

"How did they have a Rogue operation taking place concurrently with a Sanctioned one?"

The President simply looked at him. "Are you really that surprised?"

He had to consider the point. There didn't seem to be much that Maybourne or Simmons would go through to get what they wanted. Though Simmons was by far the greater evil of the two.

"So how exactly was this…ADAM…taken down."

The President gave a slight smile. "Oh, General, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." He gave another chuckle, this one not quite so dark. "You may not even believe the files, but I assure you…The video will just blow you away."

The President went down about 4 files into the stack and pulled out a thick folder. The General repeated this. At the same time they opened up their folders.

"George, to start this off, I would like to introduce you to the, apparently infamous, 'Scooby Gang.'"

The General couldn't help but think, 'I'm getting to old for this.'

Remembering his reaction when he had been given this information earlier this night, a smile crept onto The President's face as he thought, 'I wonder if the General is going to like this.'