I'd like to take a moment and thank Dani for being my Beta...let's all hope I don't drive her too crazy...only one day...and I think I may be doing just that...so...Thank you Dani...Thank You :-D
she chex my gramar...she makes me sound good (she in no way takes responisibility for this message) and if you still find any mistakes...yes I really am that bad
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Taking the advice of The President, General Hammond skimmed through the file. There would be time later to do a more thorough reading, but for now, since time was an issue for The President, Hammond would happily peruse the information within the file about 'The Scooby Gang.'
The file was basically divided into smaller sections. Each one detailing information about the various civilians that assisted the agents of The Initiative. There was only a small amount of information about Mr. Harris.
The information in the file had been obtained by field agents. Agent Finn was the most senior operative and was the one to write these briefs. Apparently, most agents believed Mr. Harris to be a tag-along. Agent Finn, on the other hand, was under the impression that Mr. Harris was a quite able to handle himself.
Hammond pondered this for a moment. 'Makes sense, the man has been able to survive this long. He must be doing something right.' He shook his head for a moment and continued reading the summary for the rest of the group.
There were apparently two witches. 'I still can't believe magic is real.' He had to smile at that thought.
He was impressed at the effort put forth by the two young women. It seemed they had basically trained themselves, and did quite well in the field.
When he got midway through the file, he realized something quite important. The second half of the file was dedicated to only one person. A Ms. Elizabeth Anne Summers, aka Buffy Summers, The Vampire Slayer.
There was much more detail in this section of the file. The information within was almost unbelievable. If he hadn't been informed of the real world around him, he wouldn't have believed a word of what he was reading.
The results from the tests performed, and from the missions she went on, almost read like fiction. 'No one person can be this strong, or fast.' Suddenly he thought back to when Anise had put those Arm Bands onto the human members of SG-1 and the results from that little 'experiment.' He quickly revised his previous thought.
He looked up and at The President, only to find The President staring intently at him.
"I know what you're thinking, George." He gave a light smile. "To be honest I'd be thinking the same thing. But, from what I've been informed, she needs to be left alone. If we try to recruit her, it will leave us open to a threat that we aren't prepared for." The President's expression had become serious. His expression had an surity to it that confirmed that he knew what he was talking about. Suddenly The President smiled slightly. "Though, should the situation warrant it, I wouldn't object to having her join a mission or two."
Hammond had to concede the point. While Ms. Summers would be a great asset, she was needed elsewhere. Having her join them on a permanent basis presented
an unacceptable risk. However, having her there on a temporary, or case-by case basis, definitely held some possibilities. In the end, Hammond just accepted the advice/order that he had been given.
"Actually, George, this is part of the real reason I am here at this ungodly hour." The President sighed as he picked up a rather large briefcase that had more safeguards on it than most briefcases that might hold a nuke. The President placed the briefcase on a portion of the table he had recently cleared.
He stared at the briefcase for a moment before looking back at the General. "Believe it or not, there were a lot of powerful military figures gunning for young Mr. Harris."
Hammond looked at him in disbelief. "What did the kid do?"
The President actually chuckled and patted the briefcase. "According to his file, he stole a rocket launcher from an army base." Seeing the Genera's demeanor begin to change, he quickly went into greater detail. "He needed it to defeat a demon that, and I quote, "Can not be harmed by any weapon forged by man."
The General's expression changed from one of blossoming outrage to one of immense curiosity.
"I don't recall that in any of the files we went through."
The president shook his head. "You wouldn't, and neither would most people for that case." The President let out another sigh. "I'll be honest with you George. I was expecting your call earlier. When you started with your inquiries, it was decided that you would, at some point, turn to me." The President picked up his glass and took a long drink. "They knew that I would find out what was going on, so they took the initiative, pardon the pun, and began to debrief me soon after your first call."
General Hammond looked at The President in complete bewilderment. He had been lied to directly from The President. Though, this did explain why he hadn't
gotten anywhere earlier. There was only one question on his mind.
"When did you decide to let me into this inner circle?"
"From the get-go, George. But I wasn't even going to entertain the notion of having you briefed until I had full knowledge of what was going on. I also wanted to make my own assessments of the situation. And if you didn't have who you have in custody, it could have been a few more days before I came to you with what we have." He went through the process of overriding the safeguards on the briefcase. When it was opened he pulled out a few more files that were quite large, some video footage, and a piece of equipment he hadn't seen before.
"I decided to be the one to come here and brief you personally. You deserve no less. But at the moment there is some information that you may find very
interesting. Everything in here pertains to young Mr. Harris."
Hammond looked shocked. 'All this for the a civilian with no known supernatural abilities?'
The President seemed to be able to read his thought.
"Don't judge a book by its cover. A lot of things happened before The Initiative moved in. Besides, Sunnydale was being watched by the certain aspects of the government before The Initiative took over."
Hammond just gave him an incredulous stare. A million questions were going through his mind. But the President never gave him the opportunity to voice them.
"Before the NID somehow snuck in there, the military was going to set up shop there. But, either way, one doesn't just move into enemy territory. You scout it first. They were expecting to run into the enemy." The President just shook his head at what he was about to say. "What they weren't expecting to find was a certain group of High School kids, and their Librarian." The president then slid one of the large files over to The General.
Hammond took a look at the first few pages before looking up at the President in shock. "How did he...how did we get this information. Wait, why don't people, or the NID have access to these files?"
"From what I'm told, their files were well classified to begin with. Had the NID taken the proper channels to acquire The Initiative, things may have worked out differently. However, those in charge were not trusted by those in the Military, so these files were never released, and they were classified to an even higher extent." The President leaned back into his chair. He shook is head slightly before speaking. "As far as gaining the information in the files before you...apparently our ability to gather intel directly related to this group was fairly limited. And because of that, other methods needed to be used." The President's eyes darkened. "And you'd be surprised just what the Demons knew, and were willing to tell, about their enemies. And they most definitely thought of Mr. Harris as an enemy."
Hammond thought how wrong it was to have such enemies as Demons when you were at such a young age. He looked back at the file and quickly shook off the thought. "How sure are we about the accuracy of all this?"
"We're quite sure. Almost everything in there has been verified one way or another. And if not, it's been stated in there as well."
It was a few hours later when Hammond had finally finished the first file. He looked up at the president in complete awe. 'Those agents had no idea what Mr. Harris is capable of. The things he's been through...' The thought alone made him shudder. His admiration for the young man strengthened with each passing moment. Something which shone through his eyes. When he looked at The President, he found the man smiling at him.
"Yes George, I want him here. I'm lifting the non-recruitment order placed on him. So work hard, and work fast. I'll make sure to keep things quiet on my end." Hammond just nodded along.
Just having Mr. Harris on board by himself would be a great advantage. The benefit he could provide indirectly just added to determination to recruit the young man. With that thought he smiled and shook his head.
The President got out of his chair and stretched. "There's a lot more to discuss, but now is not the time." He gave a quick yawn. "So, I hear that Jack and the rest of SG-1 only lasted 4 hours?"
Hammond had to pull himself out of his thoughts and review what the CIC had just said. He gave a quick smile. "Yes sir, that's true."
The President just nodded his head. "Good, where's my money?"
