Emmett Bregman had spent most of the morning filming the goings-on of the SGC and its key personnel. He was leading his film-crew through the different corridors in hopes of finding something of higher merit to film.
To his immense delight, he came across a guarded door. He patted the SF on the shoulder with a pleasant smile. "Would you mind letting us in?"
"Can't do that," the guard said with a slight smile.
Nodding, Emmett moved for the door handle. "We'll let ourselves in, then."
The SF moved more solidly in front of the door. "Gen. Hammond gave very specific orders."
"I have a right to see what in that room!"
"No you don't," Jack said coming up behind them, carrying a plate of bread and a can of diet soda. "In case you hadn't noticed, these are the personal quarters."
He looked around and suddenly seemed frozen in embarrassment. He quickly recovered and inquired, "So, why's there a guard in front of this door?"
"Your safety," he said, lightly knocking on the door before letting himself in.
Glaring at the SF, he demanded, "Why did he get to go in?"
"Because she won't kill him."
"She who?"
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Author's note: I'm having a bit of trouble arranging things just right, and Andie's being impossible at the moment, but the next few chapters will actually be interesting (whenever they allow themselves to be written, anyway). Promise.
