A/N Well I sent this to my Beta almost two months ago. I'm tired of waiting. I would hope that you are too. If it stinks, it is entirely my fault.
Ch 7 Let the Unpleasantness Begin
They were flying from Peterson to Andrews AFB. Jack was taking the chance to know the people he would be working with for the next few weeks. He shortly found out about each of their families. There seemed to be some tenseness when they spoke of Starrett's wife. Hey, there was some tenseness when people asked him about Sara. For that matter there was some tenseness when people talked about him and Carter in that context. But then, most people knew not to cross those lines. They spoke glowingly of their wives, their girlfriends, and children. Jack in turn bragged on the SGC and SG-1 specifically. Everybody had done seemingly impossible feats to anybody outside the world of special ops.
The teams rang the bell to Kinsey's Georgetown home. As the housekeeper answered the door, they could hear Kinsey ranting at Beghat. When Jack entered the library, Kinsey pinned him with a hate filled look. "Yet again, the timing of this 'alien conspiracy' is impeccable, isn't it? You've been threatening my life for years and now that you've made a mistake, made the threats known, all of a sudden, there are aliens after me!" Kinsey fairly dripped with disdain.
"Ya know, Kinsey? Personally, I wouldn't mind it if Slime Baal got his hands on you. Your attitude will annoy him and he gets to torture you. It's a win-win situation to me. However, for the sake of national stability, so I don't have to go to a fake funeral for you, I'm going to keep your smarmy ass alive. If that means I get to deal with Dirt Baal, and take him down a peg or two, that works for me too. So, cooperate with Mr. Beghat, Commander Paoletti and myself and I won't have Teal'c gag and bind you. Better yet, I could always call my little buddy, Thor, and he can send you off to some nice little, hot, unpopulated planet so you can't inflict yourself upon anybody else."
The other FBI agents were around the room. Alyssa was stunned at the adversarial tone that O'Neill took with the senator. Of course, Kinsey started it when he spouted off his bullshit.
Max stepped in. "Gentlemen, as much as I'm sure that you're enjoying this pissing contest of yours, we need to get to work. As of yesterday, all communications will also need to go through Agents Locke and Cassidy. I realize that this is an incredible amount of information but you have both political and personal enemies. It seems reasonable that Baal's contacts here on Earth will have access to this and will continue to threaten you through various methods. From here on out, there will be a SEALas well as a member of your personal security people within earshot of you at all times. Chief Skelly, Chief Taylor and Chief Karmody will be augmenting your security system with toys from both the SEALs and the SGC."
As Kinsey was stalking from the room, Max heard Alyssa mutter, "Prick!" He turned toward her and winked.
It wasn't until that evening that Daniel's theory was actually proven. Teal'c silently alerted O'Neill and Cosmo to the impending threat at the gates. At the same time there came a soft "We have three blips on Major Carter's naquadah detector," from Wildcard.
"I'll be a son of a bitch. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but he actually sent his Jaffa." Jack was looking through a pair of night vision glasses. "Here's the deal, guys. These people are damn hard to kill. Their armor can be penetrated by ordinary bullets, however under no circumstances are you to approach a dead Jaffa. Their symbiotes will look to survive by jumping into you. Your best bet will be the zats. Remember, one shot stuns and generally renders the target unconscious, two kills, three disintegrates."
With the stealth, grace, and coordination that comes from years in special ops, the three men went out to meet the threat. The Jaffa fanned out across the yard through the bushes. Cosmo flanked one of them and took him out with his combat knife. There was no sound. Teal'c silently circled behind one of the Jaffa. He crept close and silently snapped his neck. Jack came up to his foe unexpectedly on both of their parts. Their hand to hand fight was not clean or pretty. As he focused on taking down his opponent, he glimpsed another in the corner of his eye.
Crap! There were more of them. Why the hell didn't Wildcard warn them of the other Jaffa? Then the answer came to him. Beach Baal had a similar enzyme that Doc Frasier developed for Daniel and Jonas when they were on board Annubis's mothership. Maybe one that suppresses the detection of the naquadah. Crap again. Now it was a whole new ball game. That must mean that there were goulds here. Quickly, he killed the Jaffa and turned to the new threat. He keyed his radio. "T, Cosmo, we have gould here. I say again, we have gould here. There are more threats here at home base."
Teal'c and Cosmo responded immediately and checked the grounds for further goa'uld and Jaffa. Jack turned into a man trying to sneak up to the house. His eyes glowed yellow in anger at being thwarted. The gould raised his hand and blasted Jack across the courtyard. The jewel in the center of his hand glowed red as he walked up to Jack. Within moments, the goa'uld had Jack in the ribbon device. Cosmo came up behind him and shot him twice with the zat. Teal'c dispatched one other gould and came to find the other two.
"What has transpired here?"
"I found the guy over there shining some sort of light down toward the colonel there. It seemed to be directed to his forehead." Cosmo was looking O'Neill over for obvious injuries.
Teal'c, at hearing that Jack had been under the influence of the ribbon device, looked for signs of brain trauma. Teal'c shone the edge of his flashlight into O'Neill's eye. "Aaak! Don't I get enough of that from Frasier?" Teal'c visibly relaxed at hearing Jack snark.
"We gotta get in touch with the SGC. Let them know about the goulds here tonight. We also need to restructure how we have this babysitting job set up. Just once, I wish Daniel was wrong." He reached up and both Teal'c and Cosmo helped him up. "I know ya think that I'm just griping about the knees and the back, but there are times when they do hurt like Apophis himself was holding a pain stick to them."
"I had thought that your previous time spent with Baal had healed your infirmities."
"Ya, well. I'll thank you to never again mention that time in hell around me. Unless of course we might need it for future reference. Course, we could just say that I hate him, Kanan, and any other thing associated with that. We might even include Antarctica in that list. Slime Baal, in turn, hates me. It works."
"Hey, Dixon, we got a problem here in D.C. Dirt Baal's got some sort of enzyme or something that blocks sensors from detecting naquadah. . . I resent that! I do listen to Carter, Daniel, and Frasier occasionally!" The SEALs around him turned away to hide their snickering. "I'm sending you a couple of bodies. Two are gould. I need you to get Frasier working on identifying it first thing in the morning. Also see if you can get - and I don't believe I'm saying this - Felger and Coombs to work on a doohickey that will read the naquadah in spite of it." Jack frowned at the phone in his hand. Hellova time to have my favorite geeks offworld. "Tell Hammond I'll call him in the morning with a report on the last day's activities."
Tom looked at him funny. "What's the problem with these Felger and Coombs?"
"Well they are just in awe of our overwhelming coolness. Felger especially has a serious case of hero worship going on for SG-1. Be glad you haven't met him yet. You'll get the same. Coombs has something going on with Star Trek. I hate SciFi. I try to avoid them whenever possible." Jack shuddered in distaste.
Wes started laughing. Uncontrollable laughter. "You hate scifi? You live scifi more than Leonard Nimoy ever could. You have been to other galaxies, are friends with aliens of all sorts of cultures, fly space ships, and live on the absolute cutting edge of technology. If you don't live scifi, then no one does."
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