A/N Im playing with the timeline just a little. There will be foreshadowing of 814 Full Alert and 907 Ex Deus Machina. I figure, who knows when Baal cloned himself and integrated some of the clones into Earth society? By the way, I got these names off of transcripts of the show. Anybody else get the obvious super hero references?

Chapter 9 Who Trusts the Trust?

In Bethesda, Maryland, there was a high level meetings taking place. In the penthouse suite of Farrow-Marshall there was a meeting of a small, but growing offshoot of the Trust. Their goals? Power. Power on a galactic scale. They had no altruistic motives. They cared little for Earth and its defenses. Ms. Charlotte Mayfield sat at the head of the table looking cool and haughty. "Gentlemen, this bickering and scheming is irrelevant. An opportunity has presented itself."

Mr. Parker scoffed. "What opportunity? We have tried on numerous occasions to neutralize Hammond. O'Neill stands in our way at every turn. Even when he's not there, Thor has proven his allegiance to them both."

"We have funded the Hayes/Kinsey ticket to get our hands on the SGC that way, but there is no guarantee that they will win the election." Mr. Wayne was more obstinate than optimistic about the prospects of that happening.

Mr. Kent added his two cents. "I have entire brigades of people to backward engineer the technology. More willing to go and get it. We simply have no way of doing so especially since the SGC lost the original stargate last year. Before, we could covertly operate the gate and gain what we wanted at will. Even that option is closed to us now. We have no way of getting offworld."

A chillingly charismatic man walked into the meeting. "People, people," his South African accent was faintly contemptuous. "Why must we kowtow to the SGC and NID? Why not simply take them out of the equation? I can provide you with technology. You will provide me with a tithe. Follow me and we will rule this galaxy." His eyes glowed. At an unspoken signal, five Jaffa came into the room, two carrying an elaborate urn.

The Jaffa's staff weapons opened with an ominous sound. "My friends, as my children you will share in a great inheritance. The Goa'uld were born to rule. You, of course will be no more." One by one, the Jaffa grabbed the various CEOs and implanted them with the symbiotes from the urn.

Baal spoke over the struggles and shrieks of terror and rage. "I will have dominion over all. The Taur'i, the Tok'ra, the Jaffa, the humans will all bow before me."

"You know, O'Neill, I don't give a damn whether you and your tame seals think that it isn't safe for me to keep this meeting. I need to continue with my campaign. I need to meet with those who are working to fund it, policy advisors, speech writers, planners, more people than you can imagine are working for me to become the vice-president." Max was truly getting tired of Kinsey's vitriol. He knew that the others were similarly sick of it.

"Yes, let's not dwell, shall we? If we ever end up in a reality in which you are in such a position of power, I just might go live on Chulak with Teal'c and we'll wage war against the gould from there. Of course, that'll leave you to fend for your own smarmy self." His face brightened. "Teal'c! Whatya say, you, me, Rya'c and Bra'tac go around the cosmos and free Jaffa everywhere. We can even take Daniel and Carter along!"

Teal'c seemed to know that his friend was just winding up the senator. The senator in question looked almost purple in response to the implied threat. Max hid a smile as the Jaffa inclined his head and simply said, "Indeed."

Tom stepped in, trying to be the diplomatic one. "You will be allowed to attend these meetings. You will, however, have to allow one of my team to accompany you. We are here to ensure your safety. It has been proven, there are goa'ulds out there and they intend to do you harm. We will not allow that to happen." Tom turned away muttering under his breath, "No matter how much I agree with Jack."

"Fine! I have a meeting in an hour with several people working to fund the campaign along with my campaign manager. I'll take Lieutenant Nilsson. At least I know that he can conduct himself properly among the people I'll be meeting with." Pretty much everybody looked like they wanted to blow a gasket at that insult. Senator Kinsey stalked out the door in one direction. Jack left soon afterward going in the opposite.

Max looked to Teal'c. "Is he always like that? So confrontational?"

"Indeed MaxBeghat. DanielJackson has stated that people either love him or hate him. Indeed this is true. He is well aware that SenatorKinsey would make your job and that of the SEALs more difficult if he were to focus on you. He uses Kinsey's hatred of O'Neill to focus his acrimony on him. He brings the focus of the Senator's ire on him to aid you. He has done similar things when we were captured by various Goa'uld."

"I see. Could you communicate to him that I have dealt with terrorists from around the world. One irate senator barely blips on my radar. I will do my job with or without the senator's cooperation." Teal'c merely bowed his head to indicate he'd relay the message.

At Dynaco, Mr. Wayne - or rather the goa'uld residing in him - ordered a variety of appetizers for the meeting. His lord, Baal, had ordered him to meet with Kinsey and put his mind at ease. Lord Baal apparently had alternate plans for the foolish taur'i. "I have good news for you Senator Kinsey. We have made a total of twenty million dollars for your election. The numbers look good for so early in the campaign. We are riding a wave of public approval from your brush with death a few months ago. I see every indication that the Hayes - Kinsey ticket will win the race for the White House."

"That is easy to say, now, with another four months to go in the race. Give me the same prediction two weeks after the race and then I'll relax some. I will be the one in the White House. Mark my words."

Nilsson kept his face perfectly neutral. His thoughts however were less than neutral. It seemed that these people were on his payroll and therefore not worthy of even the fakey smoothness of his political persona. They were little more than servants in his eyes. Remembering his father, that just grated wrong.

He had the naquadah detector hidden in his pocket. It was constantly sending telemetry to Bobby parked outside in the "nondescript" van. There was a lot of chatter between Bobby and O'Neill. They were agreeing with his assessment of the senator's tactics. 'That's right guys, not exactly the way to win friends and influence people.'

Through the whole meeting the goa'uld silently gloated. 'These foolish taur'i. They have no idea that their lives will soon come to an end.'

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