MDAM – Hey guys, this story is a bit of a creative spark so I don't know how long this will last but I hope you enjoy the ride. Note: this piece may not be a masterpiece as it is my first story on the site.

C1: Interrogation

The room was bleak and boring, walls made of concrete and one made of one way glass, the centre decorated with a grey table, a grey desk lamp, two black plastic chairs, two glasses and a jug of water. In the on one of the chairs sat a man in black combat trousers, a black t-shirt with a red shirt on top. He had black hair and brown eyes, eyes fixed on his glass. The door opened to a man in a simple black suit with a brief case in hand. The man in the chair darted his eyes to try find a face, but the darkness enveloped it. The briefcase was placed on the desk, opened, and had its contents placed on the table, a dossier.

The suit sat down, his face still hidden by the darkness. Then he spoke "Flight Lieutenant John Anders, Age 25, Born in Glasgow to a Mrs Eve Hidelstone and Mr David Anders, served in the RAF for 5 years in Afghanistan before being honourable discharged for injuries. Injuries caused after your Hercules was shot down over Helmand province, to have to fight a firefight with your crew consisting of, Sergeant Ivy Lee, Flying Officer Cameron McIntosh, Flight Sergeant Samantha McGregor and Pilot Officer David Hill. You saved their lives by allowing yourself be shot and left for dead as they escaped with the townsfolk, after you were found and brought back to Camp Bastian with injuries that would kill the average man you were honourably discharged and sent home to your home outside of Dumfries in the south of Scotland. You were later awarded the George Cross for your bravery and going above and beyond the line of duty. Is that not correct." He said in a monotone voice.

"Yes, it is." John replied in an equally monotone voice, evidently not giving any emotion. That wasn't just a firefight, that was a slaughter, he had spent two days going through all of the supplies left on the plane to allow the townspeople to escape as the Taliban came in from all sides, murdering all civilians in their way for helping the Western Devils. Blood was spilt over the sand, turning it into a red paste that flowed down the streets, blood of woman and children, the woman raped, treated no better than animals. The number of 5.56mm round fired at those "Holy Warriors" would never be able to fix the wounds they had caused, not even numb it. Filled with adrenaline, John shot his L86 LSW Light Machine Gun until his ran out of 5.56mm rounds, then he shot his Browning 9mm pistol until his ammo was dry, he cut though them until my knife was blunt, then he punched and strangled until by hands bled, and by then the fight was over and my crew had evacuated the towns folk. After that he dint remember anything, In Johns memory it all went black only to wake up to airmen pulling him into a Chinook and find the entire town destroyed.

"So Mr Anders, could you explain why you were caught hacking the United States Air Force computer systems and downloading our most sensitive files, regarding the Stargate Programme. How did you manage this?" This is why John was here, the Stargate Programme, a secret programme started by USAF in 1997 that explores the Galaxy using a big ring. He found out by hacking into the USAF computer system in Cheyenne Mountain, to find that a large amount of money was being siphoned into this programme. He thought it was joke at first, but the more he kept digging, the more he found, including a number of links with sudden silences, disappearances and rapid technological advances. And some of those technological advances he tried at home. He built an ancient mind upload device, all paid by the USAF Budget, without their knowledge of course, built out of materials bought online. Then he tried it. He downloaded the entire Cheyenne Mountain database, only to have the device burn out. It was only a matter of time till they found out that a shipment of crystals from Nellis to a town in Southern Scotland would be suspicious.

"I was bored, when you spend enough time stuck doing physiotherapy you get bored and you start doing things you never thought of trying, in my case it was hacking. I was stuck in a wheel chair for a year and it was easy to do from one, and it turned out I was good at it, and NORAD and Cheyenne Mountain seemed like a challenge, and you made it to easy." John smirked.

"Very well, but why did you keep on searching even though you could see that it could lead to your death?" the suit replied.

"You see, I like learning, and this, well lets just say I learned a lot, not just about the Programme, but about languages by cross referencing files in my head, to the science's by learning the working of the technology and about the cultures from the mission reports, this was a field day and a half for me. And when I am faced with such an opportunity I must grab hold of it."

"The question remains John, what should we do with you now?" the suit said as he stood up facing the door.

"Let me go, put me on a team. Maybe lead one, I've lead teams on dangerous circumstances before."

"Unfortunately I may not be able to give you that, you are to big of a risk, isolation may be the only option." The suit said reaching for the door.

"No you can't keep me locked up forever."

"You would be surprised mister Anders."