So, this is in response to a sorta challenge that LacytheDemonicDuck called the "Memo Challenge".

Key Memo

Brigadier General Jack O'Neill was returning from a week long vacation of drinking beer and fishing in the pond at the back of his house that is home to zero fish. Exiting the lift he smiled to passing people, the odd military man or woman saluting in respect. Everything had gone well so far that morning; he'd drunk a nice peaceful cup of coffee, no mission reports to fill out, no meetings or team de-briefings. Peaceful and relaxing.

With a smile fixed on his features he strode the halls towards his office, a small grimace at the thought of paperwork having piled up on his desk.

Hand on the handle his chocolate brown eyes glistened over the name tag on the door, his thoughts drifting back to yesterday, watching constant re-runs of the Simpson's after Sam, Daniel and Teal'c had all paid a visit during lunch.

Twisting the handle he moved his feet, expecting the door to move out of his way. However, his head merely made impact with the wood, door unmoving. A quick glance up and down the halls told him nobody had seen him, so he tried again, shaking the door as well.

Nothing. It wouldn't budge. Sighing he tried one last time, slamming his shoulder into it to se if that helped. Nope, nothing, again.

For a moment he stood there, facing the wooden door and expecting it to just open up before a thought occurred to him. Clicking his fingers he quickly made his way towards the control room, nodding to everyone once and turning to make his way up the stairs and into the conference room. Almost at a jog he tried this door, finding it was also locked. "Son of a-" he shouted, slamming his palms against the wood.

Did they replace the locks whilst I was gone? Standing in the conference room he feigned a look around, finding himself alone as the wood almost laughed at his feeble attempts to gain entrance into the office.

Walter! His mind jumped out, hand slamming his forehead. The technician would know what was wrong. Calmly striding his way back into the control room he noticed the technician tapping away at the keys. "Hey, Walter."

"Sir," he said, pulling himself away from his job. Noticing the sheepish expression on the General's face he frowned, "Everything alright?"

Thumbing a hand over his shoulder Jack let his mouth fall open and close a couple of times. "What's wrong with the doors to my office?"

Walter Herriman's shoulders slumped at the problem. "Didn't you get the memo?"

"Memo?" His eyebrows shot up at the word. Everyone should have known that Jack O'Neill was never one to read his memos, ever. "What memo."

The technician sighed at the thought, "The memo I sent you before you left."

Awkward silence stretched through them as Jack waited for a clarification. "What did it say?"

"The locks were suppose dot be changed whilst you were gone. There's a key waiting for you at the administration office."

"Okay," the General rocked back and forth on his heels for a moment, eyes dancing around the room before coming back to land on the younger man. "Where's that?"

So, none of these characters belong to me and what's more, I hope you found it a good read!

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