In the town centre

After dark…

"Okay, are we all ready for this?" asked Jack. The other two nodded, they had jammed their guns and chosen a 24-hour off licence, the sort that would have a panic button. "You certain this will work?" he asked James.

"Positive." They nodded to each other before going in to the store. Rya'c held back covering the door while Jack and James went forward pistols raised. Jack covered the assistant while James shoved his gun right in the face of the owner. "Empty the register now." He said calmly. The assistant was shaking his eyes dating back and forth.

"You try anything and you'll have a clean up in aisle six, brains might just splatter the merchandise." Said Jack to the twitchy shop attendant.

"I said open the cash register." Still perfectly calm. It couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes since they entered the shop. James pushed the gun against his forehead, "OPEN IT UP!" He screamed in the keeper's face. The shop keep was frozen with fear and did nothing. "I warned you, I gave you a shot." James back up and supported the gun with his other hand took aim and fired. Nothing happened. He swore loudly. Rya'c looked around from the door and said his line.

"There are blue lights up the end of the road." James turned back to the shopkeeper.

"John give me your gun." He held out his hand to Jack who handed over his gun. Again James aimed at the shopkeeper. "You called us in didn't you. Well I'm taking you with me." He pulled the trigger. "That bastard, I'll kill him, or I would if he'd sold us proper weapons!" James was screaming now. Rya'c dropped his gun as two police officers came through the door. One of them stood in it gun raised blocking off their escape. The other rushed in,

"Drop your weapons. Hands raised." James gave him a withering look and followed the command, Rya'c and Jack followed suit. "Right all of you over there." He indicated over in the corner by Jack, the other two moved over. While his partner covered him he moved towards James. "Hands behind your head and face the wall. " James did as told, the officer patted him down and hand cuffed him, this was repeated with the other two. They moved all three of them in to the car.

At the station Jack and Rya'c were put in a holding cell while James having been identified as the "ringleader" as taken to a room for questioning. It was bare with just a table and chairs.

"What's your name?"

"James."

"Last name?" said the officer trying not to let the kid wind him up.

"Jones."

"Where did you get a gun?"

"I want to phone a lawyer." The officer sighed you could always hope for one that wouldn't be annoying.

"Fine." He led the boy out and into a second room with a phone. "I'll be locking the door behind me and watching you on the monitor." James waited till he had gone then when over to the phone He dialled an English number, some relatives lived out there and he had stayed for a while. As he expected it went through to the answering machine. "Terrorist, bomb, GCHQ, 10 downing street, Area 51, pentagon, Iraq, cargo plane. Now I have your attention, I'd like to speak with David, get him to pick me and my two friends up and make sure he claims to be my dad so that we are release in to his custody. I've said my name is Jones. See you soon." He hung up. He knew it was standard that the phone call would be picked up with that many keywords in it, and they would work out quickly who he was. He was taken to the holding cell. After in turn all three of them had refused to say anything they were let out on bail when a David Jones claimed to be taking care of all three of them on a holiday.

"Hi dad." David turned and looked at James with a look of disapproval,

"How many time am I going to have to bail you out? You're going to end up inside if you don't sort your self out soon." Said David faking an American accent perfectly.

"Whatever." Said James shrugging. After collecting the things they had emptied out their pockets they followed David out to a car and Jack and Rya'c climbed in the back, while James sat in the front with David.

"Right, what on earth is this about, James, you can't just ring up British intelligence agents ask them to bail you out."

"Oh, there's a good reason. I assume working around here you are aware of the stargate program?"

"One of only ten or so who do. Why?"

"The SGC has a foot hold situation."

"What?" said David pulling the car over suddenly. "Who are those two?"

"Those two are Jack and Rya'c. You'll know about Rya'c but Jack only became involved a few months ago so he would come under current affairs and therefore you aren't allowed to know." David didn't look happy about being told by a teenager that something was above his clearance.

"Fine, but why call me in on this?"

"Because if I'd tried to call in the US guys they would have given the SGC our forwarding address and they would have picked us up. The only three people aware of the situation and we'd disappear." James said tiredly.

"So what do you expect me to do about this?" David said starring at the three of them.

"Call the Americans. Call the pentagons, go above the foothold situation to the superiors."

"But you just said…"

"We're three kids, you're an operative for the British intelligence services they'll pay attention to you."

"That's all you want?" David asked cautiously.

"One phone call that all." James reassured.

"Okay." David said resigned to the idea knowing that James wouldn't ask for a joke.