Midnight

Chimera stretched among the sheets of the bed. It had been a good night. After an interesting chat with the strange man at the bar, she had gone out and partied. It hadn't taken long to get bored though. The music had been far too loud, but the drinks had been interesting and the people willing. Admittedly, the variety of drinks had done her no good, judging by the faint pounding in her head. It took a lot of alcohol to affect her, so if she was getting a faint headache, she shuddered to think how her party mates would suffer when they woke, for they had drunk till they passed out. Speaking of party mates, Chimera's gaze settled on the guy to her left, then the girl to her right. She purred contentedly as she stood, leaping gracefully from the bed and landing silently on the wood floor. She gathered her clothes up and ran a hand through her hair. She sauntered into the bathroom and peered at her reflection in the mirror. Chimera was pleased to see that she didn't look to bad, considering. Once dressed, she moved silently back through the bedroom and into the lounge, where she stepped over a man and woman passed out on the floor. A couple of girls were passed out on one couch and another man and woman on the second couch, all in various states of undress. Ignoring them, she headed for the kitchen and hunted down a glass. Chimera poured water out of the tap, but pulled a face as she went to drink it. It stank of chemicals. Chlorine was the strongest. She tipped it down the sink and headed for the fridge.
What is it with Humans and their insistence in poisoning themselves?
Chimera looked through the fridge and found a couple of cartons of milk. Grinning, she pulled one out and poured some into her glass. Draining the glass, Chimera grabbed her jacket from the kitchen chair, where it had been draped over and headed to the door. A quick glance at the clock as she passed, told her it was eight in the morning. Chances were slim that any of the Humans would be up before midday and Chimera really wasn't interested in hanging around. As far as she was concerned, they were of no interest. They had met, they had drunk, they had partied. It was a new day and she had a ship to go find. She grinned like a cheshire cat as she sauntered out the door. The docks were the best place to have the meet. The delivery was coming by boat and chances were high that there would be minimal security at night. Lots of big, empty warehouses would ensure privacy and give Chimera a vantage point.

It had taken all day, but Chimera had been able to hack into the computer systems of the Oakland Ports and there she found the Helix, listed as arriving at midnight. The only ship to be arriving that night and had refused all dockside crew.
"Of course it arrives at midnight. How clichè."
Chimera muttered to herself, watching the crew of The Helix, as they sorted several large crates onto the back of a large truck on the docks. The Mexican had arrived an hour ago and now they were just waiting for the Goa'uld. Chimera had taken up residence in the shadows of the rafters of a nearby warehouse, eyes glowing slightly in the distant light. She could see and hear them clearly, but they were completely unaware of her presence.
Like scurrying mice, unaware of the hawk above.
Her attention was caught by three black sedans arriving, parking in a semicircle facing the ship and it's crew. A few of the crew had stopped to watch, but a harsh word from the Mexican's right hand man had them scurrying back to work. Two men in suits emerged from each of the outer cars, taking up positions by the bonnets. The driver of the middle car, also a man in a suit, opened the back door for his boss, but it wasn't the woman who got out. It was another black suited man. A man, Chimera recognised as one of the guards from the restaurant. Only this time he wasn't wearing a hat and the bright lights on the ship, glinted of something on his forehead. A symbol, to small for her to see clearly, made of gold, was branded into his flesh. Chimera shuddered at the thought. The man peered round the dock with distaste, before approaching the Mexican.
'Could they look anymore out of place. That many suits should be in an office building, not a dockyard.
Hector Rodriquez looked thrown by the man's presence, but quickly covered it up with a smile. He held a hand out to the man.
"I was expecting your employer, Mrs Raymore to be here for the exchange."
"Mrs Raymore has more pressing issues. Do you have the product?"
The Jaffa had an arrogant tone to his voice, clearly displaying his distaste. For either the docks or the people, Chimera wasn't sure. He also completely ignored the Mexicans hand. Rodriguez clapped his hands together, chuckling nervously as he eyed up the gold emblem on the bigger man's forehead. He cleared his throat.
"Do you have my money?"
The Jaffa waved a hand and one of his men approached with a black briefcase. He held it in both arms, while the leader opened it with a couple of clicks.
First Prime. The Goa'uld called their Jaffa generals First Primes.
Chimera thought to herself. She couldn't see inside the case, but judging by Hector's pleased expression, it was exactly what he wanted.
"Excellent, excellent. I trust it's all there?."
The First Prime merely gave a curt nod.
"I want to see the product."
The Mexican looked up as the case was shut with a snap.
"Oh of course. Right here."
Rodriguez clicked his fingers and two of the ship's crew pulled open the doors of the container on the lorry. Chimera leant forward, eyes fixed on the crate they pulled forward and prised open. A layer of packing was removed and the lights reflected of the glittering white crystals within. The Prime stepped forward and picked a large shard up. He inspected it for a moment, before replacing it and turning away. A nod to his men and they were stepping forward, reaching inside their jackets, withdrawing strange Z shaped devices. The Mexican gave a nervous laugh, eyes darting between the suits.
"I take it, everything is to your satisfaction then? Excellent, then I suggest we part ways now. No need to cause any trouble."
He reached for the suitcase and backed away a few steps. Before he had gotten far, the dock was lit up by several flashes of blue light. Chimera blinked, rubbing furiously at her ruined vision. When she looked up again, the crew were falling to the ground alongside Hector Rodriguez. She watched as several more of the blue lights hit the bodies again, vanishing into dust when hit a third time. She sniffed the air and hissed as the sharp yet unmistakable scent of high energy lasers filled the air. A couple of the Jaffa boarded The Helix and ensured no crew onboard were left alive. She watched as they returned, nodding to the First Prime, who spun on his heel and headed to his car. One of the men got into the lorry and started it up, following the first car that turned for the road. Chimera quickly slipped from the rafters and landed silently by the doors. Slipping through, she rounded the Jaguar that she had hidden between two fishing boats. Just as she opened the driver side door, a sound of metal on stone had her spinning round, crouching low. Chimera straightened up though when she saw two men hiding behind some barrels, wide eyed and pale. Their clothes were ratty and they looked underfed and dirty. Men with no homes, who had just seen something unexplainable, now watching her with fear. Chimera smiled softly at them, placed a finger to her lips and slipped into the Jaguar. She hunkered down in the seat as she started the car up and watched as, moments later, the three black sedans and the lorry drove past. Revving the engine, she backed out and followed them.