Infiltration

Colonel Alan Smith was a sharp faced man with a no nonsense attitude and short cropped salt and pepper hair. He studied the three Agents stood before him with piercing grey eyes that few could meet for more than a few seconds. The woman before him though, lounged in her seat with an easy grace and a knowing smile, almost as if she owned the place.
Just because she has a badge though, doesn't make her gods gift to the Air Force.
The Colonel thought in annoyance. The Agent had not removed her sunglasses since entering his office, which made reading her slightly more difficult, adding to his annoyance. Her two companions were a little less at ease as they stood to attention behind her. Colonel Smith sighed, handing back the badge he had insisted on seeing.
"So, you say you are here to investigate a series of missing supplies?"
The girl crossed her legs and flipped back her long honey gold hair, her hands settling, laced together on her lap.
"Stolen supplies Colonel. A vast network has been 'fudging the figures' so to speak. A black market dealing is of course expected in an organisation such as the military, but it has grown far too big for its boots. Some of the figures are becoming noticeable now and well, the higher power are not feeling so happy to turn a blind eye when the numbers are large enough to basically call them idiots."
The Colonel nodded. He understood the black market was an ever present nuisance. His mind wandered back to his lunch with General O'Neill. The man had warned him that a Special Agent was coming to investigate a branch of this Network, warning him that she was a 'one of a kind' girl. In the General's words, "Play nice and she might not bite. Piss her off and by god, you better evacuate the base. At least."
Colonel Smith eyed her up and could not quite understand the General's warning. All he saw was a pretty and confident, yet very young woman. Colonel Smith decided he didn't want to understand. If the General said to tread carefully, then carefully he would tread.
"You will have the full co-operation of my men, Agent Felix. I have rooms prepared for you and your men."
Agent Felix gave a tight smile when he said her name. She stood up and gave a slight bow of her head.
"Thank you Colonel."
She swept out of the room with an almost noble grace, her two junior Agents following. When the door shut behind them, Chimera spit.
"Felix. Real clever. I'm going to kill whichever bright spark on Atlantis came up with that cover name for me."
Dean grunted as he followed the feline stalking down the hallway.
"Yeah. Real sense of humour. Was probably that Flyboy in charge."
Sam shook his head with a smile. Instead of commenting, he offered a change of topic.
"What's our next move?"
Chimera shoved a door open and stepped out into the Californian sunlight. She eyed up a passing soldier heading inside, who gave the feline a nervous salute. A recruit she suspected.
"I am going to check out the Medical Bay. You two check out the main gate and security footage."
She stalked away without a backwards glance and the boys exchanged a look before turning to the main gate.
Chimera entered the small Medical Bay and peered round carefully. The whitewash walls made the room brighter as the sun shone through the narrow windows. The beds lined either side and their green sheets were razor neat. It brought a keen sense of familiarity and a strong desire to flee. She hated Medical Bays. No matter which Galaxy or race, they were all the same. Steeling herself, she made her way down the room, the soft beeping of a couple of computers catching her attention. A pair of Nurses watched her as they checked the two patients in the Ward. She gave the Nurses a nod and received a smile from one patient who was lucid. The other was suffering a feverish sleep. A dark skinned man in a white coat appeared in the doorway of the Ward. Chimera raised her badge.
"Special Agent Felix of the OSI. I need to inspect your files and stores."
The doctor looked at her for a moment.
"I'm sorry. You want to inspect everything? Why?"
Chimera gave him a sharp smile.
"I'm following a case that requires me to inspect your facilities."
The doctor crossed his arms, scowling at her.
"You think you will understand the documentation we have?"
"That is why I was sent. I have Colonel Smith's assurance that I will have complete co-operation."
The doctor looked none to impressed but he moved out of her way and gestured back the way he had come. She swept past and found herself in a hallway. To her left was an office, a window overlooking the Ward. It was small, with a desk against one wall and a filing cabinet by the door.
She took up the patient seat beside the desk and peered out of the window.
"What's wrong with your patient's, doctor?"
The man joined her and indicated the lucid patient.
"He got a bad case of Pneumonia while overseas. The other didn't tell anyone he got injured during training, or that it had gotten infected. Has a strong distrust of doctors I believe. He was brought in when he collapsed."
Chimera leant forward, elbows on knees.
"Injured how?"
The doctor huffed.
"A small scratch on his side when he took a tumble on the cross country courses. Something that should never have gotten to this stage. A bit off disinfectant and a cover and he would have been just fine."
The doctor turned to face her and waved a hand around his office.
"What can I help you with Agent Felix?"
She threw him a smile.
"You can start with your name doctor, then show me the latest delivery invoices."
The doctor nodded and pulled open a drawer to his filing cabinet.
"My name is Doctor Henders. Can I ask what you are looking for?"
He handed her the files and Chimera had a quick look through the first few.
"I'm afraid that while a case is ongoing, it is not advised to divulge too many details. These are dated from last month, have you had nothing in since?"
Henders shrugged.
"We are a small base in a quiet place. The amount of patients that visit the infirmary during a month is miniscule. We only need to have supplies delivered on a monthly basis and we have plenty of extra supplies in the event of an emergency."
Chimera didn't seem to be listening as her eyes scanned the latest invoice. She looked up and nodded.
"Makes sense. When do you expect your next delivery?"
Henders took his seat at the desk and shuffled through some papers on his desk.
"The day after tomorrow."
He said eventually. Chimera closed the file and laid it on the desk.
"Do you have an inventory for the delivery already or does that arrive with it?"
The man smiled, his teeth bright white against his darkened skin.
"This is the Air Force Agent. All paperwork is usually in triplicate. I'll see if I can dig it out for you."
He shook the mouse on his desk to wake his pc up and began clicking on different files. Chimera leant back and watched the nurses checking over the patient's, bringing food to the recovering pneumonia victim.
"Ah, here we go."
Henders wheeled his chair back so that Chimera could get a closer look. She scanned the list rapidly, searching for the vaccines from Bains Pharmaceuticals. Henders watched her with a frown.
"How much of that list makes sense to you?"
The Alien shrugged.
"All of it, though your uses for many of these items are so far from practical, it's amazing you get any successes from them. You have a delivery from Bains Pharmaceuticals but it doesn't state what it is. Why?"
The doctor stared at her in confusion, before shaking his head and clearing his throat.
"Uh, I uh. I believe it is a new vaccine for testing. We are a small base, perfect for testing new drugs on the men before distributing to the whole army."
She scowled.
"So, you are using your men as guinea pigs? What is the vaccine for?"
Henders shifted a little under the felines disapproval.
It's a new vaccine on Smallpox and Measles. Many of these men will be going overseas to countries prone to these illnesses, so it makes sense to use the test phase here."
Chimera stood up, ignoring the doctor's weak attempt to justify the situation.
"I need to see where the delivery will take place and where the supplies are all stored."
Henders nodded and led the way. He turned left, heading further down the hallway and into a large garage like space. A big corrugated door filled one wall and shelves of boxes stood against the opposite, a small door facing them as they entered.
"The truck comes in here and the supplies are offloaded to one side. Any supplies to be taken out and shipped overseas sit labeled on the shelves. Other then that, the supplies that don't need temperature control sit in here or the storeroom at the back."
He waved a hand at the door opposite them, then turned and took a few steps back into the hallway, opening a door to his right with a keycard and passcode. Chimera followed and found a dark room, filled with lit up cooling units.
"This is where any temperature controlled supplies are kept. Ones like the vaccine coming in that need to stay cool or cultures that are frozen until they reach the main labs for testing."
Chimera scanned the room, then turned to the door as she heard someone approach. A nurse appeared in the door and offered Chimera a friendly smile.
"Doctor, Private Ainsley has just been brought in. He's broken his leg in training."
Henders nodded.
"I'll be right there."
The nurse left and he turned to Chimera.
"If you'll excuse me."
"Duty calls. I understand. I just want to have a brief look around and then I will be gone Doctor Henders. Thank you for your help."
The doctor hesitated for a moment then nodded, hurrying out of the door to see his newest patient. Chimera examined the refrigeration units, looking at the positions and their wiring. Then she moved to the loading bay and examined that and the storeroom. Content with the layout and security of the infirmary, she strode down the hallway. She passed the doctor who was splinting a young soldier's leg with the aid of one nurse, while the second was injecting the soldier. No doubt with painkillers. His two friends were laughing to one side, rehashing the accident between themselves, until they saw her. One gave a wolf whistle, which received a glare strong enough to have him cringing, but the other gave a respectful nod.
"Ma'am."
She smiled, returning his nod and swept out of the door. She headed across the grass to the main gate to find the Winchesters, her acute hearing picking up the rumble of engines across the runway behind her. She could hear the shouts of a drill sergeant, smell the sweat from his tired men as they stood to attention on the hot tarmac and then flinched at the screech of a jet shot past behind them and took of, banking over her head. Chimera watched it vanish into the sky and when she looks down, she saw the Winchesters coming towards her.
"Find anything?"
She asked as they came to a halt. Dean snorted.
"Not a damn thing. There have been no deliveries in the last week, except for an ammunition truck two days ago."
"Security footage backed up that story. Mostly just soldiers going or returning from leave or soldiers heading to training fields outside the base. What about you?"
Sam added on the side. Chimera nodded to the barracks as she spoke.
"I had more luck. According to the Medical records, they have a delivery of supplies just once a month. Last month was to soon, but the next delivery is just the day after tomorrow and Bains Pharmaceuticals are on the expected items list. It doesn't state what the vaccine is, but according to Doctor Henders, it is a test group for a new vaccine on smallpox and Measles."
"Well great. So we're kicking our heels for two days while we wait on this delivery?"
Chimera grinned at Dean.
"Afraid so. I had a look at the delivery bay and storeroom. The loading bay is the best place to steal one, as the storeroom has a keycard and passcode security, but the loading bay is going to be full of personnel seeing to the unloading and sorting. Now, the storeroom is the best place to destroy the vaccine. I can rig it to look like an electrical failure and ensure the fire system won't work either. We just need to get past the security."
Sam frowned.
"Is there any way you can hack the security system?"
Chimera shrugged.
"Probably. My crew were able to hack the largest bank accounts in the world without leaving a trace. I was hoping not to involve them though. I'll see what Rodney can do, but we risk the investigators figuring out that the security was hacked, meaning they will assume the fire was deliberate. I will also need to do something about the cameras."
Dean looked concerned.
"Cameras?"
The Alien gave him a sour look.
"Yes Dean. Cameras. There are two in the hallway alone, another two in the delivery bay and one in the storeroom. There are also a couple in the Medical Bay. It's a military base darling. They like to keep an eye on their minions."
Sam glanced around warily.
"Won't they get our pictures from the cameras?"
"Only if they think the fire was of a suspicious nature. If they think it is a fault with the wiring, then they will have no need to look for suspicious people. So let's not give them reason to look. Let me sort out the fire itself and we can worry about the finer details over dinner. I'm starved."

Chimera sat in the room Colonel Smith had provided for her. She could hear the boys talking in Dean's room across the hall, but paid little attention to what was being said. Her focus was on the tablet in her hands as she studied the blueprints of the base Rodney had emailed to her. She heard the door opposite hers open and close, but the footsteps did not move away.
"It's open."
The heartbeat on the other side stuttered slightly and she rolled her eyes. The door opened and Dean slipped through, eyeing her warily.
"How did you...?"
He indicated the door as he shut it and Chimera raised an eyebrow, her yellow gaze focused sharply on him.
"Right, alien cat. I remember."
Chimera went back to studying the tablet on her lap, her feet up on the table as she lounged in a chair. Dean shuffled and crossed his arms, glancing around the room in his silence. He was dressed in his usual jeans and a T-shirt.
"Sit. Down."
Chimera hissed and the Hunter glared at her before taking a seat on the bed.
"Sam went to get dinner."
The feline raised an eyebrow again but did not look up from the screen.
"So, you decided to come and lurk in the corner while we wait?"
Dean scowled.
"No. I was more wondering what the plan is now?"
Chimera turned of the tablet, setting it on the table and replacing her feet on the floor, crossing them.
"Well, we need to keep up the pretence of our investigation. We can start with the Medical Staff. Surely this would be best discussed with your brother present."
Dean shrugged before nodding.
"So what do you want to talk about?"
Chimera stared at him, her expression blank, until he dropped eye contact. She grinned. Not many could keep eye contact with her and very few had ever lasted as long as he had.
"I should ask you that, seeing as you sought me out."
Dean cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck, freezing slightly when a bottle of beer appeared in front of him. He glanced at Chimera, who he hadn't heard move and nodded gratefully. The Alien turned away, sauntering back to the fridge and pulling out a bar of chocolate. She leant against it, watching Dean as she broke of a square and slipped it into her mouth.
"You seem familiar with the flyboy on the floating city."
Chimera smiled.
"You mean Sheppard? What's the matter? Jealous?"
Dean snorted.
"Hell no."
Chimera laughed, returning to her seat by the table.
"I do know Sheppard, to a certain degree. It's been a few years since we last met. I've been, out of contact, you could say. His team were the ones that woke me up in the Pegasus Galaxy."
"Hang on. You mean, there are people from Earth, travelling the stars?"
Chimera broke of another square of chocolate, nodding.
"Oh yes. You found a device on your planet, that was able to open a contained wormhole between two devices, or Gates. After several years of using these Gates and meeting new races, they realised that if they added an extra coordinate, then they could travel to another Galaxy. Doctor Jackson, a renowned archaeologist on the frontline team, SG1, believed it was Atlantis. A team was put together, of volunteers and they went through the Stargate, finding the city we were on before here."
Dean took a drink, trying to process everything.
"So, why is it here?"
Chimera shrugged.
"Far as I can tell, the Wraith, the race trying to destroy Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy, found a way to Earth and Atlantis came to stop them, severely damaging herself in the process. Now she is stranded here."
Dean stood up to place his empty bottle on the table, taking a seat opposite Chimera. He frowned.
"And, they found you on this city? Was it really underwater?"
"Yes, it was submerged to protect it from the Wraith. It would have been devastating if they got their hands on such powerful technology. It makes theirs look like children's toys. They didn't find me straight away. I was in a Stasis Chamber and had been for ten thousand years. Atlantis revealed me to them when she felt they could be trusted."
Dean leant forward.
"Who did?"
Chimera raised an eyebrow before realising what he meant.
"Atlantis. The city. The city, which is also a spaceship, is so advanced that she is practically sentient. In fact, she is sentient. I felt her pain when her people left, even asleep and I felt her joy when she felt a strong Atlantean descendant leading new people through the Stargate."
"Huh."
Dean crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair.
"I take it that was this Wier woman you mentioned earlier."
Chimera shook her head.
"No. She didn't have the Ancient Gene, a marker in the DNA that showed you were a descendant of the Atlanteans. It was Sheppard. Next to General O'Neill, Sheppard has the strongest gene discovered so far. Atlantis adores him."
They sat in silence for a moment, then Dean looked at her sharply.
"How long had you been in that Stasis whatnot?"
Chimera raised an eyebrow again, something that was becoming a regular expression tonight.
"Stasis Chamber and I was in it for ten thousand years. That's how long Atlantis had been under the water."
"How come you didn't drown?"
Chimera laughed.
"Same way the city can fly through space. She has a shield."
"You mean, like in Star Trek?"
Chimera nodded.
"Yeah, like in Star Trek."
Dean looked a little lost for a moment.
"that thing can fly?"
The Alien shrugged.
"Usually. They blew a section of her engines trying to get here on time and I believe they only just made it. Even if they wanted to leave though, the Government is pinning them here and shifting a city without the neighbours seeing, is a little difficult."
Dean raised his own eyebrow.
"Neighbours?"
Chimera leant forward, fingers lacing together.
"How well do you think the people of San Francisco will react, when they see a city suddenly appear in the middle of the ocean and then rise up to vanish among the stars?"
Dean shrugged.
"I hadn't thought of that."
"Clearly."
Dean scowled at her, but his retort was cut of by a knock on the door. Dean glanced at the door but Chimera kept looking at him with a calm smile.
"Come in Sam."
The younger Winchester slipped inside with a couple of bags in his hand, glancing between the two at the table.
"What's going on?"
He laid the bags on the table and began pulling out boxes. Chimera sat back to give him more space and smiled.
"I was asking her how she knew the people on Atlantis floating in the bay."
Sam gave his brother a look as he handed over a carton of food and Chimera grinned.
"You will probably find it interesting Sam. I hear you are very into mythology and I should think the chance of seeing the Lost City of Atlantis is a thrill."
Sam grinned, taking a seat on the end of the bed with his own food.
"It was amazing. To think that a lot of our Legends come from another race that moved to Earth is incredible, but we also can't deny that many if not all of these creatures exist."
Chimera smiled.
"Remind me to have John introduce you to Doctor Daniel Jackson. He is the Archaeologist that worked out how to activate the Stargate and has been a part of the first team going through it for the last ten years. I have never actually met him, but from what I have heard, he is a sarcastic but entertaining man to be around. You two would have a field day."
Sam nodded.
"I would like to meet him."
"Hey Sam, get this. Apparently that floating city is a spaceship."
Dean added from the side and Sam had a look of disbelief on his face as he looked to Chimera. She nodded.
"It is. Atlantis raises its shield instead of the cloak and when the engines are working, can fly from here to the Pegasus Galaxy."
Sam took a drink of beer.
"Is that how you came to Earth? On Atlantis?"
Chimera shook her head.
"No, flyboy was surprised to see you and you just told me it had been years since you had spoken to anyone on Atlantis."
Chimera shifted slightly in her seat, prodding her food cautiously with a fork. She placed the carton to one side and sighed.
"When I woke, they didn't know who or what I was. I clearly wasn't an Atlantean. Even in Stasis, you age, though much slower and the Ancients usually only lasted a few days after waking. I on the other hand, still look very young. Early twenties compared to humans and then they saw my eyes. I was though, a former ally of the Atlanteans and that gave me some leeway. I spent some time there and bonded with the team, but on one of their missions, they were captured and held as hostages. I saw the video and recognised where they were. I activated the Stargate and showed Atlantis for the first time, the true extent of my powers."
"You shifted?"
Sam said in amazement. Chimera nodded.
"I shifted, into one of Earth's large cats. If I was going to make an exit, I was going to make it big."
"But you got them out. We saw them on the city."
"Yes, but I didn't go back with them. I watched their six as they went through the Stargate, then I told them goodbye and I left. I knew they would try to find me, so I dialed out straight away and left the planet. That was the last time I saw them. I spent a couple of years then trying to find a way home. The Therian Empire had no Stargates and the Wraith kept every planet from ever gaining the chance of building ships. Eventually I came across a race of people called the Travellers, who stayed constantly on the move, to avoid the Wraith."
"Space Gypsies?"
Sam threw Dean a disapproving look but Chimera snorted.
"You could call them that, yes. They are similar to your Gypsies. They gave me a lift home when I promised them either trade or scavenging rights. As it turned out, they had access to scavenge, for my people had died shortly after I left on a suicide mission to find help. All I found left was my ship, hidden and still functioning."
Dean frowned.
"After ten thousand years?"
"Yes Dean, even after ten thousand years. When I found it, I offered a few of the Travellers to become my crew and I left the Pegasus Galaxy. I couldn't stay. I needed time to grieve. So I came here. I didn't know what had happened to Atlantis and when I found the address no longer worked, I realised they were either dead or had moved. No lifesigns or debris on the planet lead me to believe they had moved. I didn't know where and I didn't want to stay, so I figured that if I really wanted to, I could find out while I was here."
They sat in silence for a moment.
"Losing your entire race can't have been easy. Did you have any family left?"
Chimera shrugged.
"I always knew. I woke to the Atlanteans gone, the new Atlanteans fighting a powerful Wraith force and no sign of my people. When I had left, war was brewing with another race and the Wraith had been pestering our borders. Seeing it though, was a lot different to just simply knowing it. I think I always had a little hope that I was wrong. On the ship that I found, the Dark Star, I also found messages from my family. The last was from my brother Leo. He told me of how many in the Parliament were angered when I had been used as a scapegoat and sent away on a mission everyone knew was suicide. Many who fought against my parents, sided with them, but it was too late. My parents led the final battle in the war and their ships went down in fire. My brother was made to stay with the Dark Star and after the war, he fled to try and find me. He had no idea where to go or what had happened to me. It was the last I ever saw of him."
Chimera stared out of the window into the darkness, her back rigid and tears in her eyes. The boys glanced at each other, uncertain what to do.
"Why were you used as a scapegoat?"
Sam scowled at Dean who shrugged. Chimera saw it and gave a slight smile.
"One of the highest members of the Parliament ordered me to retrieve a Noble from one of the outlying planets when we were meant to be responding to an emergency on one of the larger populated planets. Their Planetary Shield was threatening to fail and there was an attack heading their way. We were the closest ship but they insisted I was to be the one to escort the Noble and his family to safety. I sent other ships to the planet, but they arrived too late. I was escorting the Lord and his family to the Core Planet, when I received the news. I changed course and went to see for myself. Their Planetary Shield had failed, just before the enemy had arrived. It had been having trouble for some time and the Engineers didn't know why. They didn't feel it was secure enough if they were attacked but the Parliament said it would be fine. The Engineers were right."
"So they blamed you to cover their arses?"
Dean scowled at his dinner. Chimera ran a hand over her face and cleared her throat.
"There is no use in dwelling in the past. What's done is done and we can only learn from it."
Sam nodded and they sat in silence for some time.
"What's the plan for now? The vaccines are meant to come in the day after tomorrow, yeah? What do we do in the meantime?"
Chimera spun the empty bottle on the table, chewing her lip as she thought.
"Tomorrow, I will try and sneak into the Medical Ward. I need a closer look at the cameras and security lock on the storeroom. You two, keep up the pretense of the investigation. Talk to the drivers and find out what you can of their routine."
"Sounds a plan. We meet up outside the Cafeteria at one?"
Dean asked around a mouthful of rice, grabbing a pair of beers from the fridge. He passed one to his brother as Chimera agreed.
"Might as well. Now scram. I have work to do."
Sam grinned, shaking his head as he packed up the rubbish. He glanced at his brother who nodded to the door. Sam glanced from Dean to Chimera, who had gone back to her tablet and shook his head.
"see you in the morning."
Chimera waved vaguely in his direction, not looking up. They sat in silence, the only sound her nails on the tablet screen.
"What do you want Dean?"
"Uh. Well."
Dean cleared his throat. Chimera rolled her eyes, setting the tablet to one side and resting her chin on clasped hands.
"Well, what?"
Dean avoided eye contact, twisting the beer bottle between his hands instead. He hated this whole talking about your feelings lark.
About the other night."
Chimera raised an eyebrow.
"Which night?"
Dean scowled at her and Chimera grinned, feigning the sudden return of the memory.
"Oh, you mean the night by the Impala, in the Warehouse. What about it?"
"I was just wondering, you know, where that placed us."
"Do you regret it?"
Dean paused for a moment before shaking his head. He tensed slightly when he felt something against his shin, then realised by the grin on Chimera, just what it was. She stood, moving round the table and sliding her hands up the arms of his chair. She put her mouth by his ear and whispered;
"I guess that leaves us where ever you fancy."
As she pulled away, Dean thought 'fuck it' and moved forward, catching her mouth with his. It was no chaste kiss, but long and heated, his hand running round her waist as he stood and pulled her close. He put the bottle on the table without looking, resulting in it falling off when he only put it half on. He ignored it, pushing Chimera closer to the bed, but she stopped him, twisting him round and tripping him with one foot. He landed on his back on the bed and grinned up at the feline who smiled back with a predatory look. Dean was suddenly hit with a spike of adrenaline fueled fear, but he shook it off. Chimera was both scary and hot with gleaming white, razor sharp canines and yellow eyes glowing in the lamplight. She pulled her white blouse open, revealing the bra underneath and straddled his hips, catching him in another kiss and running her hands under his top. Dean ran his hands up her legs loving the feel of tight muscle and praying Sam didn't come looking for him. He suspected though, after the look Sam had given him, his brother had known exactly where things had been going. Dean was glad it had.