O'NEILL* & TEAL'C* TO BETA SITE

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Whooosh!

The shimmering light of the Event Horizon afforded a platform of resplendence.

A tall, lone, handsome man stepped through the StarGate into The SGC Beta Site. He wore a hand tailored single breasted suit of a delicate weave of cashmere and silk. He wore his suit jacket open on top of a crisp black shirt of cotton or possibly raw silk. The light was catching the handle of a small submachine gun which was neatly stashed the length of his inside jacket. He was wearing flat slip-on shoes, city shoes, they looked very expensive. He looked extremely sharp. The subtle contrast of the blackness of his suit and the mottled silver of his wavy shoulder length hair and his demeanour and suavity, cut a most impressive sight.

He placed one foot on the step below and leisurely began to remove his dark sunshades. He placed them tidily into his breast pocket, made his way down to the bottom step of the Gate arch and waited. He was carrying a slim metal attaché case.

Teal'c* arrived through the StarGate.

"Do you have it?"

"I have it O'Neill*"

Teal'c* was well turned out. Very dapper in his regalia. He wore his Air Force full dress uniform with great pride. Due to the heat, he had left his service coat behind at the plant. His cap, which he had removed as he spoke to the Colonel*, was scattered with lightning bolts. It appeared to be an Air Force General's cap, though the overall absence of the mandatory accoutrement of rank only served to thicken the shroud of the 'sensitive compartmented information' that was, Unit SG-1 of The Star Gate Command.

He was carrying a munitions trunk. As he stepped onto the ground he placed the crate down on top of another, exactly the same as the one he'd just carried.

He handed the Colonel* a small device. It was actually a firmware activation program attachment unit. Once the Colonel* joined this device to the computer equipment they had set up in the secret base, they would have live uplink capability and could then begin the data download transfer which would in turn complete their secret, external, technology data and image mappings, storage programme.

The Colonel* spoke to one of the two Airmen who had become their special on Site attendants. "Padmysser I have an order for Comms. Can you see whos available"

"Sir." At a quick march the Corporal made his way across the compound to the communications post.

The Colonel* looked at Airman Burke with only the slightest question of irritation. "You know your way Airman."

Airman Burke was bending over the munitions crate Teal'c* had just put down. It was a dark green corrugated metal case. Three feet wide and a foot in width and depth. It had an easy carry handle on either side. The trunk did not have ammunition in it. It was full of data transfer clips.

"But Sir."

"You're got your orders! What level of security do you think you're exercising Burke? Because this sure doesn't look like an exercise of extreme caution to me. Lingering about out here in the open, in the middle of the compound with a box full of secret documents. Wheres the stealth?"

The Colonel raised his arm and his voice and flicked his hand towards the worried Airman.

"You're under strict orders to maintain the highest level of security when engaged in manoeuvres between the StarGate and the secret storage base. At all costs this assignment is to remain secret. Top secret. The discovery of this facility is not negotiable. Do you understand??"

The Airman was caught off guard. He was nervous.

"Yes Sir. I fully understand Sir. Sir theres no way, no chance, that anybody knows about the base. Theres no way Sir. Corporal Padmysser and myself, apart from you and the General*, are the only ones who even enter that sector of the Beta Site."

O'Neill* paid Teal'c* mischievous regard and said to the Airman, "Thats General Du Chulak*. Now Airman, if what you claim is true, how can the Beta Site's secure perimeter be established?"

Smoking gun. The Colonel* was relentless.

The Airman was very nervous. "Sorry Sir. What I meant to say was that hardly anyone enters that sector."

"I see. And with security in mind, how do you account for hanging around the compound with these crates out here in the open?"

"Sir if ever anyone sees us we say its stores for the underground Control facility. Plus we always leave the compound in that direction."

"Good thinking Burke."

"Sir, usually, whenever you send anything through, we take it out to the base immediately."

"This doesn't look like immediately to me Airman."

"Sir, its just the crates.."

"What about the crates?"

"Sir, I can't lift them. They're extremely heavy."

"I see." The Colonel* looked round at Teal'c* and smiled. "Wait until you get to be a Major son."

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. Corporal Padmysser's already requisitioned a F.R.E.D. it should be here anytime now."

"We don't use them anymore do we?"

"Sir, back stores. Logistics has brought quite a lot of old stores through to the Beta Site. Everythings being used Sir, they've even sent through a few of the older M.A.L.P.s."

"Okay airman, belay that request, heres Padmysser now. Take one crate between the two of you and move out. By the way, good work Burke."

Padmysser and Burke lifted the crate which even between them still seemed heavy. They moved out.

"You were very hard on him O'Neill*, but I understand the necessity."

"It's the only way T*. We have to ensure the safety of the stuff we're leaving here. I've got to guarantee this base won't be discovered."

The Comms officer who had accompanied Padmysser back to the StarGate was still standing to attention. The Colonel* walked over to his position.

"Sergeant, apart from the communiqué from Earth, if there are any other 'Off World' transmissions for me, not from Earth, I don't want them relayed. You are to hold on to them and hand them directly to me. Understood?"

"Yes Sir. Understood. Sir where will you be?"

"If I'm not around find either Burke or Padmysser and they will find me."

"Sir."

"Carry on."

"Sir."

Teal'c* picked up the remaining munitions trunk and both he and the Colonel* headed out into the hills, to the secret storage base.

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