Episode Sixteen: Genesis

[Cara Coyle]

0943
Diner
Washington DC


Cara was shocked when she opened her eyes and read the time, she was 43 minutes late for meeting the team for breakfast. She couldn't believe she had slept in, and why the others didn't wake her. Perhaps it was Joe's fault....yeah....he was the likely culprit to letting her sleep in. Not needing a shower, because she had one the night before, Cara quickly got dressed and headed out the door of her room.

Her thoughts were on Vesquez and Travers, who where on their way to discovering more information about who purchased the explosives that tried to kill the team twice over. She hoped that they would be ok and that no one else would try and end their lives. They themselves had a lot of work to do, the papers that they recovered from Detroit pointed to evidence that Ba'al had kidnapped other people, mainly people who were involved in the upper chain of command of the Stargate program. She hoped they would shed a little light on the situation.

The diner that they agreed to meet at was across the street from the hotel. So Cara went over there, hoping that they team was still there. She walked though the door and looked around for the team.

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[markharris]

0943
Diner
Washington DC

Mark was seated in a booth in the corner eating breakfast. He looked over the plate and thought to himself that this breakfast will either clog or harden his arteries in a real hurry. Between the eggs, potatoes, sausage, pancakes and toast, the plate was close to overflowing. He look up as he took a sip of his coffee, and saw Cara walk in. Cara! he called out and waved to her. He slid in to the booth so Cara could sit down. I thought I was late, but I guess its' everyone else that is late.

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[Charlie Vasquez]

0943
Alabama
Approaching Huntsville International Airport

Seated in the rear of the small private civilian twin-seater aircraft, Agent Vasquez had spend the majority of his flight on the phone to the Special Investigations Unit's main base at Peterson Air Force Base in Colorado Springs, getting the latest on the evidence they'd procured in Detroit. The serial number from the explosive device which had been set to kill the investigators at the hospital had been traced to Redstone Arsenal, the home of the US Army Ordnance Munitions and Electronics Maintenance School. In order to avoid alerting anyone on the ground to their arrival, Lieutenant Travers had organized this private off-the-record flight. Hopefully those they were coming for wouldn't be tipped off.

The strange Goa'uld device which resembled a hand or ribbon device had been photographed, and these images were doing the rounds of Area 51 and Stargate Command, with the hope someone had encountered such a device before. An explanation as to how and why such a device had come to be in the Detroit ganglands was of great interest to Charlie. The team had also uncovered evidence that had led them to Washington, and sadly into the highest ranks of the military and government. Charlie was glad to be out in Alabama and not Washington; the cloak and dagger backstabbing of the capitol was not this style.

The plane slowly made a left hand turn, coming in for final approach. From here Redstone was only a 16 mile (26 km) drive down the Interstate 565 East; Charlie would arrange local government or private transport the moment they touched down. "How long until wheels down?" He called to Bryon and his pilot friend Luke.

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[Astra "As" Owen]

0943
Diner
Washington DC

Astra woke and groaned, realising she was late. She quickly got up and had a quick warm shower. She dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt with sneakers. The archaeologist then hurried across to the diner where everyone was supposed to meet. She pushed opened the door and rushed in, noticing Cara siting with Mark Harris. Astra joined them after ordering a good breakfast of bacon and eggs with tomato.

"Morning," Astra mumbled, still not quite awake yet. "Sorry I'm late," she apologised.

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[Byron Travers]

0958
Alabama
Huntsville International Airport

Byron sat back in the seat wondering what was about to happen once they landed though he guessed that he would find out soon. Planes always made Byron sleepy though he just thought it was the jet lag which Byron had always hated. Turning towards Charlie who had just finished speaking on the phone to Peterson Air Force Base they were finally getting there and hopefully soon they would land to begin this investigation to get to the bottom of things. Byron stood up once Charlie asked how long till they landed Byron walked over towards the cockpit to ask Luke; Byron returned shortly and took a seat he placed the seatbelt on as the plane prepared for its final descent. "Luke says about fifteen minuets." Byron explained as he turned towards the window to watch the plane descending lower and lower to the ground. Fifteen minutes latter the plane touched down and came to a complete stop at the runway. Luke opened the door to the plane and turned towards Charlie and Byron. "Welcome to Huntsville International Airport I'll be here waiting for when you guys need to leave." Luke explained. Byron turned towards Charlie and spoke up. "Ready sir?" Byron asked as he waited for Charlie.

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[Charlie Vasquez]

0958
Alabama
Huntsville International Airport

With wheels down, the plane taxied itself into position and it's passengers disembarked. Grabbing the one small overnight bag he'd brought with him, SSA Vasquez made his way across the tarmac with Byron in tow. En route to the air port he'd been able to have the local FBI office dispatch a government car for their usage; a military driver ordered from the base could alert whoever they were after that the investigators were coming. Loading into the car, Charlie took the wheel and headed out onto Interstate 565 East, heading straight for the OMEMS.


1015
Alabama
US Army Ordnance Munitions and Electronics Maintenance School
Redstone Arsenal

The dark government cruiser they'd been loaned pulled into Redstone Arsenal and approached the guard post on the perimeter. Showing ID, the two were granted passage and made their way toward the visitors parking lot. Vasquez and Travers exited the car.

Redstone Arsenal was a large military establishment, almost too large for two SIU agents. "We'll split up," Charlie said, handing the LT a copy of the serial number they'd pulled off the explosives at the hospital. "You check will the armory, try and find out who signed out those ordinance. I'll poke my way up the chain of command, see how high this goes. Gimme a buzz if you need anything." With that, Charlie made his way toward the command complex.

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[markharris]

0943
Diner
Washington DC

Morning, Sorry I'm late.

Mark moved into the booth a little further into the booth to make room for Astra. I was just saying something about everyone not being here. Your ears must have been burning. He laughed as he said that, and waved to the waitress, holding his coffee cup up for her to see. She nodded to him and came over with a fresh pot of coffee, Anyone else need more coffee?

After the waitress had left, Mark looked to Cara, Is there a file or something I could look over, so I can get up to speed?

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[Joe Skeie]

0943
Diner
Washington DC

Joe walked into the diner, he had been up all of the last night working on translations and with Area 51 on the different ciphers of Ba'als work. He was in a mess as he slept through his alarm and had not taken a shower. So Joe got up and put on his street clothes and made his way over to the diner.

He made his way in and saw the team and it looked like everyone else had the same night as him. That's when he heard the Marine say "Is there a file or something I could look over, so I can get up to speed?"

Joe smiled when he heard this "Yes, yes there is" he lowered the file onto the table. "I have been up all night trying to break the code that Ba'al had been using and for one night I found out some very interesting things." He sat down and ordered a coffee "I found out that Ba'al has been doing some experimenting on some of our own Senators, Generals, Congressmen, Scientists, and a few other people in power." said Joe taking the coffee and sipping on it "However what I don't know is which ones and what he is planning, so any ideas on how to proceed?" he asked the team.

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[Astra "As" Owen]

0943
Diner
Washington DC

Astra slid in next to Mark who had made room for her. Not long after, her breafast arrived with a pot of earl gray tea and small orange juice.

"No coffee thanks," Astra said polietly to Mark. "I drink tea and can't stand coffee."

The archaeologist glanced up when Joe arrived. She smiled and gave him a concerned look when she saw how tired the Major was. Astra listened to Mark ask about the files for she had been curious to know as well. She listened quietly when Joe replied and stared at him shocked at what Ba'al had been doing to people in high power.

"Do you know which Senators etc he's done them on recetly? Have a look at what he's done to them and go from there. See if we can pick up ay clues from his recent lab rats to figure out which ones he likes and how he picks them out," Astra suggested. "Detective work people."

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[Byron Travers]

1015
Alabama
US Army Ordnance Munitions and Electronics Maintenance School
Redstone Arsenal

After climbing out of the FBI issued car Byron turned towards Charlie who suggested that the two split up and continue their investigation nodding to Charlie as he gave him the serial number hopefully with a little bit of luck they would be able to get somewhere. Being here was new to Byron he hadn't been to Alabama all his life though there's always room for change. Byron made his way towards the armory he looked around for a moment and found out where he needed to be. Upon arriving in the armory Byron double checked that he was in fact alone before closing the door he immediately checked the folder that had everything that he needed to know well Byron hopped that it had everything he needed to know or this will be a very short trip. Flipping through the pages Byron looked at each number hoping to find the matching number though with four pages in Byron didn't like his chances but he kept looking. Then after looking at both serial numbers Byron found a match; picking up his mobile he dialed Charlie's number hopping that he wasn't speaking to the people in charge yet. "Charlie found out who signed out the ordinance. A Colonel Tristan Palmer army. He signed it out about a week before the bombs tried to kill us; it looks like this goes way up." Byron explained looking at the details he had just discovered. Byron waited for a response before saying anything more.

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[Charlie Vasquez]

1016
Alabama
Redstone Arsenal

Splitting up, the two investigators headed off in different directions - Byron toward the main armory, and Charlie toward an unscheduled visit with the base CO. Walking into the Headquarters and Company building, SSA Vasquez announced his arrival to the base commander's clerk. "Colonel Buckley has a very busy schedule Special Agent," the Sergeant replied. Such was probably the case, but Charlie was not accustomed to being told what to do. "I'm sure he does," Vasquez replied, taking a seat in the waiting room, his eyes flicking between the company clerk and the door to Colonel Buckley's office.

With a faint buzz, Charlie's phone went off. "Charlie found out who signed out the ordinance," Bryon declared. Gets straight down to work this one! Vasquez thought to himself; he'd have to make mention of the LT's competence when they regrouped with Doctor Coyle. "A Colonel Tristan Palmer army. He signed it out about a week before the bombs tried to kill us; it looks like this goes way up." Throughout the conversation Charlie had kept his eyes on the clerk, making sure he wasn't overhearing the conversation.

"Good work LT," he replied. Now they'd scratched the surface, it was time to drag out the jackhammer. Vasquez didn't believe in beating round the bush, and it seemed Travers didn't care for it either. Hopefully he didn't mind getting his hands dirty when the time came. Returning his phone of his pocket, Charlie rose to his feet and made for the door to the Colonel's office, barging in uninvited amid cries of protest from the company clerk.

Inside, he found the last thing he expected to find.

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[Cara Coyle]

0956
Diner
Washington DC


"I also put something together for you, Harris." she gave him a flash drive that she brought with her. "This is for all the questions that someone has failed to give you answers to regarding out job and what's out there." Cara tended to be a bit cryptic with her words, especially that they were in a public place. It did no good to take about aliens out in the open. "Just don't lose this, there is some sensitive information in it, classified."

Cara went on to ordering her breakfast and her own pot of tea. She didn't really like earl grey, it was a bit too sweet for her liking. She heard Astra talking about the other people that Ba'al had recently taken. "It's not just Senators and government officials, its scientists too. And if your talking about lab rats, I don't any of them would appropriate the term, I know I don't. That wasn't the first time Ba'al has kidnapped me."

Cara's tea came and she prepared herself a mug, "After the first time, the tests were inconclusive."

[Joe Skeie]

0956
Diner
Washington DC

Joe sipped on his coffee and thought it over. He was weighting different options about how they could go with the current mission. "You're right we have no idea what Politicians and Scientists have been compromised" He took another sip "So I guess we better hit the capitol up and start asking questions." Joe didn't really know how they would figure it out but he knew that had to be their first stop "We can say we are doing a training operation on Capitol security or something like that" Joe wanted to be careful about how they handled the situation and not burn bridges with people in charge of the SGC.

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[Astra "As" Owen]

0956
Diner
Washington DC

Astra raised her eyebrows at the flashdrive Cara gave to Mark. She carried several of those around relating to her work and found them easier to use and store information on then the old floppy disks. They were also easier to carry the information on too and came in different shapes and forms.

"That'll keep you busy," Astra told Mark, nodding her head at the flashdrive. She finished off her breakfast and drank her tea.

"So, why is he kidnapping scientists? For the same reasons as the Senators and other higher ups in society? Or is he forcing them to work for him? What did he want with you?" Astra asked Cara seriously, sipping her second cup of tea.

"Capital security sounds like a good, plausible reason to do our investigations," Astra agreed with Joe.

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[markharris]

0956
Diner
Washington DC

I also put something together for you, Harris. This is for all the questions that someone has failed to give you answers to regarding out job and what's out there. Just don't lose this, there is some sensitive information in it, classified.

Mark took the flash drive he was handed. Thank you ma'am. I'll get it back to you as soon as possible. He put the drive inside his jacker pocket and made a mental note to borrow a laptop and read through the info later.

The conversation had moved on the Senators and high ranking people being kidnapped and replaced somehow. Mark stayed quiet and tried to follow the conversation, although till he read through the flash drive, he was all Greek to him.

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