Stargate SG1 Fan Fiction ❯ The Secret Life of a Major General ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

Chapter 13

Streets of Las Vegas, NV
May 23, 2005
Morning

“Miss Mayfield?” Devon spoke up suddenly from his place seated on the back limo seat.

The blonde woman seated across from him looked up from her inspection of the files she was reading with both a look of annoyance and inquiry. “Yes Devon?”

“Miss Mayfield, the motorcyclist next to us has looked at us twice.”

Athena made an irritated sound in the back of her throat at the interruption but obligingly looked through the dark glass to the motorcyclist idling in the lane next to them as the limo halted at another intersection. The female rider was indeed looking at them. Athena waved her hand carelessly in a dismissing motion. “Ignore her.”

An intersection later Devon spoke again, this time with a distinctive note of worry in his voice. “Miss Mayfield I might look at her again.”

Further annoyed Athena looked up once again to find that the sun was angling through the motorcyclist’s visor just right to reveal the face it protected as it looked at them. The face of Lieutenant Colonel Carter. With a distinctive puzzled look on her features.

Only Athena’s long years of control of vessel bodies prevented the involuntary in-drawing of breath at that sight.

They proceeded through one more intersection in unison, but before the next set of lights Carter finally signalled and turned off down a side street.

Devon and Athena exchanged looks. Devon’s worried and the goa’uld’s puzzled.

“Do you think she sensed you?” Devon inquired hesitantly.

“Impossible,” Athena dismissed as she turned her attention back to her paperwork. She had had legitimate Farrow-Marshall business to attend to while in the city and had been visiting the plant and handling the issues while her line-father moved the past few pieces into place while they waited for O’Neill to be brought out of his coma. She did hope her line-father wrapped his business up quickly as she wished to return to assisting her lord. “We’ve proven that Baal-hammon’s injection suppresses the natural naquadah signature we emit.”

Both passengers instinctively shifted their weight to brace themselves as their driver took a turn a little to fast as the inertia shifting everything within the vehicle. Like the suitcase at Athena’s feet. Causing it to tap against a shoed foot. At the touch, Athena glanced down with a look of annoyance at the case.

As the case registered, this time she was unable to stop the sharply in-drawn breath of shock. The case carried her ribbon and healing devices. Both of which had their own naquadah signature and neither of which were shielded.

Her head jerked upright as a Goa’uld expletive split the air. “Kel kek!”

“Miss Mayfield?”

“Get me Lord Oceanus!” she snapped.

Obediently Devon picked up the limo’s phone beside him and dialled Oceanus’s hotel number. He handed the phone over to Athena as soon as the other goa’uld answered.

“Line-father we may have a problem.” Athena stated grimly. “We just encountered the Carter woman on route to you from the plant. I am confident that she did not sense me because of Baal-hammon’s drug but she would have sensed the naquadah of my kara’kesh and seneb’kesh.”

Devon sucked in his breath in surprise upon overhearing Athena’s statement and looked at the silver case on the floor in sudden understanding.

“That is indeed troublesome,” Oceanus responded after a moment of thought, “and must be dealt with.”

“My lord?” Athena inquired.

“Do not concern yourself line-daughter. I shall have it taken care of. Continue back to our chambers.”

“As you wish Oceanus,” Athena acknowledged and handed the phone receiver back to Devon for him to handing it up. She turned her eyes back to the sheets of paper on her lap for the rest of their journey but her mind was consumed by the possibility that Carter, if she had indeed sense the naquadah of the hand devices and most importantly, if the woman had reported it to anyone.

Oceanus hung up the phone and spent long, thought filled moments staring at the far wall of his opulent rooms as he ransacked his host’s mind and thought of what other possibilities were open to him. There was no choice. The human would have to be dealt with, but how?

Decision made he snapped out his orders to Weaver.

Carter was new to the city and without the resources and support that existed for her back in Colorado Springs. The criminal underground was so entrenched and had such a strong presence in Las Vegas it would be a simple matter to once again kidnap the woman.

Weaver nodded his understanding and departed the room to make sure Oceanus’s orders were executed.

Taking a cleansing breath and confident of the success of his plans he turned his attention back to further deciphering the printouts that basic human examinations had produced of the Mayer twins. The information was scant and inferior to what goa’uld technology could produce and told him nothing in particular about the genetic traits he was looking for.

Hearing a knock on his door he rose from his seat and crossed the floor making sure a charming smile was on his face as he opened the door.

“Sir,” the human on the other side in a brown FedEx uniform said respectively as he held out a clipboard and pen. “Your signature is required for this parcel.”

Oceanus inclined his head graciously, signed Kinsey’s name on the line, and stood aside as the man wheeled the large package into the room.

“Where would you like it Senator?” the man inquired, recognising the face of the man in front of him from Kinsey’s appearances on television.

“There would be fine,” Oceanus said carelessly as he indicated a spot beside the table. Nodding, the deliveryman deposited the large package on the floor and departed the hotel suit. Approaching the box Oceanus picked up a knife and cut away the plain brown paper wrapping and tape. Cutting open more tape, he opened the flaps of the box and looked with pleasure at the first of the alien devices that came into view.

These were not devices that had been procured through Trust channels, or even technology that humans had any idea about or encountered before, but through trading with other lords. Technology made by Nirrti and used by all goa’ulds to determine host suitability.

Lo’taurs were never just selected for devotion but their physical and genetic superiority, with those of specific genes prized. And with the completion of his plans, crushing of his opposition, and successful conquest in a few days time he would savour the bonus if either of the children were suitable, in particular the boy child, as a lo’taur and would raise one to serve. To have one of O’Neill’s children as a devoted slave and later host would be a fitting vengeance against the human for daring to stand against his godhead.

Setting about unpacking the devices from the box, he set them on the table. Making sure none had been damaged during transit and everything was in order. Satisfied, he made his way to the phone and placed a call through the hotel switchboard to the far less opulent quarters that were housing the Mayer twins and their female caretaker.

“I would like to see the children in two hours,” Oceanus ordered.

“Of course Senator Kinsey,” the nanny responded obediently.

Satisfied with the progress that was being made Oceanus hung up. The phone had barely rested on the cradle before the different ringtone of the fax sounded and a single sheet of paper was printed. Picking up the sheet, he grinned with savage satisfaction upon reading the message. O’Neill was awake and it was time to let the human’s true torment begin.