Stargate SG1 Fan Fiction ❯ The Secret Life of a Major General ❯ Chapter 19 ( Chapter 19 )

Chapter 19

Streets of Las Vegas, NV
May 30, 2005
Early Morning

Sergeant Cross of the LVMPD SWAT Red Team eyed the silver haired man sitting across from him in the back of the mobile-command centre with considerable interest as they travelled from Nellis to Luxor.

Major General O’Neill was no longer wearing his blue uniform but looking comfortable—and far too natural for a proverbial desk jockey—outfitted in combat gear and clothing. Cross’s twelve officers and the other members of the rescue team were scattered through the rest of their transport convoy, both from the LVMPD and the AF, making what he was sure looked like an odd parade of vehicles.

In the vehicle with him besides the general, was FBI Agent Hamilton who would be handling communications, Colonels Reynolds and Dixon leading the Ophidian Team and Major Altman in command of the Dorothy Team, with the NID agent acting as the major’s second. Cross did not even know what NID stood for and upon asking Agent Barrett had only received an enigmatic smile.

The vehicle pulled into the parking lot of Luxor Hotel and Casino and the mobile-command centre had barely emptied and organisation of the mission force started when a call came in from Nellis.

“General O’Neill,” Hamilton called from the interior of the command centre. “Agent Burke just called to report that the two children are being moved from their rooms in the Pyramid to the Tower room where the reds are. Two purples have accompanied them.”

A muscle in O’Neill’s jaw flexed wildly as the military men encircling him grew grim faced.

“Change of plans,” O’Neill growled as he looked at the SWAT commander. “Cross, we’ll follow Reynolds and Dixon. Hadden, you take care of the occupants remaining in the twins’ old room. Move out.”

Not even waiting for Cross’s affirmative or denial of his new orders, O’Neill turned on his heel and strode across the parking lot into the lobby of the hotel. A harried looking red-haired man, who they assumed to be the manager, along with two uniformed PD officers met them as soon as they crossed through the doorway.

The general did not allow the manager any time to say anything as he demanded the master access cards that the AF had already arranged to be given. Looking even more harried the manager handed over five plastic cards and O’Neill distributed them to Reynolds, Dixon, Altman, and Barrett, keeping one for himself.

Leaving the manager to his protests and complaints the thirty-four man group—two CIA, three NID, thirteen SWAT, and seventeen soldiers—headed for the hotel’s staircase. Eleven splintered off from the main group and headed to the Pyramid rooms and the rest continued to their target in the Tower.

Once outside the Tower Premier Suite the SG teams set themselves up to box off the door as the SWAT personnel secured the entrances to the hallway.

Adjusting the towels in her arms that they had snatched from a housekeeper’s cart and piled high to conceal her suit from casual observance from the door’s peephole, the female NID agent knocked crisply on the door and called, “Housekeeping! I have the extra towels you requested.”

Oceanus cast an annoyed looked at the door of his suite from his chair in the lounging area. Irritated at the interruption as he, Athena, and the two Trust operatives were in the midst of arguing over information that they had just received regarding O’Neill’s sudden departure from Virginia. And a sudden and unprecedented cooperation between the AF, CIA, FBI, and NID for a highly classified mission under the directive of HWS. Weaver and Devon had even foolishly brought the twins to his chambers believing that O’Neill had discovered his location and urging them to relocate. Utter nonsense.

He had not ordered extra towels but such incompetence should be expected of Earth humans.

“Deal with it Devon,” Athena ordered from her place beside the entertainment center, flicking a manicured hand at the door.

“Yes Miss Mayfield,” Devon dutifully replied and strode to the door of the suite.

Devon glanced casually through the peephole and seeing only the pile of towels ordered loudly through the wooden panel, “You have the wrong room. We didn’t order extra towels.”

“I’m sorry Sir. Are you sure Sir?” the female voice inquired on the other side of the barrier, her extremely loud voice masking the sound of a master card key being slid into the card reader and disengaging the lock.

“Quite certain!” Devon barked. “Now go away!”

“Yes Sir, sorry Sir,” the female voice apologised profusely.

Devon had barely turned back to face the other three occupants of the room and cleared the door when it was kicked in. Missing his heels by millimetres. A shot from an in’tar square in the back took the Trust operative out as soldiers poured into the suite.

Oceanus, who had been sitting with his back to the door, did not have time to fully rise to his feet and turn around before two in’tar bolts caught him with glancing blows to the shoulder and thigh. The double hit stunned the goa’uld and the host body fell forward to twitch over the coffee table.

Weaver by the bar had time to draw his gun but the sheer number of soldiers rapidly filling the suite had him realising the futility of resistance. He dropped the weapon onto the plush carpet and raised his hands into the air.

Athena had made it to the dining table before drawing herself up right upon being surrounded by three soldiers. She cast them a supercilious sneer as they urged her at gunpoint to back against the wall.

The soldiers in the room set about securing the four occupants of the suite. The still unconscious Devon was bound hand and foot and dragged clear of the doorway. Oceanus they manhandled upright and into one of the dinning table’s press-back chairs, securing the goa’uld’s hands behind the chair back and wrapping the ties around the chair’s vertical rails as well.

Weaver received the same treatment and they were just in the process of tying Athena down when Jack entered the suite.

Both goa’ulds looked at the silver haired man with pliable hatred as he strode towards them. Even more to their affront, he ignored them totally as he stalked past them. His focus on the children locked in the second bathroom in the bedroom, their location clearly revealed by Hel’s information.

Everyone in the main area heard the high pitched and excited children voices as they were reunited with their father after nine days of terror.

Reynolds radioed in the mission’s success to the mobile-command centre, which would relay it to Nellis. In return, Reynolds learned from Hamilton that teams Dorothy and Lamb had also been successful, apprehending two males and one female, as well as rescuing Colonel Carter who was currently being checked over by Dr Lam. At the moment the colonel seemed no worse for wear in regards to her kidnapping and seven day incarceration.