Stargate SG1 Fan Fiction ❯ The Secret Life of a Major General ❯ Chapter 20 ( Chapter 20 )

Chapter 20

Detachment 3, Air Force Flight Test Center, Nevada Test and Training Range, NV
May 30, 2005
Afternoon

Jack looked through the one-way mirror wall into the interrogation cell holding Kinsey in handcuffs and leg irons with two SF standing on either side of the door to the room. While Nellis was closer, he had decreed that the securest location to hold the goa’ulds was DET 3 with their experience with Camulus.

“Do you know the snake’s name?” Jack asked of Colonel Masiello, having finally reassured Tyler and Emily enough that their ordeal was over to have them settle into sleep in one of DET 3’s VIP rooms.

“Yes Sir,” Masiello responded. “Mr Kinsey is currently infested with a goa’uld calling himself Oceanus.”

“Ohseeus?” Jack mangled the name in typical Jack-fashion. “Who’s he?”

Masiello consulted the clipboard in his hands. “Oceanus is the Greek personification of the ocean.”

“Never heard of him,” Jack’s tone was clipped. “Anyone else with a snake?”

“Only Miss Charlotte Mayfield, Vice-president of Farrow-Marshall Aeronautics. The other four men we’ve confirmed are Trust operatives—two are employed by Farrow-Marshall as well. The woman was simply a hired nanny.” Masiello filled the general in on the important information.

“Farrow-Marshall?” Jack’s brown eyes narrowed as he vaguely remembered an investigation done at the firm some months back. “I thought they’d been checked. By Carter none the less.”

“Yes Sir, but Colonel Carter has confirmed that she is unable to sense the goa’ulds in Mr Kinsey or Miss Mayfield.”

Jack’s head snapped about to fix an intent stare on the DET 3 commander. “What do you mean?”

“Just that Sir. Colonel Carter is unable to sense them. She can however sense with perfect clarity every device with naquadah that was in the hotel room.”

“So what did they do?” Jack turned back to the window and made a vague gesture towards the seated Kinsey, indicating he was questioning about the goa’ulds’ ability to hide the naquadah signature they emitted.

“My staff is uncertain at the moment Sir but are suspicious about a large quantity of vials found in the bar refrigerator.”

“What was found?”

“Preliminary analysis suggests that the drug in the vials is able to suppress the naquadah signature in a bloodstream. They are currently calculating the drug’s metabolism rate and will have Colonel Carter check when the drug wears off.”

Jack mightily resisted the urge to swear vigorously and instead mumbled a low, “Crap!” If it was true, it meant the drug had mostly likely been created with the sole interest of infiltrating Earth. “What else was found?”

Masiello once again consulted the papers he was carrying. “Ah, ribbon and healing devices were identified, along with a communications orb… some tablets and some other clearly Goa’uld computers that Colonel Carter and her team are working on right now.”

“Anything else? Like the ribbon device was connected to a ring remote?”

“No Sir. They seem to have been Earth bound.”

“Let’s hope so,” Jack muttered as he turned away from the window again and headed for the door. “I think it’s time that Ocean and I had our little talk.”

Oceanus looked towards the cell door as the noise of the lock being released sounded loudly in the Spartan space. The two soldiers that had been in the room with him stood even more stiffly at attention if that was possible, when a two-star general walked into the cell.

In three long strides, the uniformed general was at the table Oceanus sat at. Drawing out the other chair from its pushed in position at the table Jack seated himself across from the chained goa’uld.

“So, Bobby…” Jack drawled out with a smirk as he surveyed the man drably clothed in gray prison garb instead of his usual immaculate suits. “You’ve come down quite a ways. Senator, vice-president, and now you’ve got a snake in your head. I think your current situation is most suited to you.”

Kinsey’s eyes glowed dramatically. “Kinsey is no more! I am Lord Oceanus!”

“Look Ocean, don’t try that crap on me. I know very well that the host survives,” Jack snapped his eyes flinty.

“Oceanus!” the goa’uld snarled with impotent anger.

“Whatever,” Jack flicked his fingers dismissively. “But that isn’t the issue here.”

“What? The mighty O’Neill is not going to beg me to speak to my host? Especially when the vessel is one of your own?” Oceanus taunted.

“I don’t give a flying-fuck about Kinsey.” Jack stated bluntly before giving a brutal smile that was more or less all teeth. “You can torment him all you like. You’d be doing me a favour after all.”

Oceanus stiffened at the implication that by tormenting his vessel as he did, he would actually be aiding his nemesis in any manner. Such thoughts were intolerable.

“But enough of those fun thoughts. I want to know why you had my children kidnapped.” Jack’s voice was quiet and cold—very, very cold.

The goa’uld smiled gloatingly as he leaned back in his chair to look superiorly at the man seated across from him. Feeling that the power in the meeting had just switch to himself. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Oceanus taunted.

“Oh, I don’t think I’d like to know,” Jack said softly, “I know you’re going to tell me.”

Oceanus sneered. “Tell you? You have no way of making me. And I know that you Earth humans have no stomach for torture.”

“Are you so certain?”

“Oh, I know all about your scruples O’Neill.” Oceanus stated confidently. “You’re a weakling that would never resort to tactics you disdain.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Jack stated softly. “It was my children you kidnapped after all. But because you’re not going to tell me…”

“You’re going to what?” Oceanus taunted as he leaned towards the general.

“Then we’ll do this the hard way,” Jack promised.

Oceanus burst into laughter and sat lounged back in his seat. “Hard? You don’t have the guts—”

White light flooded the cell and cut off the goa’uld in midsentence. When the light cleared, there were only two baffled SFs and one general with a suspiciously blank face in the room. His dark eyes however were far too satisfied for him to be unknowing of what had just happened.

‘Oh yes, you’ll tell me,’ Jack thought as he rose from his chair and went to go report Kinsey’s ‘disappearance’ to Masiello if DET 3 had not already detected the energy surge in the cell from the transport beam.