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Xander and Yet ANOTHER Demon

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This story is No. 1 in the series "Xander and the New 'Verse". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Three years after the fall of Sunnydale, Xander Harris is in a bar, and something that isn’t human just walked in. It has to be a demon, right? Even if this is Colorado Springs…

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Stargate > Xander-CenteredDianeCastleFR133460,6152011395474,20112 May 1217 Jul 12Yes

Sam and the Escapee

A/N: See chapter 1 for disclaimer, spoilers, notes on AU, and why Xander has his eye back.



“We’ve escalated it to a Code Red, sir.” Colonel Samantha Carter sprinted down the corridor for the elevator. She was talking into her base radio, which was clipped to the shoulder of her BDUs. “Yes sir, security doesn’t know when she got out of her room, but she’s gone. And she’s not anywhere in sight. I’m also not getting any feeling from her symbiote, and neither is Teal’c, so she’s not anywhere close to either of us.”

General Landry snapped to his second-in-command, “Is this a foothold situation, Colonel?”

Oh God, I hope not. “No sir, I’m sure Anise isn’t launching an invasion of Earth. But she may be using this as an opportunity to perform tests we really don’t want her to do on innocent civilians.”

Hank Landry asked, “Can we call General Carter back for assistance?”

Sam swallowed and checked her watch. “Unlikely, sir. He should be airborne by now, and he’s flying commercial to San Diego.”

The general said, “Hold on a sec, Colonel.” Over the radio, she could hear that someone talking to the general, but she couldn’t hear well enough to understand what the person was saying. She jumped onto the elevator and headed up.

General Landry came back. “Colonel, we have news. And it’s not good. Our special cameras covering the ground-level entry picked something up. An infrared source walked out at 16:47, about six minutes behind General Carter and his escort. Nothing showed up on normal video. And that infrared source? It’s about the size and shape of a woman.”

Sam groaned, “So she’s got an invisibility system, like Nirrti. Or like the Re’tu.” She could see where this was leading, so she stopped the elevator and sent it back down.

General Landry asked, “So why didn’t our Anti-Re’tu scopes pick her up?”

Sam guessed, “It might be because our scopes are of Tok’ra design. She probably knows how to disable them. They might even have a built-in backdoor she could exploit. One the Tok’ra just forgot to tell us about.”

Landry asked, “Do you think Anise is a threat to the civilian population?”

Sam just wanted to bury her face in her hands. “Sir, she was asking about Earth customs and Earth clothing and Earth foods. Daniel told her about steaks. I… umm… I might have told her about scotch and nachos and jalapeno peppers. It’s just remotely possible she’s in Colorado Springs, looking for a restaurant or a shop.”

“Sam, take Teal’c and Dr. Jackson, and try to track her down. I don’t know how, when she’s got an invisibility system, but you and Teal’c are the only people on base who have a chance of detecting her if she’s invisible, if our anti-Re’tu scopes aren’t picking her up.”

“Yes sir. We’ll need to change out of BDUs and try to move more inconspicuously, sir.”

“And try not to shoot her unless you have to. This is already a diplomatic disaster. I have to contact the Tok’ra and let them know one of their people has gone walkabout.”

“Gone walkabout?”

General Landry said, “What? Am I the only one who’s not allowed to make movie references? I saw Crocodile Dundee again last week.”

Despite the grimness of the situation, Sam found herself smiling. “Yes sir.” She thought about Anise, and what it would take to get into Colorado Springs from the mountain. “Sir? How many vehicles have left since my dad got a ride to the airport?”

“You don’t think Anise could have snuck out along with Jacob?”

Sam explained, “No sir. You said Anise was six minutes behind him, and he wouldn’t have been willing to wait around for that long for no reason. He was in a hurry to get to the airport. And he would have felt it if Anise got anywhere near him, even if she was invisible.”

“Right,” General Landry agreed. “Anise would know that, so she’d find a later vehicle to hide in.”

“Yes sir. My thoughts exactly.”

Landry said, “All right. I’ll have Walter track down every vehicle that left after Jacob, and he’ll get that intel to you ASAP. We’ll do a full sweep with infrared detectors up top, and make sure she’s not still on base. You get Dr. Jackson and Teal’c ready, and get into town as fast as you can without stirring up any suspicion.”

“Yes sir.” Because running through the streets of Colorado Springs with infrared goggles and zat’nik’tels at the ready wouldn’t make anybody suspicious. Of course not! And how long before the NID or The Trust got wind of this and set up their own creepy little plan to kidnap Anise and do a little testing of their own? Sam knew what that was like, and even though she didn’t like Anise, she wouldn’t wish that kind of horror on anybody.

Okay, she might wish something like that on Ba’al, given what that bastard had done to Jack. Or Kinsey, given what that asshole and his people had done to most of the friends she had up here. Or Nirrti, given what she did to Cassie. But all three of those threats were dead now. Well, she was pretty sure Ba’al and every one of his clones were dead.

She took the elevator back down. She needed to alert Daniel and Teal’c first. She needed to change clothes. She needed to determine the gear they needed. She needed to map out some strategies to narrow down possible targets Anise might have gone for.

She needed her non-DOD laptop. If Walter could get a list of vehicles exiting the base, with routes for each, she could overlay them onto a map of Colorado Springs, add a GIS point coverage layer of restaurants and bars, and assign some sort of likelihood based on proximity to the sites. She wished Jack was here. Jack would have thought it over, remembered some obscure facet of Anise’s personality, and guessed what bar Anise would head for.

Oh holy Hannah. If Anise really did that, then she would probably go to one of the places that SG-1 had talked about while on base. If any of those routes went anywhere near O’Malley’s…

She clicked her radio again. “Daniel! Teal’c! We’ve got to go!”
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