“What you are telling me is that the group you have been investigating appears to be heroic,”
O'Neill nodded, glancing thankfully up at Teal'c as the tail warrior handed him a cardboard mug of coffee. Grimacing, he adjusted himself on the hard, dirty cucumber green of the hospital seats, careful not to let the drink spill or the phone drop from his hands, “well, I've seen nothing that indicates they aren't being honest with us. They are suppressing information but that's a different matter, we would too after all”
There was a quiet pause on the other end of the phone, “are you sure they are human?”
“Close enough for government work,” O'Neill snorted, glancing across at the ‘Oz' person who was casually standing at the door to Davis room, his expression impassive enough to give Teal'c a run for his money, “besides, odd though some of them may be, if they have come in from off-world then they have been here long enough to have adapted the culture as there own”
O'Neill and Teal'c both missed the slight surprised widening of Oz's eyes at that little piece of confirmation. It was natural that they missed it though, Oz was at the other end of a long and busy corridor and no mere human could have heard him at that range. An adventurer with perception buffs set is the most perceptive creature in the universe though.
“Do you think we would be able to recruit them into the program?”
O'Neill paused, “we won't get the whole group. I've yet to see confirmation but they appear to have been level with us till now and if they are to be believed; there is a threat in the area which needs monitoring”
“What sort of threat?”
The colonel paused, taking a sip from his coffee, “would you believe vampires?”
O'Neill heard a long sigh down the line, “any other team and I would have them placed into Doctor McKenzie's care. But SG-1… Why is it that I find myself suddenly wanting to hide a stake and a supersoaker of holy water in the car?”
Carefully, O'Neill made an impressed mental note of the supersoaker comment, “maybe insanity is catching?”
“No,” Hammond shot back, “I'm just used to the insane amounts of trouble SG-1 is capable of finding”
O'Neill quietly conceded the point, “so far, I have not seen proof of the vampire threat…”
The Colonel blinked, and then shook his head, amused that he had managed to get that out with a straight face, “but apparently we are being taken to have our ‘cherries popped' tonight”
There was a muffled snort from Hammond's end of the line, “report back after the mission then”
The line went dead and sighing, O'Neill rose, tossing his phone into his pocket, to check on Davis.
“A Seer,” Giles shook his head, “the Powers That Be are up to something”
Buffy snorted, “The Powers that be a pain in my arse aren't even being subtle about it”
“Quite,” Giles shook his head, “if Tara is to be believed and well, I don't doubt her integrity, then Dawn has a destiny amongst the stars but first, we have a threat that we need to deal with”
“Cant leave the hellmouth unguarded,” Buffy pointed out.
“You are right of course,” Giles shook his head, “but we are powerful now and most of the threats are purely grey to us. This area no longer needs the full permanent strength of the Org, though I do say, leaving a team here on a rotating basis is still a must”
“So,” Buffy shook her head, “we talk to Xander, see if he can dig out his newbie level supplies again and arrange nano-controlling units and belts for Dawn and Tara. Those two will need to stay here a while to train before we risk them off-world, I'd guess maybe three bodies to assist and we have the hellmouth team”
“The rest of us I presume are Colorado bound?”
“If the visions Tara are having are genuine PTB then we have too,” Buffy shrugged, “best if you make them think it's their idea though”
Giles glanced up, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the young woman he looked upon as his Daughter, “I doubt I will need to do anything, they seem intelligent enough to realise we could be an assets, all we need to do is let them see us as a potential ally as we are doing and they should approach us”
Buffy shrugged, “I will take your word for it. Now, just one problem remains… well, two”
“Oh,” Giles frowned, “what would those be?”
“The NID,” Buffy paused, “oh yes, and mum”
“Ahh,” Giles replied, hiding a slight smile, “I can see you might have an interesting time with the latter one Buffy”
“Thanks,” the Slayer drawled back, unamused.