Three Events

AN: Hi folks, this is my new multi-chapter story. It has taken over a year to come together and its almost finished. However, I really wanted to get it out on the site so I am starting to post it now. I hope you all enjoy it. It's not really a romance, very much a full team fic so will hopefully appeal to everyone. Enjoy.

Three events seemingly unconnected and occurring in various locations across the world, were about to send the United States into complete turmoil.

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It was 0500, and the drive from Inverness airport seemed to be never ending. He had an appointment to keep. It wasn't one that wouldn't be written in any diary, or at least he absolutely hoped it wasn't written down anywhere. He'd flown here under the radar. No one apart from the President and his team knew where he was and he'd be happy if it stayed that way.

He was heading for an RAF base on the northeast coast of Scotland. It was the last place you'd ever look for something that could change everything, but it could be the best place to keep a secret.

The road was quiet, still very dark given it was late October, and he could barely see 50 feet in front of him due to the har that had come in off the sea. Or at least that was what the cabin crew had called the same thick mist that had made his flight over an hour late. It was a good job that he'd left plenty of time before his meeting. He'd tried to call to tell them he'd be late but hadn't gotten through.

He could feel his gut twisting. There was something wrong but he couldn't quite put a finger on what it was. He continued to focus on the road ahead, although his eye was caught every so often by lights behind him. He slowed down a little, putting a little honey into any trap that was waiting for him. As he'd expected, the lights backed off and didn't come any closer, typical actions of someone who was following him. He sped up a little, but not obviously, and took the corner on the way into the hamlet of Brodie. Quickly, without thinking too much, he turned left, off the road, into a car park situated amongst the trees. He killed the lights immediately, then the engine, and then he waited. It didn't take long, perhaps half a minute, but they came, three unmarked cars travelling in convoy, making their way through the mist. So perhaps his trip wasn't as under the radar as he'd hoped.

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It was a hot, humid and, to her mind, disgustingly sticky afternoon in Cairns, Australia. She was here for a meeting, one that her contact had called her to and, to her surprise, had been ordered to attend by someone above the General in the Airforce. She didn't like that, didn't like the fact that she was away from her safe place, away from her team. However, she'd been allowed to choose the location of the meeting. She'd chosen a small hotel, one that rarely got a mention on the tourist circuit but that she'd found on a previous trip. She'd chosen not to stay at the hotel, despite her superiors expecting that. Her gut was now telling her that it was one of the best decisions she'd ever made.

On leaving the States her travel plans had been scrutinised by someone with computer access to the SGC. Fortunately, she'd caught the hack into her system and had had enough time to make alternative hotel plans when she'd arrived in the north Australian city. She had no real idea why her contact had wanted her here but she was beginning to suspect that she wasn't supposed to make the meeting and, by the looks of the dead body she spotted through the French doors at the back of the hotel, her contact wasn't supposed to make it, either.

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In northern France, two men walked along the wide path that led to the large Canadian monument that in daylight could be seen high on the ridge from miles around. Even tonight, the two huge white limestone pillars, as well as the broad platform on which they stood, gleamed brightly in the autumn moonlight. The men weren't here to view this spectacular sight, however, nor were they there to pay their respects to the lives of the men who'd died almost a century before who were listed on the wall of the monument. They were there to meet someone.

They'd met the contact online while researching their doctoral dissertations and had been surprised when the man they'd been studying had actually agreed to meet them. When they'd told their professor, he'd said they were crazy to give credence to anything the man said. A man who had, a decade earlier, been discredited by the entire archaeological community. However, the two students had thought there was a need to meet their hero. Besides, they'd done their own research and now needed to tell him what they'd discovered.

As they walked along the flat path towards the monument, the moonlight made it easy for them to see a man standing to the side the monument, someone who'd clearly been trained to be on the lookout for danger as he continually checked the surrounding countryside as they approached. Therefore it was he, not the two younger men, who spotted the sniper taking careful aim at them.

AU: More to come very soon, I promise.