The ATA Affair by Xparrot (PG13)
Show: SGA
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Rodney McKay John Sheppard Ronan Dex Teyla Emmagan Hank Landry
Categories: GEN
Warnings: None
Author on LJ: xparrot
Author's Website: X Never Marks The Spot
Link: The ATA Affair
Why This Must Be Read: Two of the S.G.C.'s top secret agents, Teyla Emmagan and Rodney McKay, are sent to the Casino Atlantis to investigate the suspicious business dealings of John Sheppard...
Can you imagine Rodney as a secret agent with Teyla is his partner? Actually I can and that is one of the reasons why I like this fic. There is an amazing comradeship between the pair as they both investigate John’s dealings and what is “Project ATA” and why is everyone looking for John Sheppard. I adore Alternate Universes especially with these amazing characters
Casino Atlantis was a new establishment, with state-of-the-art security conveniently monitoring every inch of the floor. Rodney had tapped into the system an hour after arriving. A quick scan of his laptop screens now confirmed their target. "Still at the blackjack tables."
"Is everything ready?"
Rodney checked the audio, and the video feed from the micro-camera in her choker. "Yes, yes, it's all good to go."
"Then I will go," Teyla said, and giving her black gown a final once-over in the mirror, she departed, the hotel door clicking shut behind her.
So as not to be too obvious, Teyla insinuated herself at the blackjack table adjacent to their target, rather than with him. It wouldn't do for him to get to know her face, if they were going to keep up surveillance for a while. However long that was to be-their instructions thus far consisted of 'observe target, record and identify relevant contacts.'
It was an unstimulating exercise for two of the S.G.C.'s finest spies, and Rodney suspected that it had more to do with his inadvertent insult of that cabinet member's son than any pressing international crisis. He'd only given an honest estimate of the boy's IQ; how was he to know whose kid he was? It wasn't like he kept track of the names of every single government official around the world. He wasn't even an American citizen, just a resident.
"Besides," he muttered to Teyla over their radio link, "'dense as a radio-quiet neutron star' was practically a compliment anyway, in his case."
"You are being paranoid," Teyla said in an undertone, hardly moving her lips, the microphone in her choker carrying the vibrations from her throat to his speakers.
"So you said before," Rodney answered, "but here we are in Vegas, playing Peeping Tom on some poor sap with too much money and time on his hands. Someone's getting punished."
"Yes," Teyla agreed, and while the whisper of her sub-vocalizing canceled any overt emotion, her tone was wry nevertheless.
"I've been going over this guy's profile again," Rodney said, turning to his other computers and all the open documents he had gathered since getting this assignment, "and I still don't have a clue why the S.G.C. would give a damn about him-or anyone else, either. He's rich, but he's not that rich; he doesn't have a lot of influential friends, he's not into politics. So obviously it's got something to do with his company, but what...would've been nice if they'd given us a hint, at least..."
Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Rodney McKay John Sheppard Ronan Dex Teyla Emmagan Hank Landry
Categories: GEN
Warnings: None
Author on LJ: xparrot
Author's Website: X Never Marks The Spot
Link: The ATA Affair
Why This Must Be Read: Two of the S.G.C.'s top secret agents, Teyla Emmagan and Rodney McKay, are sent to the Casino Atlantis to investigate the suspicious business dealings of John Sheppard...
Can you imagine Rodney as a secret agent with Teyla is his partner? Actually I can and that is one of the reasons why I like this fic. There is an amazing comradeship between the pair as they both investigate John’s dealings and what is “Project ATA” and why is everyone looking for John Sheppard. I adore Alternate Universes especially with these amazing characters
Casino Atlantis was a new establishment, with state-of-the-art security conveniently monitoring every inch of the floor. Rodney had tapped into the system an hour after arriving. A quick scan of his laptop screens now confirmed their target. "Still at the blackjack tables."
"Is everything ready?"
Rodney checked the audio, and the video feed from the micro-camera in her choker. "Yes, yes, it's all good to go."
"Then I will go," Teyla said, and giving her black gown a final once-over in the mirror, she departed, the hotel door clicking shut behind her.
So as not to be too obvious, Teyla insinuated herself at the blackjack table adjacent to their target, rather than with him. It wouldn't do for him to get to know her face, if they were going to keep up surveillance for a while. However long that was to be-their instructions thus far consisted of 'observe target, record and identify relevant contacts.'
It was an unstimulating exercise for two of the S.G.C.'s finest spies, and Rodney suspected that it had more to do with his inadvertent insult of that cabinet member's son than any pressing international crisis. He'd only given an honest estimate of the boy's IQ; how was he to know whose kid he was? It wasn't like he kept track of the names of every single government official around the world. He wasn't even an American citizen, just a resident.
"Besides," he muttered to Teyla over their radio link, "'dense as a radio-quiet neutron star' was practically a compliment anyway, in his case."
"You are being paranoid," Teyla said in an undertone, hardly moving her lips, the microphone in her choker carrying the vibrations from her throat to his speakers.
"So you said before," Rodney answered, "but here we are in Vegas, playing Peeping Tom on some poor sap with too much money and time on his hands. Someone's getting punished."
"Yes," Teyla agreed, and while the whisper of her sub-vocalizing canceled any overt emotion, her tone was wry nevertheless.
"I've been going over this guy's profile again," Rodney said, turning to his other computers and all the open documents he had gathered since getting this assignment, "and I still don't have a clue why the S.G.C. would give a damn about him-or anyone else, either. He's rich, but he's not that rich; he doesn't have a lot of influential friends, he's not into politics. So obviously it's got something to do with his company, but what...would've been nice if they'd given us a hint, at least..."