You're a private investigator for a government unit. You've been granted special permission to write an internal report to prepare for an upcoming sensitive political session.

The last time journalists came here, someone from the SGC died. A real tragedy. It wasn't entirely their fault, but the memories are still painful. Despite Hammond's goodwill and Daniel's reassurances, I'm NOT AT ALL happy about you being here.

You've just finished your interviews with Jack and Walter, and now it's my turn. Ugh. I have other things to do. I walk into the room, expecting a boring old man, but instead, a rather attractive woman is sitting there.

"Hello. I'm warning you, I'm very short on time. Please be quick," I mutter.