The visit left her in good spirits. Even if Dr. Lawson’s predictions didn’t come to be true, she was happy just to be off of Earth for a little while. Returning to the Sun Tzu that brought her here while ferrying raw materials to the offsite dock, she spent the trip back thinking about what to do. Her plans though changed as soon as they arrived though. Inside her office was the person of her (momentary) desire.

“So, liked the ship?” General O’Neill said, smiling from over her chair. It took her a few seconds to find her voice again. “...Yes! Yes, it is looking very well. Glad to see my person in charge, he made some of the improvements stick.” Kat smiled, “Wish It was ready for a ride when I visited.” she hinted.

“Well, I can’t promise you that, but maybe this will lift your mood.” he said as he got up, handing her an envelope. “Well, I have something else to discuss with general Landry, enjoy your day.” Black gave him a brief salute, her other hand already wrist deep in the envelope. She hoped the [i]Langford[/i] was finally ready to go. As she read the contents of the envelope, she had to reach out for the wall to keep herself upright.

A loud “WHAT?!” ricocheted off of the walls and general O’Neill made haste around the corner before [u]general Black’s[/u] yelling burned all oxygen in the hallway.

[i][b]Later…[/b][/i]
The two of them sat in the cafeteria. O’Neill was looking a bit amused seeing Black poke her food with little taste. “You should try fruit loops, they’re great… As long as you have at least some variety.” he suggested, earning himself a Black-death-glare.

“I don’t want it.” she cut back. “Doesn’t get more ‘desk job’ than being made a general. Didn’t know the IOA was gunning for me that much.” she frowned.

“It’s not that bad. You know the perks of being a general are that you get to do pretty much whatever the hell you want. A relaxing stroll in a 302, pick up some groceries… It’s not that bad, I was there once too you know. And I still got to go to ancient egypt. And HAmmond flown that… weird death glider that goes through the gate. Even generals have adventures.”

Catherine contemplated that for a moment before a cheeky half smile appeared on her face. “Fine then - I want the 307.”

“That’s a pretty tall order, but I’ll see what i can do. I do know what they’re looking for though. The brief said to find someone who emphasises crew because the mission is unlikely to get reinforcements. Someone who prefers to gather intelligence on a situation before jumping in and is good in finding solutions to problems. You know I had one person in mind, but they also thought that for diplomatic purposes, we should send a general and that person was just a captain...”

Metal rang as Catherine dropped her fork. “Well look at the time, I need to be going. Enjoy your stay,” O’Neill said with a smirk of his own and left.