"Icarus Base!" John snaps his fingers, triumphant, and takes a victory sip of his tea. "P4X-351, right? I was out in Atlantis with McKay. You know, doing our own thing kinda -- but I did work out of the SGC for a little bit once. Kinda a long story. Anyway -- Ianto's security clearance is miniature Home-world Security, Cardiff. Kinda like -- a field operations division, it sounds like?"
He squints at Ianto questioningly, then shrugs back at TJ.
"So far as I can tell, we're all on a space station anyway so it doesn't seem like a big deal to admit things. It's probably just better to vague out the details until you're sure about people, in case the Natha wake up some bad-guys who are in the mood for revenge."
You know, The Trust, Goa'uld, any person who particularly hated the SGC or any of its affiliates. Of which... there are plenty of people.
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He squints at Ianto questioningly, then shrugs back at TJ.
"So far as I can tell, we're all on a space station anyway so it doesn't seem like a big deal to admit things. It's probably just better to vague out the details until you're sure about people, in case the Natha wake up some bad-guys who are in the mood for revenge."
You know, The Trust, Goa'uld, any person who particularly hated the SGC or any of its affiliates. Of which... there are plenty of people.