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Zed is sitting in one of the booths, and the table in front of him is covered with printouts. "Blueprints" doesn't quite seem appropriate. Better to call them "blackprints."

Zed is both studying and not studying them. Not studying them because, really, he knows the layout of MiB Headquarters by heart. But it's been a while since he had to retake the facility from an enemy force, and he's never had to do it against something as insidious as Black Oil.

So he's studying them. Planning tactics. And drinking whiskey. But mostly planning.

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"Fine, fine," Jack mutters to Daniel, and then puts on his best smile as he steps forward.

"Ah, yes. Hi there. I'm Brigadier General Jack O'Neill and this is Doctor Daniel Jackson. We were just wondering if you could possibly enlighten us about ... this place. Whatever it is. We're new," he adds by way of explanation.

There -- introductions and a brief explanation taken care of. Daniel practically owes him.

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"Just arrived, huh? Take a seat, gentlemen." Zed gestures to the booth opposite his.

"The name's Zed. I only just got here myself, but I've had reports about this place for over a year. So I knew just what a nuthouse this place was before I came."

Zed seems less than pleased about Milliways, but then, no one ever said he was a one-man welcoming committee.

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"Reports on this place?" Daniel asks, taking a seat across from Zed. "Does this mean it's known about by the government then?"

Beat.

"Or whatever agency you might run."

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"I never saw anything," Jack adds, almost pouting as he takes a seat. "And I have the highest security clearance there is. You don't work for the NID, do you?"

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Zed huffs. "No. My bureau isn't with the government. Governments ask too many questions. And never the right ones."

"Have you heard the basics yet? End of the Universe? Rules of the Bar?"