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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jaeden" data-source="post: 2581649" data-attributes="member: 34974">Julian deals out a hand to the Colonel, sliding over the pile of chips. Again, he doesn't even look at his own hand. However, he's now sweating a bit, in the presence of two superior officers (one, from what Felger said, even ran his own Stargate team), and a very rare find indeed - a good-looking girl, with a brain, who hadn't run him off in the first ten minutes.Julian returns a dumb-looking smile at her, before turning to give the Colonel a more meaningful response. "Well, Colonel, I hope I didn't do anything too bad, to have been noticed after a week on the job. I'm just getting settled in here, coming from Air Force intel at Langley. I work with Dr. Jay Felger in the lab, analyzing the artifacts recovered by off-world teams." He grins at Ashley, the realization that he shows a lot more deference to the objects in the Colonel's presence than the "cute little trinket" line he made to her not being lost on him. "As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure the sonar cloaking device we've been working on the last two days was brought back by your old team, SG-4. Off'a planet P-326224, if I recall." Julian knew he recalled correctly, but modesty seemed in order here. Taking advantage of his right as the dealer to get a flop without bidding, he does so, but still has his eyes locked on the Colonel (with occasional impish grins in Ashley's direction - Major Davis might as well be a housefly for all the attention he's getting). At the table next to the card game, Julian's laptop suddenly plays a short sound byte from the Matrix movie, and an animation shows a letter flying into a bin near the toolbar. Grumbling at the machine's outburst, he pulls out a small black remote control from his pocket, pointing it at the PC and pressing a button. The machine's shutdown sequence initiates, and with a mournful bleep, the screen goes black."Sorry about that. I think I have the only PC on the base with separation anxiety."</blockquote>

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