The Hurricane – Culprit

It was a hurricane.

Only a hurricane could sweep through your life and whisk away some of the most precious things in your life with such a lack of emotion, with such a cold calculating blow.

No matter how much you smile at it, respect it or even (to some degree) welcome it; it will proceed to take those things that are essential to you.

Sure, the cloud had been situated there for many a year, slowly gathering the momentum to move on. They had disappeared for a while, those deceptively fluffy clouds, but they returned.

It wasn't as if they weren't welcomed, hell no. Most people where happy to see them but there was one, just one that held a certain sense of foreboding and was not entirely sure of the return.

Brigadier General Jack O'Neill was not entirely comfortable with being over-shadowed by his superior on his own base, in his own office. Nope, it just didn't feel right.

Nestled in HIS chair, it was a shock to Jack to see the sudden apparition of one hurricane George sitting in his office. And in a matter of seconds, the hurricane moved out of its subdued state and into its all powerful and calculating force, proceeding to commandeer his chair, Daniel and Walter for his own.

And there was nothing Jack could do.

With a speed no yet associated with the actions of a man, the hurricane disappeared through the door of his office (quite a feat) taking three elementary things from the new commander of the base, from his follower.

And despite this connection, despite knowing what the slightly younger man was going through he did it anyway.

Like I said cold and calculating.