[Travis "Wizard" Oxford]

1936
Quarters

He sighed he dropped Grant's file on his desk. There were things he was sensing that weren't making sense in the file -itself. He needed to make notes and send them to Davis when the man contacted the Vedic Base again in coming weeks or months. The man wasn't technically under investigation, he decided, he gazed at the closed file, then absently picked his whiskey he had taken or rather stolen from Bobby's stash. No, it wasn't like Bobby would even notice the bottle missing. Studying the glass, than again, there was a chance that the Guard's officer would notice it. Again, not his problem.

He was here too keep this expedition at a arm length from the IOA and the NID. Two organisations were not known for their compromising tatics. While most of the NID was cleaned out when it came to rouge Agents, he was certain that IOA was going to be a pain in his ass for the time to come. Which again brought him back to Fulcur's file. Something just wasn't matching up for him, but Travis couldn't pin-point what that was. Call it a gut feeling, but there was something. Even after studying man from his interactions.

Or he was starting to become paranoid like Troy had been during Pooja Garcia's ordeal. Maybe it was wrong to compare it, he brought the drink to his lips and let it pass. He could hear Bobby ranting about the 'Wizard' down the hall.

"The Wizard has no idea who he is dealing with," Travis heard and let out a snicker moment before his door opened, "And you are dead man walking, you know that?" The member of Delta Expedition could pick on the underlying warning.

Amused, Travis found himself easily entertained by Bobby since his arrival, slowly he turned to face his cousin, and noted Calmara - just the man he wanted to see- behind Robert, "Dead man?" he grinned, "Care to detail me on how you are going put my 6 feet under, without Matt on your tail?"

"He's siding with me," Bobby's eyes landed on the bottle then looked at Travis with a narrow yet dangerous gaze, "You little thief." Only see humored twist of the face on the Army Officer.

"Care for a drink Captain?"

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[James Calmara]

1936
Quarters

Carefully hiding a smirk as he followed behind his current CO, who had been practically pichiciego holes in the flooring as he stomped over muttering something about Wizard, Whiskey and someone paying. The way the three Oxfords had carried themselves around each other, and managed to wind each other up, without trying for the most part, was quite funny.

"Hey I neutral as long as I get a drink, or that was the plan at least." Calmara called from behind, trying to size up if this was just another prank or something a with a little more serious undertones. "Honest your knack for pulling stuff and ending up in hole. I'm suprised you made it the last few months without me at you back. Mister Wizard."

He side stepped from behind Bobby and into the room, hands on hips, usual grin in place, he nodded towards the file on the desk. "This a creative way of getting us attention and in a room?" He asked carefully, Travis was just the type to go for that type of thing.

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[Travis "Wizard" Oxford]

1936
Quarters

He was going treat the waters with Bobby carefully, given the man was mad as hades. Not that it was ever different from any other day. That man was always mad as hades, Travis thought as he sat on the table in relaxed manner, "I'm not going finish your bottle that is for sure," he told the Guards Officer as he poured more and noted Bobby wincing at the amount Travis had poured, "I think Simon sent a crate of this stuff. Might be somewhere on the ship."

Bobby fought for control as his youngest cousin taunted him while drinking his brand of poison, "He's more caring than you, right now." There was as gritting of his teeth and fisted hand by his side.

Hearing James, Travis laughed, "I don't end up in a hole, I create it myself. And I managed fine without you." His tone was dry. "Pranks are well pranks." Even to him his own defense was lame. It usually worked on Collins. But she wasn't here, which was a bummer. Pranking McKinnon wasn't a best of choice.

"Ha," Bobby was slow to put the two together, "Wait.....Are you calling him Wizard?" He titled his head at Travis, as if the Colonel was object of study.

Smirking at James's words, "A little from column A and" he gestued with one hand then moved do the same with the other, "a little from column B." Then turned, letting his gaze to the file, "Honestly, what the two of you know about Fulcur?" he looked at the both men.


"Why?" Bobby asked knowing he was now dealing with his adviser, not his cousin, "what is brewing in that brain of yours, Trav?"

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[James Calmara]

1936
Quarters


Leaning back against the wall next too the door, Calmara watched the two cousins bounce off each other verbally for the moment, thankfully, it was the first time he recalled being in the same room as the pair without pressing official business, or having to rush off to secure their new home against Lord knows what. It'd be interesting to see the interaction between the pair.

But it seemed a little shop talk was going to have to happen, by the question and the motion to the file. Calmara in truth hadn't had much dealing with the guy, but there were things about the few brief meetings that he remembered. "He's an Army boy, special forces background probably with intelligence, very ordered, very through, very analytical. He tends to fact check quite a lot, being a Major his questions tend to be answered." Calmara responded giving a mix of facts he knew and actions and traits he'd observed with the man. "What you thinking? Something amiss?"

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[Travis "Wizard" Oxford]

1936
Quarters

Travis bit his lip -to stop himself from laughing- as he noted Bobby's question went unanswered by the former SD2 team members. No one was going to confirm that yet. He would bid for the right time and in the meantime he was going to see what Matt and Bobby did. He wanted to know their plans for the 'Wizard' before he opened his big mouth. "At least my brain brews more stuff than yours," he then sipped from the glass, "So far I can be glad that you have not manage to kill yourself out there."

Bobby lean on the frame and watch the Colonel help himself to his bottle. "Someone needs to keep Matt alive. Or Uncle Andy's gonna grab my neck." The little army brat had the nerve. Even Pat wasn't this bold to touch his stash. Folding his arms, he nodded in agreement to James's words, "For him something is always amiss." And rolled his eyes.

Travis took in what James was saying, "He doesn't act like a army boy. Trust me I know," he gave his hand that was holding the drink, "James, grab a drink, it's on Bobby boy. Right?" Then continued, "After all it's coming out of his stash. He won't mind." And ignored the murderous glare that was aimed at him.

"His questioning, filing and investigating is too well structured to be coming from a Army Officer, unless he had spend some time with Feds. But his file doesn't mention that. Right out of High School and into West Point. Nothing about the Feds." Gazing at Bobby, "I'm a lousy filer of reports. Collins is always after me about that when she is left in charge." It had only been twice since Troy moved on to other things. He did miss working along side the man.

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[James Calmara]

1936
Quarters


Stepping further into the quarters and taking the invitation and pouring himself a decent measure of the amber liquid before sliding into a vacant chair. He mulled over the information given him, an Army boy not acting like Army boy, but something else, that feeling that they were about to get in deep with persons who were supposedly their side came rushing back. "Yeah but Doc Collins would find an excuse to chase or bug you any way, I think she like your reactions. " he quipped with a smile and a nod, before turning his attention and experience to the matter of concern. "So someone on our side, saying they be one thing but acting like another. My first thoughts would be IOA, they did once pick a former CIA black ops guy as the SGC liaison slash pain in the ass. I wouldn't put it past them to slip someone in." He pondered with a sigh taking a mouthful he went on, revealing a personal niggle. "That's always been my one qualm with compartmentalised special and secret ops, it's easier to convince honest, well meaning service persons that doing task X is in there countries best interests."

Knocking the remainder back he shook his head. "Okay morbid moment over, any one have a slightly less conspiracy-type theory, or do we need to start keeping an eye on this guy?" He questioned.

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[Travis "Wizard" Oxford]

1937
Quarters

Instead of leaving Bobby moved in and plopped himself on the bed, ready to hear the juicy and promising stories on Collins chasing Travis, "You dog," he scoffed, "You got pretty ladies chasing you? How come I didn't get into this program earlier?"

Rolling his eyes at James over the comments, Travis threw Bobby a glare that had a silent vow to give him a slow painful death should Bobby opened his big mouth again with junk coming out of it, "Not smart enough," he quipped back, "Too much eye on the females and not enough on work, Kepler would have thrown you out faster then you could have apologised. Unless you wanted to deal with a marine General, who would have seen through your bull without batting a lash."

Bobby groaned, "Not the IOA." What was the the fools and SGC? Couldn't they just leave them alone? They weren't asking much.

Travis poured more, "Bobs," he called out without looking. If the man kept this up, Travis was planning on annoying him to hell.

Keeping a firm eyes on his bottle, "Yes." The tone the two were using on each other went years back. At least from the time Trav understood snark.

"Bro," a thin smile was on Colonel's lips, "Get out."

"Make me!"

The Colonel merely rose his eyebrow, "That was as request, not an order." Taking a drink, "I thought you wanted to find the box Si send." Then grinned as Bobby bolted out the room without further word. Dangle a bottle in front of Bobby's nose and the man would be kept entertained for hours. 

"What was I saying again?" he asked as shook his head. Ah the joys of aging.

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[James Calmara]

1938
Quarters



Calmara watched with some amusement at the antics and interactions between the two family members, something yhe engineer had missed being an only child, until a hint of the possibility of a bottle had his current team leader scampering from the room, leaving him facing his grining former team leader and good friend.

"I think you were just about to reveal your master prank, or drop a bombshell about me having watch my own ranks." He sighed and looked away for a moment praying it was the former, his thoughts drifted away from that and lingered on family. "He's not that bad, more than a few unique views but......its good, I imagine having more family in the know who can relate to this life. Speeking of family how's Claire and the kids, not so little now I expect?." He asked eventually, his abiding image of them as a family was the barberque, four or more years ago, with a few other faces from past assignments.

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[Travis "Wizard" Oxford]

1938
Quarters

Master plan?

Travis mused as he brought the drink to his lips. Did James miss the memo he had sent or did he - himself forgot- to let his former team member know about it. His master plan was currently in the works. Already hinted by Bobby earlier as the other Oxford was planning on dealing with it. Killing or finding the Wizard wasn't going to be easy as the Guards Captain thought. It wasn't like Travis was planning on telling his cousin anytime soon.

Turing in musement into amusement, he eyed Calmara over the rim of the glass, "I don't remember creating a master plan, however grand," he replied with a comical blankness on his face, "I don't remember sending a memo. If I did, Collins would have me in that office of hers faster." He had manage to avoid getting inside it during the stint at Delta. He would consider it as a defeat if she dragged him here, "Besides, McKinnon would never let me live it down for sure."

"Well," he shifted as he move the bottle and the file, "It's not a bad idea to keep an eye on your ranks. Might help out in the long term."

Oxford gawked at James, "He's not bad?" It was semi loudly exclaimed, "Are you feeling okay? Or is he bribing you to say it?" He wouldn't put it past Bobby to do so, but Travis stopped himself short of checking James's forehead for a fever, "Man, I hate to break it you, he can be anything but good." For a moment he studied his drink, "It can been good, it can be bad. At least I don't have to lie to these two about my work and why I keep disappearing for months or years on end; anymore. But if something happens, we did be lying through our teeth to our families regarding our work." And that would be a bitter pill to swallow. Guilt would likely to eat up the ones who were left.

A smile spread over his face at the mention of his family, "Claire's good. Busy in her work. Oldest is about to hit teen years soon enough, at least Uncle Bobby would come handy when it comes to the girl advice." And rolled his eyes humorously, "The youngest is looking like her mother everyday, I swear all of us might consider locking her up just to keep the boys away." He wasn't ready to let his little girl grow up. Vicky was changing before his eyes and he couldn't do much about it.

"What's the latest on you having a family of your own?" he threw the question back at James, "Any wedding bells I should look out for?"

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[James Calmara]

1940
Quarters

Calmara rocked gently back on the chair twisting it a little his expression changing as they talked, glass held loosely in one hand by his side, it had been a while since he'd had a proper sit down 'chew the fat' with his old CO, the mention of McKinnon and Collins brought back memories of old times at Delta Site. He made a mental note of his comments about his relatives whole were currently running things in the Vedas Galaxy, these thing would come in useful down the line of that much he was sure.

The change he saw in his expression when the topic shifted to family was a good one, and something Calmara had lot of respect for beneath everything he could see Travis was devoted father and somehow managed to keep it all together something as yet James had not, although that was beginning to change. He smiled as the question was tossed back at him. "Nothing definite, but the run up to all of this I was based at Area 51, managed to get home to see my folks a couple of time, drove back and there's a little motel/dinner/rest stop about half way. Hit it off with a waitress who turned out to be the owner. Told her I was being deployed, top secret all that, day before I was due to leave for SGC got an email of her, basically a take care, good luck, look me up when you get back, and a write me if you can tagged on the end." He gave a little shrug at this point. "So might be something might be nothing but it's worth looking at."

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[Travis "Wizard" Oxford]

1940
Quarters

Keeping aside the other Army boy's file, Travis fully sat on the desk, took a long drink as James spoke. In the years they had known each other, the Colonel was yet to meet any girlfriends the other man had. Hearing the new story, he frowned in the glass and watched the amber liquid dance as he swirled it, "Nothing defined?" supporting the same expression, "are you telling me that in all years you have not found ONE stubborn woman?"

Shaking his head, "Man we have to do something for you then, so I can stop myself from kicking your sorry butt." While he might be getting old, he could still do the actions he was warning James of. He would go through with it for an old friend.

"Didn't you have a thing going with......" he drew air circles with his hands, as he tried remembering the name, after all, it was gr**evine talk, placing some stock in it was moot, "Then again could be rumors running around Delta to keep IOA and the NID on their toes." Picking the bottle he poured and passed it to James.

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[James Calmara]

He reached for the bottle having chuckled through the responses thus far. His luck with settling down had been almost no existent up until this point. If there was a regret that's one of the few James had.

The angle of the next question was tricky to say the least and told that they had not been quite as careful as they had thought. He chose to meet it head on and then deflect the rumors. "A certain pilot from Delta, well sort of." He poured himself a drink and put the bottle down carefully as his mind lingered back to the time he spent with her. "She was troubled over her time spent in captivity and I was the right person it seems. So of course there was a connection, and there was a time when I thought maybe.......but." He knocked back the contents of his glass and then refilled. "But there were always issues, the officer and enlisted one was a biggie, so it never happened, we're close but not in that way."

He shrugged and took a nip of the amber liquid. "As for the rest of the times, timing was off I guess, or I hesitated when I should have took the plunge. Anyway there gone now no sense dwelling on the past." He looked square at Travis and grinned. "Your welcome to give it a shot though, I'll give any dates a fair go, but I'm not holding my breath."

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[Travis "Wizard" Oxford]

1940
Quarters

Travis had a look that said all. All the Army Officer wanted to do was to smack the man upside his head for missed opportunity. The fact he hadn't pursuit it was another thing that spoke volumes, slowly rose an eyebrow, "Are you sure you don't wanna have a smack on head?" he asked, after sipping his drink, "In words of Bobby, hesitating is for morons," he spoke after sipping his drink, "you are or aren't one, can be opened for debate." He twisted his face to tell the other man he was jesting.

"James, if you don't get the personnel side of your life in order, I'll get Bobby loose on you. Hard to say if he is going all bark or bite." Thinking about what Bobby let go, still ticked him of to this day, so he drained his drink, to bury the urge to beat the Guards Officer senseless all over again, "Don't make his mistake and enter family life later in life. Take a break from Air Force, SGC and just live. You only got one life. Don't make SGC your first love."

While his cousin was crazy about his boy, but that wasn't the point he was trying to make. There were so many regrets the man had, it was hard for Travis to start with one that was the worst.

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