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 Training With SG-1

Chapter 5

"Daniel, what did you touch?" Jack demanded, trying to step out of the way of a chair that seemed to be moving directly toward him.

"I didn’t touch anything," Daniel declared, just a bit defensively. He was trying to dodge the mate of the chair moving toward Jack.

"The floor," Sam muttered.

"What?" Jack asked.

Sam pointed to the diamond pattern on the floor. "Notice anything odd about that?"

The ‘tile’ that she was pointing to was slightly larger than those around it. It also had a thin, black line around it. The line was hardly noticeable, unless one was looking carefully. There was no way to know who had actually stepped on the tile.

"Some sort of booby trap?" Casey inquired.

"Must be," Daniel replied.

"Radar, tell me you have a clue about what’s going on here," Jack said, practically begging. He’d managed to side-step the chair, only to have the table beside it crash into his hip. He let out a yelp of pain.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked worriedly. She’d have hurried to his side, but a velvet covered settee had her pinned against the large armoire that took up almost an entire wall.

"I’m peachy," Jack grunted. "Radar?"

"Nothing, boss," Casey said. She was stuck between a tall, satin upholstered wing-backed chair and a large bookcase. "This is just the freakiest place I’ve ever seen. It may look like the Disney castle, but this place is just…weird."

"Perhaps it is cursed," Teal’c offered, side-stepping the heavy desk that pressed itself against the wall beside him.

"Nah, there has to be a rational explanation," Jack said.

Nyan was still standing near the door where the team had entered the room, his eyes wide, his face pale. "Are we trapped here?"

Daniel maneuvered his way around the round table and lamp that had trapped him in the corner of the room. "Nope."

Climbing over and around…or for Casey, under…the furniture that had moved as far and as quickly as the stone fireplace, the team gathered beside their Bedrosian friend.

Teal’c, who had been closest to the fireplace and had remained in place while the others had been forced to retreat, leaned forward to look behind the stone structure that now stood at least ten feet away from the wall. "O’Neill. There is a doorway here."

"Hidden passage?" Jack asked.

"Secret passage?" Daniel said at the same moment. The two men exchanged a glance.

"Wanna bet this place is haunted, too?" Casey asked.

"Nuh uh. Don’t you dare jinx us, Radar," Jack warned.

Nyan had stepped into the room as the others made their way toward him. Now the door behind him slammed shut. The man jumped visibly.

"Well, I guess we get to see what’s behind door number two," Jack said. "Stick together, campers."

Jack led the way into what turned out to be a very narrow corridor. Complete with numerous doors on either side. Sam fell into step behind her husband. Daniel was immediately behind Sam, his curiosity piqued. Casey was following at Daniel’s heels, Nyan was behind her, and Teal’c was bringing up the rear.

"This is just weird," Jack muttered.

"This castle is huge," Casey murmured. "But we’ve only seen three rooms. Well, three rooms and that amazing entry. It’s almost as if…as if this is some sort of-"

A loud ‘click’ filled the air. "Okay, did everyone hear that?" Jack demanded. A chorus of affirmative replies echoed around him. "Okay, we stick close-"

Nyan had stepped forward when Casey did so. His foot caught on a now protruding floor board, which sent him into a lurch. He collided with the slender seer just as Teal’c grabbed his backpack. Casey stumbled slightly, one hand going toward the wall, the other out to grab onto anything nearby. As soon as her hand came into contact with the wall, a wide panel began to swing open. Trying to regain her footing, she stepped forward, toward the wall…which had suddenly become an opening. The floor behind the wall was a full step down, knocking her completely off her feet. Nyan and Teal’c stumbled behind her. When the three of them regained their feet, they were in another small room, the wall behind them was solid once again, and there was no sign of Jack, Sam, or Daniel.

"Casey? Casey!" Daniel’s panicked voice crackled on three radios.

"I’m fine, Daniel," Casey responded. "We’re all fine. But we’re in another room."

"Yeah, how about that."

"Are you still in that hallway?" Casey asked, frowning slightly.

"Yeah…right beside the wall where you disappeared." Daniel replied.

"Do me a favor?"

"Okay…what?"

"Try one of those doors."

"Uh…no." Jack’s voice said firmly,

"Jack, if I’m right, those doors don’t lead anywhere." She didn’t have to see him to know that her CO was rolling his eyes. "Just try to open one or two of them."

"We’re doing it," Daniel informed her.

Casey reached for Teal’c’s hand as they waited.

"Okay, so far, all of the doors we passed are just…props…they open to the wall," Daniel said. "We’re trying the last one, at the end of the hall…Oh, shit!"

"Daniel!" Heart pounding, Casey had a death grip on Teal’c’s hand. Green eyes filled with worry, and more than a bit of fear, met his dark gaze.

"It’s okay, Angel. The doorway opened into a room. We had to push to get it open, and we sort of fell in," Daniel told her.

"Same side of the corridor as the wall where we fell through?"

"Nope. Other side."

Casey tugged her lip between her teeth. "This is totally bizarre. It’s almost like…like a puzzle or something."

"Perhaps you should share that insight with Daniel Jackson," Teal’c suggested.

Giving a nod, Casey grabbed her radio. "So, what’s it like?"

"Looks like a regular bed chamber," Daniel said. "What about the room you’re in?"

Teal’c, Casey, and Nyan looked around. Other than themselves, the room was completely empty. "Must have been a store room or something," she told her husband. "There’s not a thing here now. Daniel…I think this castle is a puzzle."

"A what?" Jack asked, incredulously.

"It’s just a feeling…nothing sure. But…I just keep hearing the word ‘puzzle’."

"Well, that’s just peachy," Jack grumped.

Nyan shifted from one foot to the other. He’d been studying the walls, there didn’t seem to be a way out of the space where he and the two SG-1 team members were standing. It would seem that their only choice was to find the panel in the wall that had led them here in the first place. "Are all of your missions so…interesting?"

Casey tossed a smile at the Bedrosian. "Nope. Usually they’re pretty boring. Unless we’ve found ruins with hieroglyphs or runes on them. Well, that make it not so boring for Daniel, and I do find a bit of interest in some of the hieroglyphs. For Sam, Jack, and Rocco here, it can still be pretty boring. Of course if we run into villagers that I’ve somehow managed to miss ‘seeing’, things can get pretty…exciting."

"That does not happen often," Teal’c added. "Only rarely does Casey Jackson not see everything we need to know about. When it does happen, it is because SG-1 must do something specific. Usually to help someone, or a group of people. We believe the lack of information in such a case is to prevent us from choosing not to go to that particular place."

Casey ducked her head, her cheeks pink. Teal’c’s praise always left her feeling warm, loved, and appreciated. The team had discussed the missions where she’d been unable to ‘see’ entire villages. Each time, it had been the arrival and actions of the team that had saved, or at least aided, those villages. Sam’s conclusion had been that whoever sent the ‘downloads’, didn’t want the team to evaluate any particulars the seer might pick up, and decide the mission was too risky. She hated the idea of not being able to give the team every bit of information she could, but as Daniel reminded her, she was a seer, not omnipotent.

Nyan nodded, then swallowed hard. "It seems we’re trapped in here."

"Lets just start pushing against the walls," Casey suggested.

"Perhaps it would be better if I were to do so. You will hold my hand, and Nyan will hold yours," Teal’c said.

"Good idea, T-man. All for one, and one for all." Casey wrapped her fingers around the hand Teal’c offered her, then held her other hand toward Nyan. "Best that we stay together if possible."

"I agree," Nyan said, doing his best not to let his fear echo in his voice. He took a deep breath, willed himself to stop shaking, and took Casey’s hand.

Teal’c began pushing against the wall. By the time they had made it around the room, they were all beginning to feel a bit panicked.

"What’s that?" Nyan asked, pointing at the ceiling.

What looked like a trap door was tantalizingly close, yet Teal’c was unable to reach it.

"I’ll get on your shoulders, Big Guy. If I can get that open, we can get out that way," Casey said.

"How?" Nyan asked.

"I’m working on the details," Casey admitted.

Daniel looked around the room. A large, mullioned window allowed sunlight to dance across the huge, four-poster bed. Dust particles danced in the beams of light.

"I don’t like this," Jack grumped.

"I’m not thrilled, either," Daniel replied shortly. "If you’ll notice, my wife is not here. I’m here. But Casey isn’t."

Jack reached out, put his hand on the archaeologist’s shoulder. "I know, Danny," he said softly.

Sam tried the door. "It’s locked."

"Not surprised," Jack sighed.

"Casey said it’s like a puzzle," Daniel mused. "That means that the rooms probably aren’t side by side. We need to be prepared for anything."

"Got it," Jack acknowledged. "Okay, let’s see how we get out of here."

"Do you think we should stay together…just in case?" Sam asked nervously.

"Yep." Jack tapped on the wall beside him. It sounded solid enough. "Okay, in that other room-"

"Library," Daniel interjected.

‘Whatever…it didn’t look much like a library," Jack replied.

Daniel rolled his eyes.

"In that room," Jack started again. "Library," he added quickly, when Daniel seemed ready to speak up, "…there was a tile on the floor."

"There was a place on the wall Casey, Teal’c, and Nyan managed to turn…it wasn’t immediately noticeable, but the flowers of the wall paper were facing the opposite direction of the rest of the flowers. It took me a minute to figure out what was different about that section," Daniel said. He was still frustrated at their inability to find the mechanism to open that particular section of wall.

"Okay, so we look for something that doesn’t fit…or seems different," Sam nodded. She looked around the room. "This isn’t going to be easy."

Daniel was looking at the furniture. Oddly enough, it seemed reminiscent of the Louis XIV era. Heavy wood, detailed carving, rich tapestry. Thickly braided tassels hung from the padded arms of the chairs. The headboard echoed the eagle-headed carving of the crest rail of the chairs. The console table beside the bed, however…he took a step closer.

"Daniel?"

He glanced at his best friend. "I had a roommate who was dating an interior decorator," he said.

"Fascinating," Jack said snarkily.

"Not really. She was about fifteen years older than him, and looked every year of it. She was really into Louis the XIV style of furniture," Daniel continued.

"And this means what, now?"

He pointed at the bed, the two chairs and the table between them. "Louis XIV," Daniel said simply. Then he pointed at the console table. "Not Louis XIV. I think it’s like Louis XV."

"It’s our way out of here," Sam mused.

"That’s my guess," Daniel agreed.

Jack studied the floor beneath the table. "I don’t see anything different about the floor."

"Wallpaper is the same as the rest," Sam added.

"So, it has to be the table itself," Daniel sighed.

"Okay, you’re used to finding the secret chamber," Jack said, then glanced at the table. "Or drawer. Sam, put your hand on Daniel’s shoulder.

Sam complied easily.

Jack put his hand on Daniel’s other shoulder. "Do your thing, Danny."

With a nod, Daniel began to examine the table. He didn’t touch it, although he did step closer, noting that his teammates immediately moved along with him. There was nothing on the top of the table…no lamps or statuettes, nothing at all. He had no idea if that was part of the clue or not.

Slowly, he reached out to run his hand across the polished wood. Nothing happened. He took a deep breath, and carefully opened the narrow, center drawer. Again…nothing. Frowning, he leaned against the table slightly in order to lean down to examine one of the legs. The table shifted slightly. The wall behind the table began to move, exposing an opening obviously made specifically for the wooden console. As soon as the table was in its new place, the room began to vibrate.

"Holy shit!" Jack exclaimed.

"Elevator, or something like it," Sam said between gritted teeth, trying to remain on her feet. Everything around them began to sway or shift slightly as the room began to move. The chandelier above them was swinging wildly.

"Going down," Daniel said. His heart was pounding. He was being moved further away from Casey. That did not make him a happy man.

Teal’c held Casey’s knees as she straddled his shoulders. "Can you open the trap door?"

"There’s a lock here. I either need a key, or I need to learn how to pick the lock." A rough edge on the lock caught her eye. "Or figure this thing out," she muttered. "It looks like a tiny…puzzle."

"Can you describe it?" Nyan asked.

"It looks like your basic padlock. Kinda pretty, it has carving on the face. But on one side the metal is rough," Casey replied.

Nyan frowned, began to search his memories for anything that might help.

"Any suggestions?" the seer asked.

"I have none," Teal’c replied.

"Is the other side rough as well?" Nyan inquired.

"No, it’s smooth. The back is smooth. The front is smooth as well, the carving has been carefully polished smooth," Casey said.

"Then the ‘key’ is the rough side," Nyan said, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Okay, what should I do?"

Nyan studied the seer for a moment. "I don’t know."

Her mind grappling with the problem literally in her hand, Casey began to run her finger absently over the rough edge. Her fingernail caught on a small obtrusion. "I think I found something. It’s tiny…sort of like a bump."

"Press it, see if anything happens."

With a nod the Bedrosian missed seeing, Casey did as he suggested. A tiny key poked out of the top of the lock. "Okay, that’s interesting. A tiny key, too small for this lock, just popped up."

"There is something, somewhere in this room, with a lock," Teal’c deducted.

"Okay, let me down, we’re going to need all three of us looking."

The room had stopped moving. "Well, wherever it is, we’re here," Daniel said, from where he sat on the floor. It hadn’t taken but a few seconds for the teammates to realize remaining on their feet as the room moved wasn’t going to be an option.

Jack pulled himself to his feet. "Well, door, or window?"

"There’s a brick wall outside the window," Sam pointed out.

The two men in the room turned to look at the now useless window. "Peachy," Jack grumped. "Next time Radar says anything about ‘perplexing’, we head right back to the SGC."

"No argument from me," Daniel grumbled. He scrambled to his feet, keying his radio at the same time. He needed to know his wife was still safe…or as safe as she could be.

As soon as her feet touched the floor, the radio on her shoulder crackled.

"Casey?"

"Hey, Stud Muffin, what’s up?"

"Not us. That room we were in? Yeah, well, we’re about two levels lower now. Door was locked, we’re going to see if it still is," Daniel said.

"Okay. We might have a way out of here, if we can find the tiny little lock that goes with the tiny little key I found," she explained.

"We’re going to try to work our way back to you."

"Got it. If we get out of here, we’ll let you know."

"Right. Jack says contact every fifteen minutes."

"He’s so bossy," Casey grinned.

"I’m your CO," Jack’s voice informed her.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. You just work on getting back to this level…" Her voice faded as she glanced at the trap door above her head. "Or maybe the level above us. There’s a trap door in the ceiling. If we can get it open, we can get out of here."

"We’ll do our best," Jack promised.

"Daniel?" Casey said softly into her radio.

"Yeah?"

"I-" she broke off, pulled her lip between her teeth.

"I know, Angel. Me, too."

Casey looked at her companions, then straightened her shoulders determinedly. "Let’s find that lock."

Daniel closed his eyes for a moment. Just hearing that sweet voice had helped calm him. When he opened his eyes, Sam and Jack were watching him carefully. "So, do we wanna place bets on which part of the team escapes first?"

Jack grinned. "Five on us. We’ve done this too many times not to beat them."

"What about Teal’c? He’s always been with us when we escaped," Sam pointed out.

"True," Jack acknowledged. His grin went wider. "But I have the Brains of the team with me."

In spite of the circumstances, in spite of the fact he was worried about Casey, Daniel roared with laughter. "Sam, he’s right."

Sam laughed as well. "Not arguing."

"Okay, let’s find the escape hatch to this place," Jack said.

Fifteen minutes later, Jack and Daniel had taken to snapping at each other as they pushed or pulled at every inch of the velvet covered walls.

"I just tried that spot," Jack said.

"So, I tried it again."

"Try over on that wall."

"I already did."

"You can’t have checked that entire wall already!"

"It’s not that difficult to do, ya know."

"Well, there has to be something somewhere," Jack said. "The door is locked and there’s a brick wall behind the window."

Sam sighed. The two alpha males of the team were becoming crabbier by the minute. Daniel because he was separated from Casey, Jack because he had absolutely no control over the situation. She was as frustrated as they were…for the same reasons. She was worried about Casey and Teal’c and Nyan. She hated feeling like a pawn on a chessboard. She would even admit to being a bit worried. What she didn’t want to deal with were teammates who were so frustrated at their bizarre situation that they were beginning to get snarky. When all else fails, try the obvious, she thought. "Let’s try the door again."

Daniel had glanced over at Sam when she’d heaved a sigh. He recognized the look on her face. He’d seen it a time or two on past missions, and on Casey’s face numerous times. The look of a woman who was definitely not in the mood to put up any bickering due to male egos. He caught Jack’s eye, and almost smiled when he realized that Jack had seen the same thing on Sam’s face that he had, and had come to the same conclusion. "Should have done that first," he admitted, somewhat sheepishly.

"Colonel, you’ve got point," Jack said, trying to force a jovial tone into his voice.

Sam glanced over her shoulder. "Seriously?"

"Yep. You open the door. If it opens, you check to see what’s out there. If it’s safe, Danny and I will follow," Jack grinned.

"And if it’s not safe?" Sam asked, her cheek twitching as she tried not to smile.

"Hope you can get back in here before we slam the door shut," Daniel shrugged. He didn’t even try to hide his own grin.

"You two are just pathetic. Afraid of a little puzzle," Sam chortled.

"It’s not just any puzzle, it’s a castle-sized puzzle, I can’t see all of the pieces, and I have no idea what’s going to happen next. Excuse me for being cautious," Jack retorted, adjusting his grip on his P90. He used the weapon to motion toward the closed door. "Ladies first!"

With a loud chuckle, Sam opened the door and slowly poked her head into the now adjoining hallway. She frowned slightly. An arched doorway near the end of the corridor opened on what appeared to be the grand entrance they’d seen when they’d opened the double doors that led into the castle.

"Sam?" Jack asked nervously.

"I think we’re back where we started," Sam said softly. She moved out of the way when Daniel and Jack pushed into the hall.

"Looks like you’re right," Jack said.

"So, we go back into that library, past the fireplace, and then just push on the panel in the wall where Casey, Teal’c, and Nyan disappeared," Daniel said, giving a sigh of relief.

"Better tell them to stay put," Jack said, already leading the way back to the over-sized foyer.

Daniel keyed his radio. "Casey?"

"Hey, Stud Muffin!"

"We’re back where we started from…" His voice faded, and he turned back toward the bed chamber abruptly.

It took a moment for Jack to realize the archaeologist wasn’t behind him. "Danny? Care to share with the class?

"We can’t be back at the entrance. We were on the same level in that corridor behind the fireplace. That room moved us down…not sure how many levels, but, we moved down." Daniel explained.

"Oy!" Jack pulled off his cap and slapped his thigh with it. "Let’s see what we can find, then."

"Casey, we’re going to look around. Something’s screwy here. Do me a favor, though. For now, just stay where you are," Daniel instructed his wife.

"Okay."

The three exchanged worried glances. The room in front of them look exactly like the grand hall they’d entered when those huge doors had opened. When they cautiously stepped through the wide arched opening, those giant doors were still there…and still open.

Jack swallowed hard. If his team was together, they’d be out that door in a New York minute!

On either side were the other two rooms which they’d ignored in favor of the room that had appeared to be a library of some sort. This time they took the time to peek into the rooms. Yep, parlor and dining room, just as they’d suspected when they’d glanced at the rooms earlier. Elegantly decorated and furnished…chandeliers of crystal reflected the light pouring through the mullioned windows.

"Should we check them out?" Sam asked, pointing the muzzle of her P90 toward the parlor.

"Might not hurt," Daniel replied. He watched as his CO approached the closed doors of what they assumed was the library, where this crazy adventure had begun. "Jack?"

"I’ll be damned," Jack muttered, when he slid open the double doors. The furniture in the room was still in disarray, chairs and tables shoved against the walls or each other, just as it had been when they’d left it, slipping behind the fireplace…which was still several feet away from the wall. "I don’t get it."

"Is it possible that the room we were in didn’t move down…but…sideways?" Daniel asked, as he too studied the library.

"It felt like it was moving down," Sam insisted. She moved to stand beside Jack, peeking into the still disarranged library.

"I agree. But…" Daniel waved toward the hallway, and the room from which they’d escaped. "Apparently it was just moving sideways." He paused, his frown deepening. "Could it have moved down, sideways, and then up again?"

Sam frowned. "That’s a lot of moving. It felt as if we were going down the entire time. Although, by sitting on the floor, we might have had a false sense of direction. And the room was shaking as well."

"Shaking a lot," Jack quipped.

"The shaking could have disguised the actual movement, or caused a false sense of direction," Sam theorized.

Daniel sighed. "Well, we know it moved, and we know we’re back where we started from."

"Perplexing," Sam said, a small shiver moving over her frame. "Very perplexing."

"I think I hate that word," Jack grumped.

Sam grinned. "You hate a lot of words."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Yeah, so? Sue me."

"How about we just go get the others, okay?" Daniel said, pushing between the two, and heading into the room. It was a few seconds later before he realized he’d done to Jack and Sam what Jack had done to him and Casey on several occasions. Usually, however, the conversations he and his wife were more…intimate…in nature. He couldn’t help but grin as he led the way back into the narrow corridor they had been in earlier.

In just a matter of a minute or so, Daniel had located the panel where the flowers on the wallpaper faced the opposite direction of the rest of the walls. He tapped lightly. Chuckled when he heard a responding tap. "Okay, how do we do this?"

Sam frowned. "If we can prevent the wall from closing, once it opens, they should be able to get out here."

"Let’s do it," Jack said. He grabbed his radio. "Teal’c, get ready. We’re going to push on the wall to open it. We’re gonna try to block it so it can’t close."

"I understand," Teal’c’s voice replied.

"Okay, here we go." Daniel pushed against the wall. Nothing happened.

Jack frowned. "Teal’c, new plan. Daniel is going to tap on the wall again. You push against it when he does."

"Very well."

Daniel tapped. Nothing happened. He tapped again. Again, nothing happened. At least, nothing happened to the wall. The floor, however, began to shift, toward the wall they were trying to breach. Putting his hand out to steady himself, he cursed out loud…in Egyptian…when the panel began to swing.

Jack grabbed Sam’s arm, and dove into the room behind Daniel, just before the panel swung shut.

"Some rescue," Casey said, leaning against the wall opposite of what had once again been a doorway, ankles crossed, hands in her pockets.

‘Ha ha." Jack glance around. The room was small. Made even smaller by the presence of six bodies.

"We might be stuck, but at least we’re stuck together," Sam pointed out.

"Very true," Jack nodded.

Casey smiled, linking her arms around Daniel’s neck. "And when we’re together, we’re unstoppable."

"Or at least annoying as hell," Daniel chuckled. He gave in to his need, and his desire, and kissed his wife’s sweet lips. She was safe and in his arms. He could deal with anything else, as long as her hand was in his.

"There is a way out of here, we think," Nyan said, hiding a smile as Daniel and Casey kissed.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Yeah, can’t let those two within a foot of each other, or that happens," he grumped, although his brown eyes were twinkling.

"Casey Jackson located a key," Teal’c said. "We have not yet been able to find the lock to which it goes."

Sam was examining the ceiling. "What about up there?"

Casey shook her head. "I found the key in that lock. Not in the lock part, but it came out of the side. The key is much too small for that lock. If I put in it, chances are it’ll just fall inside."

Daniel was studying the lock, as much as he could. "That could be what’s supposed to happen."

"Huh?"

He turned to Jack, and shrugged. "It’s just a hunch."

Jack studied his best friend for a moment. Most times, Daniel’s hunches were better than the facts others offered him. "Okay, let’s try."

Teal’c knelt down, allowing Casey to straddle his shoulders. When he stood, she was directly beneath the trap door and the lock. "Okay, here goes nothin’." She held the key horizontally against the opening and let the key slip inside. As she had feared, the tiny key disappeared. However, the lock immediately opened. "Wow!"

"Radar?"

"Give me a second, boss, I have to see if I can get this door to swing open," the seer replied. She pulled the padlock out of the loop, which prevented the handle to the door from moving and dropped it down toward the floor.

Jack managed to catch the unusual padlock. Daniel took it from Jack’s hand and immediately stuffed it into his pack, right beside his journal.

After taking a deep breath, she pushed with all her might. The door flew open and landed against the floor of the room above them with a loud ‘thud’.

"We are so outa here," Jack declared. " Radar? Can you climb out?"

"Yep."

"Is it safe?" Daniel asked.

"Goddess, I hope so," Casey replied. She pulled herself through the opening. She scrambled to her feet and looked around in awe. "Oh, you guys are not going to believe this!"

Teal’c lifted Sam toward the opening. The slender astrophysicist pulled herself into the room. "Holy Hannah!"

Nyan was lifted up next. He was stunned into silence as he slowly looked around the room.

Daniel was next, then Jack. Neither man looked around, they were concentrating on getting Teal’c through the small opening to join them. Daniel leaned down as far as he could, Jack offering balance by countering with his own weight. Teal’c grabbed Daniel’s arm, and between the three of them, were able to bring the Jaffa into the room.

Breathing heavily from the exertion, Daniel rose to his feet. "Oh, this is-"

Jack turned around. "Holy shit!"

Even Teal’c was impressed by what they had discovered…"Tao've'nu!" ["It’s unbelievable!"]

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