Sam's boots clanged as she tiredly walked down the ramp, doing her best to not drag her feet and trip herself up.
"Colonel, Jacob," Hammond greeted as he walked into the gateroom. He scanned them with his eyes and she knew what he was doing.
Taking a head count.
"Daniel and Jacob's part went okay. But we ran into a little trouble." O'Neill briefed as he handed over his weapon.
"The goa'uld hit our planet and I think there's a lot of dead Tok'ra," Jacob said. "Along with a lot of dead Jaffa."
"Is there any assistance we can provide?" Hammond asked.
"We can use some search and rescue teams," her dad said. "The symbiote poison took care of the Jaffa, but there may be some Tok'ra still trapped in the tunnels that might have survived.
Hammond nodded. "We'll continue this up in my office. In the meantime, Major Carter, Doctor Jackson, why don't you two head up to the infirmary."
Sam nodded as she reached into her pocket, pulling out two bits of metal. "Major Mansfield and Lieutenant Elliott," she said, handing the dog tags over to the man.
Hammond respectfully took them from her. "I'll make sure the recovery team knows to look for them and the other casualties."
Sam nodded, biting her tongue to keep from saying that they weren't casualties, they were men.