SPOILERS: Descent.

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Camp Go'auld

Part One

'Why is it that whenever you guys screw up you come running to us to sort it out?' Jack demanded of Jacob Carter angrily.

'I know it must seem like it, but you have to realise…'

'I know - this go'auld is on earth, if we don't do something about him then we're in big trouble.' Jack interrupted Jacob's reply. 'The Tok'ra can't come here to track him down themselves, so we're stuck doing your dirty work again just because you've managed to let him escape.'

'Jack, believe me I'm as angry about this as you - don't forget my favourite planet is at stake here. And before you say anything,' Jacob held his hand up to halt Jack, whose mouth was half open to respond to this, 'Earth is my favourite planet - ok?'

General Hammond, deciding the altercation between Jack and Jacob had gone far enough, took control of the situation.

'This go'auld - Sar'ash - was on Anubis's ship, the one you crashed into the ocean and has managed to survive somehow.' Hammond summarised the situation.

'I'm afraid so,' Jacob said. 'We weren't sure until a week ago when one of our operatives who had been on Anubis's ship informed us Sar'ash remained behind when Anubis abandoned it and that he was not one of the men killed by Teal'c when we arrived on the scene.'

'And as we haven't found any signs of him on board that ship, we have to assume he is alive and out there somewhere. Sweet.' Jack pulled a face. Not only had they lost the ship, now it looked as though they had a bigger problem on their hands.

'How do we know he's still here?' Sam asked.

'Reports have been filtering in for some time now about a mysterious cult that has sprung up near a place called Whitefish in Montana, a remote area in the Rockies.' Jonas informed them, having been called upon by the General to undertake this research. 'There are unconfirmed reports of groups of people being brought in at regular intervals and that the leader's eyes glow.'

'Well that sounds familiar.' Jack muttered, grimacing as he realised what this meant. 'So - when do we leave?' He asked, resigned to his fate now.

'Major Davis has contacted the local authorities giving you jurisdiction in this matter,' Hammond informed him. 'But you need to contain the situation as close to their base as possible - if this gets out into the wider community…' He didn't need to spell out the potential for disaster if this occurred. 'SG1, SG3 and SG9 will be deployed, along with Jacob. Colonel, you will be in charge of the operation. You can call on the local authorities for additional support and I'm also holding SG2, 6 and 15 in reserve, they will come up in forty eight hours unless you can assure me the situation has been contained.' Hammond looked at the people sat around the briefing room for any questions, then dismissed them to their preparations.