"What do you mean 'He was infected'!" Colonel O'Neill advanced on the man, but Carter reached out an snagged his arm, holding him back.

"He was exposed to the water and has perished. I wish to convey my humblest of apologizes for your loss." The P93-754 native bowed to the Colonel and turned to leave.

"Return him to us and we will leave." Teal'c frown impossible to disguise.

"Where's his body, give that to us. We should be allowed to bury him."

"I apologize, in order to protect your world and ours we needed to burn the body. There is nothing left. If we allowed the body out of the clinic our planet could have been exposed, as well as your own. We would rather have you angry with us then have the blood of another planet on our hands. Again, our more sincere appologies."

After hours of intense search, Daniel's body had apparently been found in a waterway; apparently dead from the mysterious bug in the water. They hadn't even been allowed to view the body before it had been destroyed.

They had gotten separated after a sudden attack on the touring group. SG-1 had been on a leisurely stroll through a central park area heading for a picnic within the city when all hell had broken loose, when the smoke had cleared Daniel was gone. Only a few people were injured but no one could tell them where Daniel was.

SG-1 were told they had been attached by a group of rouges, as the government officials had called them. They didn't agree with the trade of their materials and so were rebelling against the outsiders.

To Jacks ears the explanation was reasonable but still didn't sit well with him. From the moment he stepped foot on the planet something had felt off. Everyone had felt it and Daniel had even expressed it. But the government had been happy to discuss trade. Their weapons had seemed incredibly interesting to everyone, including Daniel for their being non-lethal. Though Daniel had felt uneasy about how easily everything had been going, he continued with the diplomacy. The trade agreement was well on its way to being ironed out and ready to sign. During a break someone had offered a short trip and lunch out in the central park. It was a nice day and everyone agreed a little fresh air would do nicely.

But at the end of the scenic lunch Daniel was missing and several officials were injured.

Jack was standing at the window of their diplomatic suite, hand clenched at his sides and glaring at the landscape in front of him.

"Colonel?"

"Something's wrong here."

"What do you propose we do, O'Neill?"

"We head back and regroup. Then we come back for Daniel when we have a game plan."

"Sir, he's dead." Sam sounded breathless.

"And I won't believe that until I see him."

"Sir-"

"He's not dead. I know it." Jack felt it deep in his bones. "Something is wrong here and Daniel's a part of it."

Both Carter and Teal'c nodded. They could feel it, too.