It took a bit of doing but eventually Lt. Donavan located the second target, a cache of goa'uld artifacts tucked away in a temple in northern Italy, the main identifier was the 10 pound chunk of weapons grade naquadah. Since he knew what he was looking for it didn't take long to finish tagging the items that didn't belong.
"Sir, I have the next group," Donavan said.
"Whenever you're ready." Patchkirk said with a nod.
Donavan nodded and clicked the last button to beam the goa'uld tech up into storage and the symbiote into space. "Secondary target has been spaced sir."
"Proceed to the third and fourth targets," the general said moving back to his seat.
A moment later Matt's team ringed back. "Bridge," Matt's voice called through the intercom.
"This is Patchkirk, proceed," the general replied.
"Mission accomplished. The phone is being taken apart by the core now sir." Col. Matt Beckett replied.
"Excellent, debriefing is in three hours, dismissed," Patchkirk replied.
It took a bit longer to find the third and fourth target, but not many things can hide for long from a determined sensor technician. Lt. Nathaniel Donavan pulled up the report on the sheldon expedition again and rescanned the desert. Matching up the map until the naquadah in the canopic jars pinged his sensors.
"We've got the king and queen," the lieutenant called out to the general.
"Good, proceed as planned," he replied.
A moment later and two canopic jars disappeared from a buried tomb, nobody noticed the flash of light, as there was nobody around to see it.
"Is our little orange glowstick down there too?" The general asked.
"Scanning for it now sir," Donavan replied.
A moment later Donavan called out, "Got it sir, the glowstick is there as is a slightly dented puddlejumper."
"Beam them up. Maxwell soon as we have the big glowstick and the other toys, reposition our orbit over Central America for the fifth target," General Patchkirk called out to Captain Maxwell Sheppard at the helm.
"We'll be in position in fifteen minutes sir," Maxwell said.
"Keep scanning for anything interesting, Nate," Patchkirk said, leaning back in his seat.
It took a while to get through the stone and vegetation but eventually the next target was located, Lt. Donavan hit the button and turned back towards General Patchkirk. "Sir, I have the fifth target."
"Whenever you're ready." Patchkirk said with a nod.
Lt. Donavan tapped the key and another flash of light deposited a female dressed in egyptian clothing next to the cult leader. A moment later the Sarcophagus she was in was beamed up into a cargo bay. No sense on destroying a sure method of bringing back the dead. Another scan and a deactivated cube joined the sarcophagus.
"Maxwell take us over Antarctica if you would," General Patchkirk called out. "This should be our last stop."
A few minutes later the where optimal range over what would one day be known as McMurdo bay.
The general hit the button for the intercom, "Allison."
"Infirmary, this is Dr. Allison Keller," the doctor replied.
"You have that quarantined stasis chamber prepped yet?" General Patchkirk replied.
Indistinct yelling was heard on the other end before Allison Keller came back on. "Give us ten minutes sir, the stasis pod is ready but the quarantine room is still being prepped."
"Understood, Patchkirk out." General Patchkirk replied.
"Donavan, find and beam up that gate, soon as you've done that locate our frozen ancient and notify Allison she'll let you know when she's ready for her." Patchkirk said getting up and heading for the door. "Maxwell, You have the bridge."
"Aye, sir," Max replied.