DR: Well, we're back with SG1, a they prepare to swing into action...

Janet Frasier angrily stuffed her civilian clothing into the depths of her carry pack. "Good riddance." She muttered under her breath.

Sam Carter smiled at her friends' choice of words as she finished pulling on her black tee shirt. Both women, friends since they had meet at the SGC, were more than pleased to get back into uniform. O'Neill had decided it was time to go in, so the whole team had began to prepare.

Janet would never admit it to anyone, but as she pulled on her slate-grey urban warfare jacket, she felt a little trill of excitement run along her spine. Oh, being the head doctor at the SGC was a great post, one of the best Janet had ever had, but she still felt, at times, that she was not doing enough. Frasier had always wanted to serve her country, but she also had a deep desire to heal. These two urges tended to conflict.

As she looked over at her friend Major Carter, Janet reflected on the many times Sam, indeed all the members of the SGC, had their lives in her hands. That feeling of having saved a life was one that really drove Janet Frasier. But, the losses of good people ate at her. It was Janet's belief that if trained medical personal were made an integral part of all SG teams, fewer lives would be lost. Several times wounded would come though the gate, but she had been unable to save them. Now if she had gotten to them sooner…

Janet shook her head ruefully. She had gone to general Hammond several times with this, and each time he had, in the nicest possible way, explained that fully trained medical personal were just too valuable - that she was too valuable. Besides, her expertise was needed at the base, not tied up with one SG team, even if they were the flagship team SG-1.

Quickly locking up her cases, Janet stepped into the main room. Around the small table Colonel Jack O'Neill, Dr Jackson and Teal'c stood, looking down at a printout of the only publicly available layout of the estate. She saw that the map had several notes added, no doubt things that the two recons had spotted. The large bed was covered in cases, clothes and weapons, the standard SG mix of cutting edge earth technology, standard US equipment and Goa'uld weaponry. None of the men were wearing their combat vests, since it would be uncomfortably hot to do so just yet. Once the sun was down the heat of the day would fade.

Jack looked up as the bathroom door closed. Sam stepped up by Janet, pulling on her peaked cap as she did so. Nodding to her, he launched into his operation plan.

"Okay, we'll go round the back, see if there's any other way in. If so, then we scope out security at the back of the estate. If it's light, we use the back door to enter the main building. Teal'c, if, by any chance, there is a snakehead here, where would he, or she, be?"

"It is most likely that the largest chamber would be used as the Goa'ulds place of power. However it is common that such a chamber would be underground for protection."

"It is most likely that anything of value would be underground sir." Carter put in. "I mean we all saw that loading dock. That implies that there has to be a significant complex down there."

"So… our Goa'uld could be anywhere?"

"Indeed." Was Teal'c's stoic reply.

"Okay, so we see if we can enter via the main structure. If not, we go down the cliff and go in via the tunnel." O'Neill quickly folded up the printout. "Once we're in, we blow anything we need to, and kill that slimy snakehead. Keep your zats covered till we're inside. Teal'c, stow the staff." Teal'c nodded slowly.

Quickly the whole team set to work. Janet knew her role on this mission: she was along in case of any condition arising which might need her expertise, though it was also partly Hammond relenting to her pressure to allow her to get off base on an assignment. She was also to take care of their excess baggage. As SG-1 geared up, she quickly tidied up their discarded 'civies' and prepped her medical gear, plus the small amount of combat gear she was required to handle. As she did so, she had time to watch SG-1 sort out their own weapons.

Quickly she noticed the subtle, and not so subtle, differences between each person. O'Neill had started with his P90 completely disassembled, yet within a few minutes he had it reassembled and ready for use. His motions were cool, calm and professional. Nothing was left to chance; every little piece or object was checked, accounted for and stowed within his vest efficiently.

Carter too had her gear sorted quickly, though not as quick as the colonel. Her P90 had still been in one piece, so she only had to insert a fresh ammo clip in. She took more care over her computer gear, stowing each piece gently within her backpack. Since they were still not sure about what would be found within, it had been decided that they would go in prepared for anything. Carters range of Goa'uld interface programs contained on her laptop would enable her to interface with almost any terminal. Both her and Colonel O'Neill carried a P90 clipped to their vests, a 9mm pistol and a Zat in thigh holsters. Daniel in contrast seemed unable to do anything in a professional manner. He kept on rearranging his compact notebooks, and it took him almost twice as long to sort out his 9mm than O'Neill had.

Janet had just finished prepping her own 9mm when she spotted Teal'c studying an unfolded piece of paper while holding his staff weapon. It had passed though customs disguised as an old Massy Mara hunting spear, but how could he get a staff weapon longer than he was tall around without being seen? Suddenly Teal'c began to twist and pull at the end, and a short section came off. As he continued, Janet noticed that both Sam and Daniel were also watching him.

"Wow, I never knew a staff weapon could come apart like that." Commented Sam, with that note of interest that only she could produce.

"They do not." Teal'c replied without looking up, his voice clearly stating that this was fact. "However this one has been modified to do so."

"How?"

"I am unsure. One of the members of weapons development brought it and these instructions to General Hammond before we left."

Carter looked at O'Neill confusingly. "Colonel?"

"Some bright spark from England, has a keen interest in Goa'uld weapons."

"You sure he can be trusted?" Daniel put in worriedly. "Considering that the NID…"

" Hammond recruited this guy himself. We can trust him."

Sam nodded, some of her concern nullified.

Teal'c undid the last connection and placed all the parts within his backpack. Once done he quickly loaded the SPAS-12 shotgun he preferred as his 'Earth' weapon of choice. He too carried a zat and 9mm as backup. Quickly they each did up their jackets, slipped into their vests and shouldered their backpacks. O'Neill had dropped his trademark baseball cap for the standard peaked cap like Carters, Daniel wore a broad brimmed hat and Teal'c a woollen balaclava, in order to hide the symbol of Apophis on his forehead.

O'Neill quickly assessed their situation. His team were ready, with only the five standard USAF metal cases lying on the bed. In these they had packed all the civilian clothing, spare food, ammo and equipment. These would be dumped in their hired transport before they entered the estate. Dr Frasier would carry her medical cases in with them, one via a shoulder strap, and the larger one within her backpack.

"Alright, lets go."

DR:That's it for now. Next time we catch up with Regina and the gang, and we find out just why Willow fainted... Stay tuned!