Principle 4 Assessment for learning is a Key Professional Skill

Professionalism in any role is a concept that no one knows how exactly how to define it but somehow people can grasp every sense of the essence of it. It is neither something that most people can pin down nor pick up in an instant. It is a learned skill that comes over time. Some people grasp it and some don't but in all sense of the term many will keep learning how to master it.

Hank Landry looked at what was left of SG-1 and Jack. Although he would never say it Jack still counted himself in with the team no matter what his rank. They'd suffered a huge blow but they had taken a short time to absorb it and had come back at his request to the briefing room ready to get their friends back. They'd not even been that long because now besides the Goa'uld it felt like time was their greatest enemy. He was still pissed about what had happened but he was still full of pride at the professionalism of his staff in this situation. Everyone pulled together to assess what had happened and now were looking to solutions to solve them. They were down but not out, not by a long shot and neither were Daniel or Vala. The damage had been done at least here. The SGC had reached out to the CIA and NSA and they were now checking into other areas of infiltration.

Agent Barrett of the NID had arrived within 2 hours of being contacted to join this briefing but he had immediately picked up on the mood of the team and simply nodded and sat down. The IOA had insisted on starting a stupid investigation looking into how exactly this could have happened. Landry had requested that they (temporarily) use Richard Woolsey from Atlantis as he felt that only he could have a true grasp of the nature of the work and the build-up surrounding this incident. He was sat next Agent Barrett. The tension in the room was electric and no one spoke.

Hank stood and began the briefing and for once he didn't pull any punches. "We all know what has happened. Our complacency about the Goa'uld has come back to bite us in the ass. We knew that some still existed. We assumed that they had more or less been wiped out and in turn did not do much in the way to prevent this storm from coming. As a group we could excuse ourselves by saying we had fight other wars other battles but again once they were done we forgot to check where the rest of our potential threats both old and new because we had gotten so confident in our ability to be lucky and in our skills as explorers. That's how some of the problems started in the first place way back when the programme began – overconfidence. Now we have a price to pay and a fight to attend to. We have already lost some good friends and important people and I won't belittle anyone by singling anyone specific out. We may lose some people in this fight but the main standing order of the SGC stays the same – WE NEVER LEAVE OUR PEOPLE BEHIND! Now Agent Barrett, what is the situation regarding the sleepers outside the SGC?"

Agent Barrett smoothed down his slate grey tie against his white shirt. His black suit jacket sat over the edge of the large leather conference room office chairs. "We've managed to find at least two others who seemed to be drawn to the SGC but according to the intelligence we are getting from our trust informants this change appears to be linked to the experiments done with a clone called Anna. We thought about where this could be from and our only thought was the L.A. case regarding Keffler and the clone called Anna who had Goa'uld genetic memory grafted into her DNA makeup which then Major Carter, Daniel and Teal'c were involved in solving. Our only summation based on what inteeligence we could gather from the trust is that Keffler's experiments using dormant Gou'ald genetic memory have been taken to another level using Goa'uld Technology. The purpose seems to be some form of genetic implantation on blank hosts or reactivation of genetic markers in existing ones. It seems that there were only 5 outside of the SGC in existence. Three of these have been found connected to the White House staff either as a Secret service agent or administrative staff and then you seem to have number 4 which is Ms Sarah Gardiner."

Jack seemed to explode at this point. He's been sitting on his hands trying to keep himself from bouncing off the walls. "Well ain't that frickin' dandy! We have five on the outside and one not accounted for. Frickin' fantastic! Hank what does that say about our NID pals if they can't get all five. Are we forever gonna be cleanin' up their messes as well as our own?" Hank looked directly down the table at Jack. He could see Sam put a warning hand on his arm but he came back with his more acidic stare. "General O'Neill! I suggest that you calm down! This is not beneficial to this discussion." Jack stood up from his chair pushing it back away from the table. He turned and looked back giving Hank a dirty look. Jack sighed and threw his hands up in the air. He turned and pulled his seat back in and sat down. Arms crossed like a petulant child. He waved his hand as if to say 'continue'. Hank turned back and looked at Agent Barrett. "Well Agent Barrett, have you been able to identify our missing mole?" Jack looked at the agent who fumbled under his stare to look into a file. Barrett found the information and smiled sardonically at Jack.

"Apparently General, you know this man. He has recently become a resident of this fair city but before that resided in Chicago." There was a huge intake of breath from all of the members of SG-1 around the table. Cameron was the first to ask the question. "Chicago? What was his name?" Agent Barrett looked at the young colonel with interest. "He was formerly of the Chicago PD. His name is Bryan Wade. Apparently he lost his job and was blacklisted from every police force in the country – Jeez General that was a bit extreme even for you!" Jacks eyes widened in shock but he recovered quickly. Sure he'd got the guy suspended but he hadn't done anything more than that. Jack looked at Sam and he'd never seen her more angry at him. His mouth opened and closed and opened again. Cameron stared at him his face radiating the same shock that he had. When he'd complained for the final time to the Captain of the precinct he'd put a call into the police commissioner in the cell block away from Daniel and Sam. Cameron had come with him to ensure he wasn't disturbed by anyone and had heard the conversation from Jack's end.

Jack sighed again and rolled his eyes in an 'oh please' gesture. "Uh, hello? Wacko I may be but power hungry maniacal ego centric person I am not! The guy got suspended simply because I pointed out that Daniel requested my presence for the interview before the guy got started. Guy went ahead and ignored the request. In my books Danny boy followed procedure – Inspector 'I don't give a crap' ignored it. That's all I did plain and simple. Cameron heard me. C'mon I don't pull that kinda stunt anyway. I maybe childish but I am not stupid – and even then it's only when the situation calls for me to be - That's more Kinsey like behaviour and I NEVER wanna sink that low!"

Sam sat back in her chair deep in thought. The general was dutiful and loyal but he never went outside the rules not without good reason to and not where the repercussions outweighed the cause. Saving Earth from Apophis was one thing but abuse of power for a friend unnecessarily? Not unless the situation was truly life or death and that day for Daniel in a Chicago PD cell it hadn't been. So why was the former police detective fired? "Sirs, could it be possible that the Trust wanted to isolate Bryan? I mean why pick a lowly police detective as a possible host unless they had planned to capture Daniel directly from the police cells. Vala went missing the exact same day so why not Daniel? If Daniel hadn't made a grab for the detective to insist he called the General and if we hadn't been in the vicinity of Chicago that day for Daniel and Vala, I wonder what would have happened?" Sam sat back in her chair and frowned. She had more questions than actual answers. "I wonder when they messed with Daniel and Vala's DNA and which Goa'uld would have had the time and the patience to do it? I mean why this whole game to get certain members of the SGC – what do they have that the Goa'uld want?" Everyone except Teal'c retreated into their own thoughts. They were good questions all demanding good answers but no one seemed to have any ideas at that second except Teal'c.

Teal'c lifted his head up from the steepled fingers that he usually had when he was deep in thought. "I have been here for over a decade and yet I need to remind you all again of the first thing I ever taught you. The Goa'uld as a race are pure evil. They have little interest in technology except that which is superior or different to their own and that they can steal. DanielJackson has had the knowledge of the ancients in his mind for many years now and people have forgotten that he has the ability to tap the strength of that knowledge when it mattered. To the Goa'uld the loss of Anubis meant that they no longer have the ability to tap the knowledge that would allow them access to that technology. We since have brought the city of Atlantis back to Earth and I believe that is why they did not attack earth straight away. They may have designs on getting the city and its power for themselves. I also believe that for many years now DanielJackson has been a great warrior against them and there may be a few who wish to exact their revenge on him as he has been instrumental in getting the Taur'i the information and allies needed to defeat them."

Richard sat forward "Be that as it may Teal'c. There is one thing that IOA would make very clear. He holds the greatest amount of knowledge about the programme since its inception. For a civilian he has been a part of the most confidential of briefings and missions and yet still has a lot of powerful knowledge gathered about our allies, their technology and our newest research. As a head of department and SG-1 he would also have been at many of the intelligence briefings. He is literally a mine of intelligence. I would even go as far to say he would have been the one to find us that intelligence."

Sam listened to this and agreed with it but something was really bugging her. They were talking about one half of a whole pair. "That's true Richard, Teal'c but we are forgetting about Vala. What is it about her that we are forgetting? Her knowledge as Qetesh is certainly a reason to take her alone but why is she also important?" It was Jack who spoke up this time.

"Ah Carter, you're forgetting the obvious. Vala is Daniel's soft point. When they were held hostage by Pallas they were basically held over a gun barrel in order to get them to do things. Daniel told me one time when I visited in Chicago that he never wanted that to happen again to the pair of them. Vala agreed with him but also told him to be realistic that they may be used against each other in future missions if they came back to the SGC. Daniel just wouldn't listen to her about it. I think at the time he didn't want to even think about it. Don't you see though besides using Vala as a way to hold Daniel hostage to their terms they have their own revenge to exact on her as well. She has been one of them and they have many past grudges and scores to settle. She has also possibly stolen from them as a thief. We forget so much about her past at times we're dumb! She has information that the Trust want from her. She knows a lot more than she lets on and not to mention Qetesh herself may have been involved in some shady dealings." The room fell quiet for a moment. Everyone seemed to retreat into their own thoughts. It was Jack who again asked the next question. Something that had been bugging him since this whole thing started. "There is one thing I would like to ask. Why is it that the Tok'ra haven't come forward about this information? They came and gave us some very very dodgy intel. I mean they've been cryptic and self-centred as usual but they usually give good intel when it suits their purposes but it was always reliabl'e. Now all we got was some vague 'you will be attacked and we don't know when' spiel. That's not the Tok'ras usual MO. So why haven't we got any decent intel from them?" Jack looked over the table of people in the briefing and his eyes rested on Sam. Her face had suddenly gone very pale and he suddenly answered his own question. "The Tok'ra are dying aren't they Sam?" She nodded and took a deep breath. "Remember that they have no Queen and now are slowly losing some of their number again because they have to infiltrate a new Goa'uld. That to them takes time and if they are losing then as a race they are actually dying. They could be watching the Goa'uld's experiments waiting to see how they turn out because they wish to use them for themselves." At that point everyone in the room went pale except for Teal'c who looked like he wanted to kill something. Their former allies were holding out on them but for once it was in the sickest fashion.

After a moment the question came. No one knew who spoke it really but it had to be asked. "So now that we know what are we going to do?" Hank Landry lifted his head. "We are going to get them back. Jack can you see about finding our missing piece of the puzzle with our NID friend here. Mr Woolsey I brought you in to ensure that you can begin your investigation into the whole incident ahead of time. I need to know if there was anything that could have indicated that this was coming. We will add evidence as we go. Colonel Mitchell, I'd like you to interview Ms Gardiner or if she has turned into a Goa'uld Osiris because I am guessing that's the piece they were after. You don't have a history with Osiris Mitchell so that should confuse her further. Colonel Carter I want you observing. We need to start putting the pieces together." Jack looked to Hank who nodded. "T, I want you to go to the free Jaffa and tap Vala's little network of thieves they might be able to give us some of the missing scraps of information. Agent Barrett you and I have a copper to catch. Dismissed." Without a single word everyone parted. In the eyes of anyone who came across SG-1 and the Generals that day one message seemed clear. "We will get them back!"