Anthony didn't go directly to the slave barracks. Realizing that he didn't have anything appropriate to wear while in the summit – and he knew he'd have to go back there to at least keep up appearances until whatever was going to happen to get him off the ship happened – so he would have to get another clean change of clothes from one of the supply closets. Which meant he'd have to find one of the slaves of a type that Daniel Jackson was impersonating.

It wasn't difficult. He ran into several Jaffa who demanded to know why he was alone on the ship, but his explanation was ready – and true – and most of them were aware that he'd been the slave at Ball's side for the entire summit. It wasn't impossible that someone had lost their temper and beaten him, so the injuries were far from suspicious. The Jaffa would simply send him on his way once more, telling him to hurry.

He found one after less than fifteen minutes of searching. The self-important little weasel was quick to scold him for managing to mess up his outfit so quickly, and nagged him about how hard it was to get blood out of the fabric – as if Anthony had bled on it on purpose just to annoy him. He sat him down and bandaged his head wound with a little water, a clean cloth and then a band-aid looking thing that hurt like hell coming off (this Anthony knew from experience) but would blend well enough with his skin that it wouldn't show up and annoy Ball or his guests with something so trivial as an injured slave.

There wasn't much he could do with the bruises on Anthony's face, and the Sheriff didn't even mention how bad his side hurt from being kicked so many times. That might have required taking his shirt off and exposing the butt of the Beretta – something Anthony wasn't going to do. He hurriedly assured the man he'd take better care of the outfit he'd been given and made his escape as quickly as possible, citing the need to get back before Ball punished him further.

With his bundle of clothes under his arm, he went to the slave barracks and quickly changed, careful to make sure no one saw the weapon, but tucking it right back where it had been once he was in clean clothes. There was no way he was going to leave it in the barracks, after all. The Ghouls weren't going to stoop to searching a simple slave – especially one that hadn't caused any trouble in the last few days – and the Jaffa wouldn't want to show that they thought they had anything to be wary of when it came to a slave, so they would simply give him a stern glare for making them wait on him and tell him to get back into position.

Ignoring the aches, Anthony headed back to the main meeting room, wondering where Daniel Jackson was and how they were supposed to get together again without making the Jaffa suspicious. He reached under his shirt and felt for the small device the man had given him, making sure it hadn't slipped out of the only hiding place Anthony had for it. It wasn't like he had pockets or anything, and was afraid to lose it – even though he didn't have a clue what it was supposed to do.

Besides, the little doohickey had fit perfectly in his belly button.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

Daniel had very little trouble finding someone to clean the blood on the floor. True to the outfit he was wearing, he waited until the job was completely done, knowing that if it wasn't done right, someone very well could get suspicious about the servant that didn't do his job properly and come looking for him.

Once that was done, he dismissed the people cleaning crew and tried to decide what to do now. Even though he'd told the Jaffa he had been on his way to serve Ba'al, there was really no way he could. The system lord would know who was supposed to be there and who wasn't – especially wearing the livery that Daniel was – and there was no way Daniel could slip past the Jaffa if he wasn't supposed to be there.

He thumbed the device Thor had given him. It didn't need to be activated as far as he knew. He was pretty sure the Asgard would have mentioned that. He sighed, looking around and wondering what he could do while waiting for Thor. It wasn't like he could just hang out in the corridor, after all, and if he were caught snooping around, they'd search him, find the gun and maybe the device, and know he didn't belong where he was.

If he had Sam's brains, he'd head over and find the engine room or something, to check it out. They didn't have a lot of opportunities to see the inner workings of a Goa'uld ship, after all. Being chased by Jaffa the few times that they had been on one made it hard for a person to stop and look around, after all. Daniel, however, could have been turned loose in the engine room – or whatever engineering was called there – and wouldn't have a clue what he was looking for. Instead, he turned and headed toward the direction Sheriff Ruff had come from when they'd crashed into each other.

He might be needed, after all, and was fairly certain he could come up with a reason to be close by if he needed to. He was pretty resourceful, after all, if he did say so himself.

OOOOOOOOO

"The other device is active."

Sam looked over at Thor, surprised.

"He found him already?"

"I did not say that," the Asgard corrected. "I merely said the device is active."

"Meaning Daniel gave it to someone."

"Or someone took it from him," Jack said, darkly. "Maybe the Jaffa-"

"The device will only trigger for a human," Thor said.

"And they're small enough that even if he had been caught, they wouldn't just find them," Sam added. "He must have found him."

O'Neill wasn't so quick to be optimistic, despite the fact that he wanted her to be right.

"So quickly?"

"He could have gotten lucky."

She looked over at Teal'c and her father, hoping one of them would put some opinion in, but the Jaffa couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound like wishful thinking. Jacob wasn't much more help, but he did try.

"Daniel's gotten lucky before, Jack. Who knows? He might have just run into the guy in the hallway or something."

Even Thor looked doubtful.

"As soon as the shields are lowered I will be able to beam them over."

"And until then?" Jack asked.

"We have to hope they stay out of trouble and away from the Jaffa and Goa'uld."

OOOOOOOOOOO

Anthony bowed low as soon as the door swooshed open. The Jaffa looked over at him, but he gave them no reason to be annoyed or suspicious. As much as he hated doing it, acting like a perfect slave was the only way he was going to keep them from searching him, or worse, and he could handle doing it for a little while, he supposed.

What he hadn't realized was that their attention wasn't even close to being focused on him. The Ghouls were all looking at Thumbtack, who had his personal slave on his knees in front of him, arms tied firmly behind him and his face wearing an expression that was decidedly not subservient.

Anthony looked over at the Jaffa, questioning what he was supposed to do, and the Jaffa pointed to his normal position, which he took without hesitation. He didn't know what was going on, exactly, but he was certain that they had managed to find the spy.

Thumbtack looked furious, and Anthony was sure things were going to go from bad to very bad for the man on his knees in front of the Ghoul.