Earlier in the day:

After finishing the fitted for the Gestapo uniform, Newkirk asked O'Neill if they could talk. LeBeau had taken the uniform to begin the sewing.

"I wanted to apologize for shooting the Major and me mate Carter." Newkirk fidgeted a bit from nervousness as he stood in front of O'Neill.

"Why did you dig through the Major's bag after being ordered to not snoop? The Zat was buried at least halfway down inside the bag." O'Neill wanted some answers from the Corporal.

"I'm not sure, I guess curiosity got the better of me," Newkirk wasn't the type to shrink from his responsibilities, but he found himself wanting this to be over.

"You're a good man, but you need a bit more discipline. If both of those shots had hit the Major, she would have died instantly. The same thing could have happened to Sergeant Carter," O'Neill was like Hogan he didn't enjoy this part of command but it was necessary. "How do I know that you're not going to try something like that in the future?"

"I give you my word sir, I won't bother any of your stuff again," Newkirk looked him in the eye; his word was all he had to offer.

O'Neill studied him for a long moment before answering, could he really trust Newkirk? From Newkirk's future or was it history, whatever the right term was O'Neill knew he could trust him, and right now he had a chance to change their personal history. This apology and the protectiveness he'd seen in the man for his team only led to impress O'Neill more about the type of man Newkirk was. "Your word is all I need Corporal, we'll consider the matter closed."

"Thank you sir," Newkirk gave him a crisp salute, which O'Neill returned. Newkirk went to help LeBeau with the uniform. O'Neill isn't such a bad man after all; he's a lot like the Gov'nor, Newkirk thought as he turned to leave.

O'Neill climbed up the ladder that came up under the bunk bed trap door to talk to Hogan. He knocked on Hogan's office door and waited until he heard an 'enter', before going in and closing the door behind him. Hogan was sitting on his top bunk reading a book when O'Neill took a seat at the table. He wasn't sure how to start this conversation, or how Hogan was going to react to it.

"What do you think Sam will find out there?" Hogan asked putting his book down and looking over at O'Neill.

"I have no idea, I wish you'd given me some more answers on that part," O'Neill answered. He paused for a moment; there was no easy way to do approach this. He'd have to take the direct route. "Sam has come up with a good idea to help us with taking out the laboratory."

"Oh, what's that?" Hogan asked with great interest.

"I think we should use the Nish'ta she brought back from the professor and expose your team to it," O'Neill started but was interrupted.

"Oh HELL NO we're not doing that!" Hogan yelled as he jumped down from the bunk. The men in the outer room of the barracks could hear him shout. Several looked at each other wondering what was going on behind closed doors. "Why on Earth would you even consider such an action?"

"That was my initial reaction to her suggestion too, but it makes sense. Once a person has been exposed to the drug, and then it's cleared from their system they can never be re-infected. We have no way of knowing if the chemical would be released upon an invading force. If it is, than the entire team could wind up working for the Germans, and telling everything they know about this operation and the underground. Even having one person dosed with it raises the risk of exposure. We already know that several people out there are under its effects. This would be the prudent action to take," O'Neill explained as Hogan stared at him.

"Won't your recon of the site this afternoon give us the intel to know if we needed to do that?" Hogan wasn't ready to give in, but O'Neill did have a valid point.

"That's one of the things I'll be looking for, but depending on where it's setup, I might not have access to it. Besides, it could be set off before we could get to the controls. Carter and I have been exposed to it in the past and can't be affected by it again. I really can't see another way around not doing the same thing to everyone else going inside the facility with us." O'Neill hadn't been keen on being exposed to the drug himself when they had to be, but lives were at stake. Now some very valuable lives were at stake, and he had to do whatever was needed to protect them.

"What would this Nish'ta do to my men?" Hogan was still shaking his head; he couldn't believe he was even considering it.

"It smells nasty, but then they'd fall unconscious for a while. We'd need to let it work itself through their bodies for just over an hour, and then clear it from them. When we were exposed, we slept the first forty-five minutes, and then were awaken to start serving Seth. I'd suggest letting everyone sleep through the experience as long as they can." O'Neill didn't want to think about that mission or explain parts of it.

"Wait a minute, are you telling me that you were exposed to this drug by Seth, and that he had control of you?" Hogan wasn't sure what he was hearing, O'Neill nodded his head yes. "How do I know you're not under his control now?"

"Because it was two years ago, and an electrical charge clears it permanently from the body. We knew we were going to be dosed with it so we had a plan in place to clear it from us," O'Neill answered thinking about the little ear pieces that Carter had rigged to emit the electrical charge when Teal'c, one of their other team members, activated it.

"How exactly do you plan to rid it from us?" Hogan didn't like the idea, but it might be the only way to ensure everyone came back in one piece.

"After it works its way through your systems, we'd use the Zat on everyone. Then they'd never be able to be under its control again."

"Whoa…wait a minute; my Carter has already been hit by that thing once. You said two shots from it killed a person." Hogan wasn't going to let one of his men be killed by something his own military was using in the future.

"That's two shots within a few minutes of each other. He wouldn't be in any danger from it now. Once I was shot three times within an hour with one and I'm still here." O'Neill needed him to understand he wasn't trying to put the men in any risk.

"We'd have to wait until lights out tonight to make sure the Krauts didn't barge in the middle of it." Hogan ran a hand over his face, wondering how he was going to get his men to agree to being exposed. "What about Marya, she's going with you this afternoon. What if she's exposed while on the tour?"

"I've thought about that, this little tour might be the way to get Burkhalter under Seth's control, before the big meeting with Hitler. I don't think we have enough of the drug to expose Marya and the rest of the team. If she is dosed with it, I'll have to find a way to deal with the situation." O'Neill was hoping that part of his recon would get Seth to reveal his plans.

"All right, after you get back I'll explain this to my men, and then after lights out we'll do it. I'll ask Marya to keep Burkhalter and Klink busy for us until mid-night. That should give us a good two and half hours without interruptions to take care of business." Hogan acquiesced as he paced around his room, and then he stopped in front of O'Neill and asked with serious eyes. "Jack, will this help stop my big mistake?"

Shaking his head before he answered, "Rob," he started and stopped, taking a deep breath as he changed his mind, "yes, I think it may prevent the situation entirely."

"Then I'll make sure everyone is dosed tonight," Rob answered, thankful for a little bit of information. He couldn't second guess himself, but he was willing to take Jack's lead for now.