"Sir, what will happen to us when we're exposed?" Kinch asked trying to make up his mind.

"From what I'm told, we'll go to sleep for an hour, and then we'll be stunned with the Zat gun. When we wake up it will be over, and we shouldn't feel any different," Hogan answered.

"Wait one bloody minute! They're gonna use that weapon thingy that nearly killed me best friend and Sam on us?" Newkirk was outraged.

"I've already been shot by that thing once, and two shots from it will kill a person. I'm willing to do my part, but I don't want to die before the job even starts!" Carter sounded terrified, his eyes were large, and all the color had drained from his face.

"You're right two successive shots will kill a person. However, it's been long enough since you were shot yesterday, that it will only cause you to fall unconscious again. Colonel O'Neill and I have both been shot numerous times with a Zat in the past, and we're both fine," Sam spoke up trying to reassure the younger man. "Once the tingling feeling stops, then its safe for a person to be hit again and it won't kill them."

"Well, that only took about ten minutes for it to go away completely," Carter answered not quite as scared.

"Why would you allow yourself to be shot with that thing more than once?" The French Corporal asked confused.

"That's not a question that can be asked at this time," Hogan reminded him.

"What will happen is that the Nish'ta will render you unconscious as it circulates through your bodies for about an hour. Hopefully, you'll still be unconscious at that time and we can use the Zat on you, so when you wake up it's all over with and you don't remember being Zatted," Sam explained. "The worst case scenario is that you might wake up before the hour is over and then you'll remember being Zatted. Kinch, it's possible with the irritation in your lungs from the smoke that the Nish'ta may cause more irritation. I have no idea what that might look like." Kinch shook his head in understanding, he had more to consider than the others.

"Wilson and Anderson will be watching over us the entire time just in case there are any problems. I won't order anyone to do this, but I need to know your decision. Are you going out on this job or not?" Hogan asked looking each man in the eye.

"Gentlemen, I'm going to inhale this chemical, so if you wish to watch and see what happens to me that would be fine. I don't mind going first," Tiger challenged the men with a familiar resolve that they'd seen in her many times before. There was no telling Tiger no when she had made her mind up; her nickname fit her well. "We have to rescue Pierre, and he will be working late tomorrow night in anticipation of our arrival. We must make sure the Nazis' don't put this nasty chemical inside the rockets, and then infect all the people in London or any other town. Can you imagine what would happen if Hitler had control of every one's free will?"

"Or what if Seth was able to infect Hitler with the stuff," O'Neill said from where he'd been listening and observing the conversation up to now.

"You can count me in, we can't allow any of that to happen," LeBeau said with fire in his eyes.

"I'm in too, sir," Carter answered still looking a bit scared.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Kinch answered as his heart beat so fast he thought everyone in the tunnel could hear it. His lungs felt fine and that didn't concern him as much as it seemed to bother Major Carter. This chemical was scary, and if he could go without being exposed to it he would, but that wasn't an option.

"Newkirk, what about you?" Hogan asked pointedly.

"We can't let that bloody stuff be spread all over London. What do we need to do?" Newkirk said a lot braver than he felt; he would do whatever was needed to save his home country.

The group moved down the tunnels into the sleeping area for escaping prisoners, which Sam and Tiger had previously set up with several cots and blankets. Everyone picked a place and sat down waiting for their turn as Sam brought the Nish'ta around; a few seconds after a few deep breaths of the stuff they fell unconscious. O'Neill made sure they were safely lying on the cot and covered with a blanket, as Sam moved onto the next person. After everyone was under the Nish'ta's control and fast asleep, the medics were allowed into the room to check their patients' vital signs, no one was showing any signs of stress.

"Ma'am, are there are long term effects of this drug that we should be concerned about?" Joe Wilson, the camp's senior medic asked. This whole business made him uncomfortable, but Hogan had ordered him to not make the men anymore nervous than they would already be.

"No Sergeant, there has never been any longer term effects noted," Sam tried to reassure him.

"Can you tell me where did this stuff come from? Is it something that our government made? You seem pretty familiar with it," Wilson asked hoping but not expecting an answer.

"I can honestly tell you that our government didn't develop this chemical, but stumbled upon it when we found it in enemy hands. We don't know who actually came up with it, but it's too dangerous to leave in Axis hands," Sam answered.

"I don't know what the two of you do when you're not with us, but I have a feeling your jobs are more hazardous than those of Hogan's team," Anderson said softly. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to know what they did.

"Oh I'd say we have very unusual job," O'Neill responded nodding his head, but he wasn't going to explain. Yep, they had the coolest and strangest job in the universe, O'Neill thought. On a daily basis, they were able to explore the planets in several galaxies, and save Earth from enemies more dangerous than anyone here could imagine. By now SG-1 had saved Earth at least four or fives times and that never got old. Suddenly, Kinch started coughing bringing everyone's attention back to the people sleeping on the cots. Both medics were at his side instantly checking him out. "Make sure you don't wake him," O'Neill reminded them softly.

Kinch continued to cough as Anderson propped him up on a pillow, which seemed to ease his breathing somewhat. All they could do now was wait and watch.