"I didn't see it in the photos," Sam admitted. "Standing together like that it's pretty obvious though isn't it? We did background checks on both of them, but we didn't have time to check for a cover. We just weren't looking for it. Rivera has a son, Dominic, though."
"We need to warn the Detail," Clark told her.
Sam saw a Marine converging on them from the corner of her eye. "Turn around," she commanded. Clark did so with more than a small amount of trepidation. That amount skyrocketed though when he saw the handgun in his captor's hand. It turned to amazement when she reversed the weapon handing it to him butt first. "You may need this," she told him.
He didn't have a chance to take the handgun though as the young Marine guard jogged towards them commanding in a low voice, "Hands where I can see them!"
Sam obeyed spreading her arms out at her sides and letting the weapon hang from her index finger.
Clark ignored the order though. Pointing at the radio the young man wore he demanded, "Get on the radio and tell Price to get the President away from those men."
"They're extremely dangerous," Sam added.
"Don't move!" the young soldier warned again.
"Did you not hear me, corporal?" Clark asked at his most deadly.
"Too late," Sam told him watching helplessly knowing they were too far away to stop the events set in motion as Admiral Chegwidden joined the President. As soon as Colonel Rivers saw who it was approaching him, he pulled a zat obviously realizing the real reason Dr. Rivera had been summoned to Camp David. He fired the zat'nickatel at the nearest agents then darted forward grabbing Admiral Chegwidden as a human shield and pointing his weapon at the President before anyone else could react. When the young corporal tried to rush towards the fight, Sam grabbed his arm. "What do you think you can do?" she demanded when he tried to pull his arm away. "Bullets are bouncing off them. Rushing in isn't going to help."
"Then what will?!" the corporal cried.
Clark answered for her. "This is a situation we're going to have to think our way out of," he told the young soldier then turned to the woman who had been his captor only minutes ago. "I don't suppose you have any ideas, ma'am?" John asked.
Sam turned her head back to the drive where Colonel Rivers now stood with the admiral in front of him as a shield. Rivera stood close. Even at this distance she could see the glowing jewel in the center of his palm. She noted that the shooting had stopped. Another sound had taken its place though. Sam could hear her children crying from inside the SUV. She took a moment to closer her eyes and give thanks they were alive before turning her attention back to Clark and the young soldier. "You two go get my husband and my father," she ordered. "Tell them everything, Mr. Clark. That Rivera's a Goa'uld and the resemblance we noted."
"What about you? What are you going to do?" he demanded.
"Stall for time," Sam answered calmly enough, but her swallow of fear following the statement was clearly visible to both men.
"Why don't you go for your husband, and I'll stall," Clark suggested gently remembering the President's question about their escape from the Goa'uld. She had recently escaped from just such a creature as the one now holding the President. He remembered watching the last POW's leave the plane years ago only months after his failed mission to rescue them. Dr. O'Neill had that same look about her. She was also desperate to save her children. All in all, there were too many unknowns about Dr. Samantha O'Neill and the others with her for him to be comfortable putting her in such a position.
She shook her head denying that possibility. "You don't know enough about the Goa'uld," she reminded Clark. "It's got to be me." As Sam re-holstered her handgun she apologized to Clark, "I think I may need it more than you." Before Clark could protest further Sam's head snapped back towards the stalemate in the clearing between the buildings. She whispered an epitaph as the President began walking towards Rivera obviously having been ordered to do so. "Get Jack!" she ordered Clark once more then sprinted towards the President. "He's a Goa'uld, Mr. President! Don't get any closer!" Sam screamed. Her forward momentum was abruptly halted when Rivera turned and gave proof to her words by hurling her into the air with the ribbon device he wore on his hand.
"Dr. O'Neill!" the President cried as he turned to go to her help.
"Do not," the Goa'uld within Rivera warned. "Come here."
The President hesitated giving Sam the time she needed to roll to her feet though she doubted she'd get any points for grace in the maneuver. "Stay where you are, Mr. President" she told him in direct opposition to the Goa'uld. It was too late though. Using its heightened speed, the Goa'uld reached out and grabbed the President. Ryan struggled futilely against the supernatural strength of the Goa'uld. "Don't struggle, Mr. President," Sam instructed. "It's incredibly strong. You won't be able to get away from it."
"The infamous Major Samantha Carter," the Goa'uld greeted her. "My former host regretted that he didn't listen to your warning."
"Your former host?" she asked stalling for time just as she'd told Clark she would.
"Adrian Conrad, of course," the Goa'uld informed her.
"Ahh," Sam intoned. "So the NID helped you escape just like we guessed. Who shot Jack?"
"Colonel Samuels," it answered. The expression on Rivera's face showed that the Goa'uld enjoyed remembering the incident. "He and his NID handlers were disappointed you'd survived, Major...but it's doctor now isn't it. You retired and married O'Neill. Where is your husband?"
"Looking for where the NID were holding the twins," Sam answered. "Admiral Chegwidden arranged for us to make a personal plea for help to the President. So we split up. I came here while he kept looking. We thought a plea from a mother would have more impact."
Easily picking up the thread of her lie, the President added, "I ordered Kinsey to have her children brought here."
"Surrender and we'll make sure they let you live," Sam offered the Goa'uld needing to turn his attention back to her and away from the President.
"I think not," the Goa'uld replied backing towards the SUV a few yards away. Colonel Rivers began edging towards the vehicle as well careful to keep his own human shield in front of him. "I think we'll..."
The gua'uld's refusal was cut off when Sam, moving with speed and efficiency, pulled her handgun from its holster and fired off four rounds in quick succession. Each double tap of bullets found their mark. Over the wails of the frightened infants inside the SUV could be heard the loud hiss of air escaping from the front tires. Sam queried, "...be going? I think not." Having cut off their escape route, Sam re-holstered her weapon. "I'd say we have a stalemate."