The Report, part 7

Ding was impressed by the size of the SGC's armory, but less so by the lack of choice, "Why can't I take one of those MP5's over there?"

"No, those are Intars, Goa'uld training weapons." Carter shook her head, "They look like the real thing, but they only stun."

"Really?" Ding raised and eyebrow, "Have to see about getting a few of them for Rainbow: we've had complaints about our kill/capture ratio. So anyway, what can I take?"

Carter handed him a stocky looking weapon, "P90 5.7mm sub-machine gun. Single shot or full auto, 50-round internal magazine, 900 rpm, effective range of 200-meters."

"Bit heavier than the MP5/10, and the grip's different." Ding lifted the gun, "Is their somewhere I can squeeze off a few rounds?" Carter nodded, pointing to a door across the room, "There's a firing range through there." She took the P90 back in inserted a loaded magazine, "Rounds fall down rather than to the side, so don't be confused if they fall against your leg."

Ding nodded, walking across the room and through the door into the armory. He took up position in the first stall, carefully put the ear protectors on, and raised his weapon, pointing at the target at the far end. He sighted down the P90's small telescopic sight, and then gently squeezed the trigger. The first round when straight through the Q-ring, as did the second and third. Ding looked at his weapon for a moment, found the trigger group selector, flipped it to full-auto, and took aim.

Carter was surprised when the next burst of fire cored out the center of the target's 'chest', followed by a second, shorter, burst that decapitated the target, dropping cutout to the floor, "Impressive."

"I try." Ding smiled.

"He's very trying at times." Clark said from the doorway, "But I've learnt to put up with him." He walked over to Ding, who handed over the P90 and ear protectors.

"Let's see how good you are, Pops."

"I've told you not to call me that!" Clark growled.

"What every you say Mr. C." Ding grinned.

Clark shook his head as he took aim at a second target, and demolished it as quickly as his subordinate had. He looked at the P90, "Not bad, but you'd have to make sure what you were aiming at if you fired it in a built-up area."

O'Neill, Jonas, Teal'c and Anise/Freya stood waiting in the embarkation room, the Tok'ra looking rather uncomfortable in BDU's, "Jack, is it really necessary for me to dress like this, or carry a weapon?"

"Well Freya, you insisted on coming on this mission." O'Neill smiled, "And it's only a Zat; not like we're asking you to carry Teal'c's staff-weapon."

The former Jaffa nodded, his Death-glider cannon hanging over his shoulder by its strap, "Indeed, many Goa'uld do not even consider the zat'nika'tel to be a true weapon."

Carter walked through the doorway, followed by Clark and Chavez, "Ready to go sir?"

O'Neill nodded, "Oh, we where just discussing Goa'uld battlefield fashion."

The Stargate started to spin as General Hammond's voice came over the intercom, "Good luck people; let's bring our man home." The final chevron clinked into place, activating the wormhole.

The seven members of the rescue team walked up the ram towards the gate. Clark looked at the event horizon, "Anything specific we should do before we, well, what ever you call it?"

O'Neill smiled, "Take a deep breath; your first reaction on the other side is always to breath out."

Clark and Chavez nodded, following the others through.

To Be Continued…