**1232 Hours, General's Office, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
His swollen eyes and fingers, blue face and his sweaty palms trembled. He knew this was no ordinary battle. Yet he also knew what obligations a newly elected president had. 12 Days, the clock was ticking. He picked up the telephone. "Mr President." – "Sir, we have a situation on hand." – "Yes sir, Mr President." – "No, sir. I do not believe that's a wise choice." – "With all do respect, Mr President, when New York city is eradicated, your voters won't re-elect you either, will they?" – "This has gotten out of control." – "They have the power, yes." – "Thank you, sir." – "No, I assure you it will not affect the election in 4 years." – "So is that a yes?" – "Sir, please." – "You have an obligation to defend this country, as do I. Now if I don't get Deathcon 3 here, there won't be any country to be defended." – "Yes, 10 days and a couple of hours." – Silence... He slammed down the receiver.
**1241 Hours, Procedure Room, Yirgand Fighter Ship**
"Come on, come on!" Sam's face was worried, as she desperately continued her search. She could hear the clunks, as more and more tried to breach the door. It would not be long before one would transport into the room. She scrambled to get a Disc out of her pocket, from which she could download more information, and decode it. Her eyes broadened at the sight of a text over transportation. "Light…"
She saved all the files on 2 separate discs, both ready to be decoded back on earth. Taking out a flashlight, she shined it to the ceiling. Alas, the small glass blocks were there. She stood beneath one, and shone the light straight at the object.
A blue flash surrounded her, the transparent white net forming around her. She picked up one of the Diallers. Punching in random numbers, she quickly zapped through the ship, until finally gaining sight of Colonel O'Neill. She opened her eyes, looking above. She was still positioned inside the procedure room, barely a second had passed. She concentrated hard upon the destination, and the thinking crushed her very soul.
**1241 Hours, Execution Corridor, Yirgand Fighter Ship**
Jack poised his Dual Desert Eagles at the empty corridor, Teal'c had his Staff weapon armed and ready. Daniel raised his weapon. The flash slammed through the corridor, blinding the three for a brief moment. Jack could make out a scarce image of a someone – or something lurking, crouching. He fired a shot into the air, to give his position. Teal'c ran forth, ready to fire.
"Clear." Jack gave a nod, then went forth. He found Carter on the floor. "Sam!"
Blood dripped from her face, her skin torn all over, her eyes moving slowly. Her firm lips were plushed, saliva flooding off her face, nose cracked. "Sam, you alright?"
Sam did not answer. Minutes passed, Jack's eyes remaining fixed upon his colleague and friend. Finally, Sam rolled to the side. "Yirgand…"
"What about them?"
"Yirgand… Many." – "Many Yirgand."
Jack quirked an eyebrow.
"How did you get here?"
"Transport. Mind hurt. Lots Mind hurt." Sam's depressing statements rushed fear into Daniel, he had never seen her like this. "How do you activate it?"
"White…" – "White…" – "Light glass."
Jack looked up. "Daniel, give me that flashlight."
He held the source of light into Sam's view-field. "Sam, what to do with the light?"
Sam's eyes rolled to the top, she muttered. "Cellar." – "Cell." –"Cecilia." – "Ceiling."
Jack shone the light directly at the glass box. Sam grabbed her Commander, the white net formed around her, not Jack.
Once again, it lay in front of her. She floated through the walls, through the ship, through information. Her thoughts rendered through the gates, and into the Hall of Wisdom, in front of the Stargate.
Daniel and Teal'c held Sam, as all were covered with a bluish wave of speed. Sam's heart stopped beating. They were in the Hall.
**1251 Hours, Stargate Command, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
The Alarm was loud. "Safety off!" General Hammond watched his gate, his men circling around it. 3 Mobile Machine Guns were stationed, their pilots ready to spit bullets at whoever was to enter.
Jack was the first to fall out of the gate, his body rolling down the ramp, Daniel carried Sam through the gate, his back ridden with Daggers. Finally Teal'c entered, one single Dagger in his arm, 14 inside his back.
"Medics, get in there. Gentlemen, escort SG1." He turned off the microphone, and looked at Janet. "Clones?" Janet shook her head. "I do not know."
**1252 Hours, Command Room, Yirgand Fighter Ship**
Allah laughed, as his men told him of the 'miraculous' escape. "The Infidels have fallen for many traps, your god has made thou wise. Ye shall go forth, and ready for jihad."
Mohammad's smile could not be seen behind his reddish cloak. A blue flash transported him out of the room. Allah chuckled. He knew that he could convince anyone that he were a god.
His swollen eyes and fingers, blue face and his sweaty palms trembled. He knew this was no ordinary battle. Yet he also knew what obligations a newly elected president had. 12 Days, the clock was ticking. He picked up the telephone. "Mr President." – "Sir, we have a situation on hand." – "Yes sir, Mr President." – "No, sir. I do not believe that's a wise choice." – "With all do respect, Mr President, when New York city is eradicated, your voters won't re-elect you either, will they?" – "This has gotten out of control." – "They have the power, yes." – "Thank you, sir." – "No, I assure you it will not affect the election in 4 years." – "So is that a yes?" – "Sir, please." – "You have an obligation to defend this country, as do I. Now if I don't get Deathcon 3 here, there won't be any country to be defended." – "Yes, 10 days and a couple of hours." – Silence... He slammed down the receiver.
**1241 Hours, Procedure Room, Yirgand Fighter Ship**
"Come on, come on!" Sam's face was worried, as she desperately continued her search. She could hear the clunks, as more and more tried to breach the door. It would not be long before one would transport into the room. She scrambled to get a Disc out of her pocket, from which she could download more information, and decode it. Her eyes broadened at the sight of a text over transportation. "Light…"
She saved all the files on 2 separate discs, both ready to be decoded back on earth. Taking out a flashlight, she shined it to the ceiling. Alas, the small glass blocks were there. She stood beneath one, and shone the light straight at the object.
A blue flash surrounded her, the transparent white net forming around her. She picked up one of the Diallers. Punching in random numbers, she quickly zapped through the ship, until finally gaining sight of Colonel O'Neill. She opened her eyes, looking above. She was still positioned inside the procedure room, barely a second had passed. She concentrated hard upon the destination, and the thinking crushed her very soul.
**1241 Hours, Execution Corridor, Yirgand Fighter Ship**
Jack poised his Dual Desert Eagles at the empty corridor, Teal'c had his Staff weapon armed and ready. Daniel raised his weapon. The flash slammed through the corridor, blinding the three for a brief moment. Jack could make out a scarce image of a someone – or something lurking, crouching. He fired a shot into the air, to give his position. Teal'c ran forth, ready to fire.
"Clear." Jack gave a nod, then went forth. He found Carter on the floor. "Sam!"
Blood dripped from her face, her skin torn all over, her eyes moving slowly. Her firm lips were plushed, saliva flooding off her face, nose cracked. "Sam, you alright?"
Sam did not answer. Minutes passed, Jack's eyes remaining fixed upon his colleague and friend. Finally, Sam rolled to the side. "Yirgand…"
"What about them?"
"Yirgand… Many." – "Many Yirgand."
Jack quirked an eyebrow.
"How did you get here?"
"Transport. Mind hurt. Lots Mind hurt." Sam's depressing statements rushed fear into Daniel, he had never seen her like this. "How do you activate it?"
"White…" – "White…" – "Light glass."
Jack looked up. "Daniel, give me that flashlight."
He held the source of light into Sam's view-field. "Sam, what to do with the light?"
Sam's eyes rolled to the top, she muttered. "Cellar." – "Cell." –"Cecilia." – "Ceiling."
Jack shone the light directly at the glass box. Sam grabbed her Commander, the white net formed around her, not Jack.
Once again, it lay in front of her. She floated through the walls, through the ship, through information. Her thoughts rendered through the gates, and into the Hall of Wisdom, in front of the Stargate.
Daniel and Teal'c held Sam, as all were covered with a bluish wave of speed. Sam's heart stopped beating. They were in the Hall.
**1251 Hours, Stargate Command, Cheyenne Mountain Facility**
The Alarm was loud. "Safety off!" General Hammond watched his gate, his men circling around it. 3 Mobile Machine Guns were stationed, their pilots ready to spit bullets at whoever was to enter.
Jack was the first to fall out of the gate, his body rolling down the ramp, Daniel carried Sam through the gate, his back ridden with Daggers. Finally Teal'c entered, one single Dagger in his arm, 14 inside his back.
"Medics, get in there. Gentlemen, escort SG1." He turned off the microphone, and looked at Janet. "Clones?" Janet shook her head. "I do not know."
**1252 Hours, Command Room, Yirgand Fighter Ship**
Allah laughed, as his men told him of the 'miraculous' escape. "The Infidels have fallen for many traps, your god has made thou wise. Ye shall go forth, and ready for jihad."
Mohammad's smile could not be seen behind his reddish cloak. A blue flash transported him out of the room. Allah chuckled. He knew that he could convince anyone that he were a god.