Lawrence and Sgt. Penhall came out of the underbrush while the last two
members of SG-3 stayed hidden in case of further attack. Teal'c stood from
where he had been kneeling by the woman's body and turned to O'Neill.
"She is dead, O'Neill." he stated.
"I shot her three times," Penhall says in disbelief, "she brushes it off like the shots were nothing, but one hit from the Colonel's zat and she's dead?"
"It appears that is the case," Teal'c answers arching one brow. "It's most unusual."
"Damn," Maj. Lawrence said. "The Goa'uld didn't waste any time did they, Colonel?"
"No, they didn't," replied O'Neill. "Major, take your team and scout ahead. She said something about leaving Wilcox along the path. Check it out and watch your six."
"Yes, sir," Lawrence replied then he and Penhall headed back into underbrush and through the trees.
O'Neill looked down at the woman lying dead before him and felt the anger welling up inside. All he wanted to do was find the Goa'uld and kill them all, but if he were going to find out where they were, he couldn't let his anger interfere with his judgement. Dealing with Jenna being dead was one thing but finding out that one of those damn snakes had taken her over had been a blow. Especially since it was his shot that had brought her down. Yet the whole thing didn't add up. Even wounded Goa'uld's were more resilient than this.
"I don't think she was taken over by a Goa'uld, Colonel," Jonas said. He'd been silent up until now. Starring at the dead body before him as Sam had been ministering to his wounded hand.
"He is correct, O'Neill," added Teal'c. "I did not sense a Goa'uld presence within her. It was why I went out first, to make sure that she hadn't been taken over."
"I hadn't detected anything either, Colonel," Carter chimed in as she finished wrapping Jonas's hand. "Unless the Goa'uld have come up with a way to mask themselves. In which case we'll be in a world of ..."
"That's not what I meant, Sam," Jonas interrupted. "Whoever she was, she wasn't Jenna either. I knew it the moment I touched her."
"What do you mean?" O'Neill asked. "How do you know that's not Jenna?"
"She just didn't *feel* like Jenna," Jonas looked at each one of them, searching for a sign that someone understood what he was saying. "It's not something I can explain, sir. I've always seem to just know whenever Jenna was coming to see me. It's like feeling wind pushing against you." "Sure it's not hormones?" O'Neill asked.
"No, sir," Sam said. "I never thought about it, but he's right. Every time Jenna's come around I've always known she was there before I actually saw her. Maybe not on the level that Jonas is talking about I mean I've never felt anything physically, but I did sense her. It's probably the result of the intermingling that occurred earlier this year. This might be what we need in order to find Jenna and Col. Wilcox."
Just then they heard gunfire in the distance. O'Neill was the first to take off, followed by Sam and Teal'c. Jonas started after them, but stopped short. He'd caught movement coming from the corner of his eye. He quickly turned and looked into the trees, bringing his weapon up to balance on top of the arm of his wounded hand. The forest before him looked clear and he was about to join the others when he saw it again.
Weaving in and out of the trees, Jonas saw a faint light approaching him. He kept his sights on the object as it approached. Then suddenly it was before him and, startled, Jonas fell back and his weapon went off. Looking up at the light, Jonas thought he detected a hint of laughter then a very faint voice. Jonas. I didn't know if you'd be able to see me. Follow me.
"Jonas, come in," O'Neill shouted over his walkie talkie.
"Colonel," he replied, "there's something here. I think it's Jenna. I'm going to follow it."
"Jonas, wait. I'm sending Carter."
"Sorry, sir, she's already on the move heading west," Jonas took off after the light as O'Neill continued to shout at him through the radio.
"She is dead, O'Neill." he stated.
"I shot her three times," Penhall says in disbelief, "she brushes it off like the shots were nothing, but one hit from the Colonel's zat and she's dead?"
"It appears that is the case," Teal'c answers arching one brow. "It's most unusual."
"Damn," Maj. Lawrence said. "The Goa'uld didn't waste any time did they, Colonel?"
"No, they didn't," replied O'Neill. "Major, take your team and scout ahead. She said something about leaving Wilcox along the path. Check it out and watch your six."
"Yes, sir," Lawrence replied then he and Penhall headed back into underbrush and through the trees.
O'Neill looked down at the woman lying dead before him and felt the anger welling up inside. All he wanted to do was find the Goa'uld and kill them all, but if he were going to find out where they were, he couldn't let his anger interfere with his judgement. Dealing with Jenna being dead was one thing but finding out that one of those damn snakes had taken her over had been a blow. Especially since it was his shot that had brought her down. Yet the whole thing didn't add up. Even wounded Goa'uld's were more resilient than this.
"I don't think she was taken over by a Goa'uld, Colonel," Jonas said. He'd been silent up until now. Starring at the dead body before him as Sam had been ministering to his wounded hand.
"He is correct, O'Neill," added Teal'c. "I did not sense a Goa'uld presence within her. It was why I went out first, to make sure that she hadn't been taken over."
"I hadn't detected anything either, Colonel," Carter chimed in as she finished wrapping Jonas's hand. "Unless the Goa'uld have come up with a way to mask themselves. In which case we'll be in a world of ..."
"That's not what I meant, Sam," Jonas interrupted. "Whoever she was, she wasn't Jenna either. I knew it the moment I touched her."
"What do you mean?" O'Neill asked. "How do you know that's not Jenna?"
"She just didn't *feel* like Jenna," Jonas looked at each one of them, searching for a sign that someone understood what he was saying. "It's not something I can explain, sir. I've always seem to just know whenever Jenna was coming to see me. It's like feeling wind pushing against you." "Sure it's not hormones?" O'Neill asked.
"No, sir," Sam said. "I never thought about it, but he's right. Every time Jenna's come around I've always known she was there before I actually saw her. Maybe not on the level that Jonas is talking about I mean I've never felt anything physically, but I did sense her. It's probably the result of the intermingling that occurred earlier this year. This might be what we need in order to find Jenna and Col. Wilcox."
Just then they heard gunfire in the distance. O'Neill was the first to take off, followed by Sam and Teal'c. Jonas started after them, but stopped short. He'd caught movement coming from the corner of his eye. He quickly turned and looked into the trees, bringing his weapon up to balance on top of the arm of his wounded hand. The forest before him looked clear and he was about to join the others when he saw it again.
Weaving in and out of the trees, Jonas saw a faint light approaching him. He kept his sights on the object as it approached. Then suddenly it was before him and, startled, Jonas fell back and his weapon went off. Looking up at the light, Jonas thought he detected a hint of laughter then a very faint voice. Jonas. I didn't know if you'd be able to see me. Follow me.
"Jonas, come in," O'Neill shouted over his walkie talkie.
"Colonel," he replied, "there's something here. I think it's Jenna. I'm going to follow it."
"Jonas, wait. I'm sending Carter."
"Sorry, sir, she's already on the move heading west," Jonas took off after the light as O'Neill continued to shout at him through the radio.