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The nine warriors dropped with a groan to the ground at the edge of the forest, quickly taking up binoculars to view the base below them.
"Crap" was the instant comment from O'Neill.
"Indeed" Teal'c added.
"Well, at least there are no supersoldiers around" Buffy replied philosophically.
"Why didn't we bring some of our own?" Xander commented.
"They were too busy showing the US Navy what a mothership is capable off, and how to drive one" Giles replied.
"Figures"
"But you know, I think the Gun towers, the full regiment of Jaffa and the squadron of fighters might just be a problem" Xander continued, deadpan.
"Indeed" Giles and Teal'c commented, the timing getting them strange, mildly amused looks from the rest of the team.
"So, Willow" O'Neill turned to the red haired witch, "any chance of an invisibility spell?"
Willow shook her head apologetically, "Didn't bring enough ingredients with me for that, and it is pretty draining anyway"
"Damn, okay looks like we are going to have to… do… …this… What the hell?" O'Neill commented, his eyes following a group of strange gaited Jaffa as they were carefully led into the research facility, their clothes dirty, covered in mud. His nose twitched as the breeze turned, bringing an awful smell to his nose. No, that wasn't mud. He winched, he really wished he hadn't figured out what the smell and the strange gait meant, that would keep him in nightmares for months, something combat or torture rarely did. He would certainly never look at a toilet in quite the same light again.
"Distraction?" Buffy asked.
"No good, they have enough Guards around that they can send some to investigate and still keep the entrances guarded" Carter replied.
"I'm assuming that is what the group of Jaffa over there are for" Giles commented, pointing towards a group of about ten Jaffa who just seemed to be hanging around, not doing anything.
O'Neill nodded almost approvingly, whoever had arranged the defence of this place obviously had more smarts than most Goa'ulds, or Jaffa.
Xander looked around, something bothering his 'soldier boy', something he had seen but not quite registered… He stiffened, and then slowly rolled to his right. Where he dropped, disappearing into the grass. He glanced around swiftly, then smiled and rose to his feet, his head just poking through the grass.
"Hey guys"
They turned, showing collective expressions of surprise as they saw his disembodied head, his neck disappearing into the grass.
"Looks like a really old Tok'ra tunnel down here, you'll have to duck though" he dropped down, looking at the tunnel, "roofs a little on the low side"