"A good team is a sum of its parts." Jack explained. "Different teams have
different needs for different situations. Take SG-1 for example, we're an
exploratory, first contact team. Teal'c and I provide the muscle and the
tactical skills, whereas you and Daniel are the brains, the diplomats and
that works for what we do."
"But for this I'm going to need a different type of team." Sam concluded.
"Right, this is about evasion. Not getting caught, that takes tactical skills; it also takes survival skills and quick thinking."
"Okay." Sam said taking notes.
"One thing..."
"Yes?" Sam said.
"Hammond said you had the option to take Teal'c with you, I suggest you do."
"I was planning to and Salter." Sam added.
"Salter? Why him?"
"I was talking to Janet, he's good in the field, plus he has medical training. Always need a medic in these situations."
"Good. But you do have one advantage over the other teams."
"What's that?"
"You get information on everyone of the participants whereas they get no information on your team."
"How do you know about this?"
"I was in one of these games years ago. But this is where you need to think smart."
"That shouldn't be too hard." Sam smiled. "But why am I thinking smart?"
"Every team has a chink in their armour, their weak link."
"And who's ours?"
"Daniel, but some times he's our strongest link, it's a double edged sword. But Daniel's Daniel, we're used to him. But that's not the point."
"What is?"
"Find the chink and use it to your tactical advantage. Information is good in these kinds of situations; it allows you to stop being the hunted and become the hunter."
"Take them out before they take you out." Sam summarised.
"Exactly. They'll be shooting blanks with different colour dyes to indicate who killed who, but we can probably talk the General into letting you have the Intars. They can be explained away as stun guns better than Zats. Knock them out and paint big red crosses on their foreheads. That will be the sign of a kill shot, which means they are out of the games. Ritual humiliation isn't a bad part of this exercise."
"You want me to humiliate them?"
"These men have the highest levels of training in their fields. I can pretty guarantee that there will be no women on any of those teams."
"But we don't send women into front line combat situations on Earth." Sam said.
"Women are supposed to the ones who stay at home with the kids and cry when they're reunited with their men on TV. It's bad politics to send women into front line when it'll show up on CNN. That's why they get the intelligence jobs."
"But..."
"But we know you can all handle it. You and the rest of the women on the SG teams prove it on a daily basis. But this isn't a galaxy far far away, this is Earth so show them what you're made of."
"Okay. So we have three, now need a final three. Hammond says I can have any member of any SG team except the team leaders."
"Find some who is a sharpshooter. They're always good to have. Explosive experts."
"Jack, I can blow up pretty much anything by myself."
"Okay you were asking for suggestions. We'll go through the personnel reports on Monday and then we'll set your team about researching your opponents once they've been informed that they are the chosen few."
"Shame we still haven't got the Pentagon's computer systems I'm sure they could tell us a lot more information than the cheat sheets they're going to give me."
"Don't worry it's not like we don't know people." Jack reminded her.
"You know what I have an idea." Sam said.
"What?"
"We have the weekend off let's forget about this and watch a movie?"
"And what do you want to watch?" Jack questioned.
"Bull Durham." Sam replied.
"Why Bull Durham?" Jack asked.
"Why not?"
"Good enough reason for doing something as any I've ever heard."
"There was this girl who had a psychology paper on which one of the questions was why; do you know what she responded?"
"No, but I think you're about to tell me."
"Why not? She got full marks for it."
"Given my experience with psychologist and psychiatrists I can understand that. Bull Durham it is. Go and find it and I'll make some popcorn."
"Sounds like a plan."
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"But for this I'm going to need a different type of team." Sam concluded.
"Right, this is about evasion. Not getting caught, that takes tactical skills; it also takes survival skills and quick thinking."
"Okay." Sam said taking notes.
"One thing..."
"Yes?" Sam said.
"Hammond said you had the option to take Teal'c with you, I suggest you do."
"I was planning to and Salter." Sam added.
"Salter? Why him?"
"I was talking to Janet, he's good in the field, plus he has medical training. Always need a medic in these situations."
"Good. But you do have one advantage over the other teams."
"What's that?"
"You get information on everyone of the participants whereas they get no information on your team."
"How do you know about this?"
"I was in one of these games years ago. But this is where you need to think smart."
"That shouldn't be too hard." Sam smiled. "But why am I thinking smart?"
"Every team has a chink in their armour, their weak link."
"And who's ours?"
"Daniel, but some times he's our strongest link, it's a double edged sword. But Daniel's Daniel, we're used to him. But that's not the point."
"What is?"
"Find the chink and use it to your tactical advantage. Information is good in these kinds of situations; it allows you to stop being the hunted and become the hunter."
"Take them out before they take you out." Sam summarised.
"Exactly. They'll be shooting blanks with different colour dyes to indicate who killed who, but we can probably talk the General into letting you have the Intars. They can be explained away as stun guns better than Zats. Knock them out and paint big red crosses on their foreheads. That will be the sign of a kill shot, which means they are out of the games. Ritual humiliation isn't a bad part of this exercise."
"You want me to humiliate them?"
"These men have the highest levels of training in their fields. I can pretty guarantee that there will be no women on any of those teams."
"But we don't send women into front line combat situations on Earth." Sam said.
"Women are supposed to the ones who stay at home with the kids and cry when they're reunited with their men on TV. It's bad politics to send women into front line when it'll show up on CNN. That's why they get the intelligence jobs."
"But..."
"But we know you can all handle it. You and the rest of the women on the SG teams prove it on a daily basis. But this isn't a galaxy far far away, this is Earth so show them what you're made of."
"Okay. So we have three, now need a final three. Hammond says I can have any member of any SG team except the team leaders."
"Find some who is a sharpshooter. They're always good to have. Explosive experts."
"Jack, I can blow up pretty much anything by myself."
"Okay you were asking for suggestions. We'll go through the personnel reports on Monday and then we'll set your team about researching your opponents once they've been informed that they are the chosen few."
"Shame we still haven't got the Pentagon's computer systems I'm sure they could tell us a lot more information than the cheat sheets they're going to give me."
"Don't worry it's not like we don't know people." Jack reminded her.
"You know what I have an idea." Sam said.
"What?"
"We have the weekend off let's forget about this and watch a movie?"
"And what do you want to watch?" Jack questioned.
"Bull Durham." Sam replied.
"Why Bull Durham?" Jack asked.
"Why not?"
"Good enough reason for doing something as any I've ever heard."
"There was this girl who had a psychology paper on which one of the questions was why; do you know what she responded?"
"No, but I think you're about to tell me."
"Why not? She got full marks for it."
"Given my experience with psychologist and psychiatrists I can understand that. Bull Durham it is. Go and find it and I'll make some popcorn."
"Sounds like a plan."
TBC