"Do you hear that?" Cracknell whispered. "It's the helos."
"They're being dropped off at these locations." Sam pointed out the locations on the map.
"Why did they avoid that location?" Hannah asked. "I mean it's a good drop off point."
"There were twelve locations chosen and then they were assigned at random to each group. The Colonel gave me the locations but not what teams were being dropped off where."
"How long do you think we've got before they get here?" Salter asked.
"Average person walks four miles an hour. Military can do slightly more, but they're hunting they'll be slower, searching out signs of where we went." Sam explained.
"So we wait until we hear the helos leaving then stay put, but half go up half go down."
"Indeed." Teal'c agreed.
"We can do this, just believe in yourselves. If not think of them as the Goa'uld and what they've done to all those people we've met." Sam suggested.
"Anyone ever heard of Carter?" One of the Navy Seals asked.
"During the Gulf War there was a Samantha Carter land on a ship I was on. Blonde, blue eyes, wouldn't give a sailor time of day unless it was work related. I think she was a physicist of some sort."
"O'Neill said they were scientists, and she could build you a bomb." Another reminded them. "Might be her."
"Anything that might be of use now?"
"No sir."
"Then let's get her team captured so we can go home."
"Aye aye sir."
"What's the plan sir?" Sgt Blakemore of the Army Rangers asked.
"We're here." His CO said pointing to the map. "Beach, forest, hills, there's a small stream. The island is only ten miles wide at it's widest point. For the best cover I'd stay in the forest, best chance of hiding places but from what that O'Neill guy said I'd say the won't go with the obvious."
"So where do you think they'd go?"
"Beach." Someone said. "Least hiding places, so they'll think it's the last place we'd look."
"What if O'Neill was lying, trying to give his wife a head start. Maybe they have no plan; maybe they're going to wing it. I mean they have two women out here, they're scientists I'm sure they may have limited tactical knowledge, been in the odd scuffle, but we do this everyday."
"Bill, I have six older sisters, first thing I ever learnt was never under- estimate a woman, especially one who has motivation to do something."
"This is my call, I say the beach so we're heading that way."
"We need more recon." Payton of the Delta Force team said. "We got two options."
"Top of the hill or up a tree." Another member of his team said.
"Well I vote for the hill less chance damage from a fall."
"Hey Sir, you know O'Neill? I heard he used to be special ops."
"I heard of him. He was good, then his kid accidentally killed himself, he dropped out of sight ever since."
"He's back in sight now. His wife too."
"His father in law in General Jacob Carter." Another threw in.
"Sammie." Another said.
"What?" His CO questioned.
"I just made the connection. Major Carter is Samantha Carter. I knew her years ago by proxy when she was growing up."
"What's she like?"
"Smart. She has a genius IQ, always wanted to join NASA. Stories followed her around, her father once found out that she'd been learning to curse pretty badly from the guys at one base and he sent them on a long run, she went with them, beat half of them too. She won't back down and if she's a part of this is going to be interesting."
"Then let's go and introduce ourselves."
"They've all got a different take on the situation." Vidrine commented watching the tracers move on the screen. "So what's the Major's plan her team is the only one who hasn't moved?"
"She's going to stand her ground for now and dig in for a while. She knows when to move and she knows when to fight. They have tactics from all ages of history and galaxies."
"Then let's pay attention, I want to see this strategy in play."
TBC
"They're being dropped off at these locations." Sam pointed out the locations on the map.
"Why did they avoid that location?" Hannah asked. "I mean it's a good drop off point."
"There were twelve locations chosen and then they were assigned at random to each group. The Colonel gave me the locations but not what teams were being dropped off where."
"How long do you think we've got before they get here?" Salter asked.
"Average person walks four miles an hour. Military can do slightly more, but they're hunting they'll be slower, searching out signs of where we went." Sam explained.
"So we wait until we hear the helos leaving then stay put, but half go up half go down."
"Indeed." Teal'c agreed.
"We can do this, just believe in yourselves. If not think of them as the Goa'uld and what they've done to all those people we've met." Sam suggested.
"Anyone ever heard of Carter?" One of the Navy Seals asked.
"During the Gulf War there was a Samantha Carter land on a ship I was on. Blonde, blue eyes, wouldn't give a sailor time of day unless it was work related. I think she was a physicist of some sort."
"O'Neill said they were scientists, and she could build you a bomb." Another reminded them. "Might be her."
"Anything that might be of use now?"
"No sir."
"Then let's get her team captured so we can go home."
"Aye aye sir."
"What's the plan sir?" Sgt Blakemore of the Army Rangers asked.
"We're here." His CO said pointing to the map. "Beach, forest, hills, there's a small stream. The island is only ten miles wide at it's widest point. For the best cover I'd stay in the forest, best chance of hiding places but from what that O'Neill guy said I'd say the won't go with the obvious."
"So where do you think they'd go?"
"Beach." Someone said. "Least hiding places, so they'll think it's the last place we'd look."
"What if O'Neill was lying, trying to give his wife a head start. Maybe they have no plan; maybe they're going to wing it. I mean they have two women out here, they're scientists I'm sure they may have limited tactical knowledge, been in the odd scuffle, but we do this everyday."
"Bill, I have six older sisters, first thing I ever learnt was never under- estimate a woman, especially one who has motivation to do something."
"This is my call, I say the beach so we're heading that way."
"We need more recon." Payton of the Delta Force team said. "We got two options."
"Top of the hill or up a tree." Another member of his team said.
"Well I vote for the hill less chance damage from a fall."
"Hey Sir, you know O'Neill? I heard he used to be special ops."
"I heard of him. He was good, then his kid accidentally killed himself, he dropped out of sight ever since."
"He's back in sight now. His wife too."
"His father in law in General Jacob Carter." Another threw in.
"Sammie." Another said.
"What?" His CO questioned.
"I just made the connection. Major Carter is Samantha Carter. I knew her years ago by proxy when she was growing up."
"What's she like?"
"Smart. She has a genius IQ, always wanted to join NASA. Stories followed her around, her father once found out that she'd been learning to curse pretty badly from the guys at one base and he sent them on a long run, she went with them, beat half of them too. She won't back down and if she's a part of this is going to be interesting."
"Then let's go and introduce ourselves."
"They've all got a different take on the situation." Vidrine commented watching the tracers move on the screen. "So what's the Major's plan her team is the only one who hasn't moved?"
"She's going to stand her ground for now and dig in for a while. She knows when to move and she knows when to fight. They have tactics from all ages of history and galaxies."
"Then let's pay attention, I want to see this strategy in play."
TBC