Here you go here is the second chapter quite quickly... it is quite short but I am also working on the third now. I have written this story before but it was all in script form and it wasn't very good so I decided to do it again... so the next chapter will be up pretty soon.

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The people around were oblivious to the danger that was surrounding them in the bushes. They carried on like there was not a care in the world. The restaurant 'Strike' was busy tonight, just like any other night. Four people who were inside were also oblivious that the danger that was in the bushes was watching them.

"Are you ready for the attack"

"Yes"

"The master wants those four dead Ancordo, can you do it?"

"Yes, I can" The one called Ancordo replied. "If you don't interrupt me Sylus, then the attack will go according to plan. They can't defend themselves."

"This must happen" Sylus replied snappily "This is one way for our master to prove himself worthy of an alliance."

"I know the reasons for this Sylus" Ancordo replied angrily. "But why these four. They are nothing more than pathetic humans"

"Well these pathetic humans always seem to get in the way of their plans... or so the master says." Sylus replied

"Who are these beings that the master wants to ally himself with?" Ancordo asked

"They call themselves the Goa'uld... they are apparently very powerful in the universe and will help our master rise to a very high position." Sylus replied. His attention turned to the four humans that were inside the restaurant. "Look, they are getting up... are you ready?"

"Yes... there will be four dead humans by tonight" Ancordo said with a feral grin appearing on his disfigured face.

"Good" Sylus said before he shimmered out.

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"That was great" Jack O'Neill, leader of SG-1 and second in command at the SGC, said as he and his team left the restaurant. "I am so glad that General Hammond actually gave us some proper time off for saving the world this time."

"I know sir, we needed a rest, but we could have gotten out of America for a while" Major Samantha Carter, 2IC of SG-1, replied to Jack.

"Well you know these aliens Carter, they don't care that we need a break. Knowing Thor he could beam us right out of here right now and tell us we need to save the world again" Jack replied.

"And you have to remember we don't have that much time off" Dr Daniel Jackson, the SGC's personal walking translator and archaeologist, said joining in the conversation.

"Indeed" the ever stoic alien, Teal'c added in.

"Ok then, so what should we do now... the night is still young and aliens could need our services at anytime so we have some drinking to do." Jack said asking his team members.

"There are some clubs around, should we hit one of them" Sam suggested looking around.

"Yeah we could... or we could go to a bar" Jack was about to continue when Ancordo jumped out from the bushes. A fireball immediately appearing in his hand, ready to strike. "Or we could get attacked by a fireball bearing monster."

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