"How could you?" Sam shouted at the men in the tel'tac.
"I offered to substitute myself for O'Neill" Teal'c said.
"They wouldn't have it. They thought that I wouldn't be as likely to come back for a Jaffa as a son-in-law. I don't think they are even quite sure I'll come back for Jack. Sammy, what do you want?"
"Are you serious? I want you to go back now."
"Look, we'll just pick up the ransom – I sure the SGC or Jack, for that matter, is good for it and go right back and get him. It will be fine. Now calm down."
Neither Sam nor Teal'c looked confident at the ease with which Jacob assured them the deed could be done. Jacob, too, experienced some doubts but tried to keep them to himself.
What they hadn't expected is just what happened. They notified the SGC of Lt. Col. Carter's rescue and the need for funds to arrange the ransom of Gen. O'Neill. Daniel devoted all of his time trying to acquire the funds. This was not terribly difficult but getting them to the rescue party proved impossible. They were on their own unless they were willing to wait weeks perhaps months. On their end the funds proved to be difficult to acquire. They resorted to stripping the tel'tac of every bit of gilding and every nonessential bit of equipment. And when that difficulty was overcome the aged tel'tac's main systems refused to engage.
Sam cussed while slamming around tools in the bowels of the tel'tac.
"No, it could happen last week when we were sitting around on our asses with nothing to
do but wait." This was followed by language that could have only been learned at Jack
O'Neill's knee.