A huge thank you to Carhop my wonderful beta for this chapter.

Jack moved the pain stick away from Pete's leg. Pete heaved, fighting desperately to get air back into his burning lungs. He had never felt anything like that before. He looked up to see Jack turning the pain stick around in his hands.

"So, what the hell do you want from me?" Pete spat, still trying to get his muscles back under control. He knew it had something to do with Sam, but you never could be too sure.

Jack walked up to him holding the pain stick close to Pete's face. "Just having your type of fun," Jack stated coldly. Pete had felt what that thing was like on his leg; he wanted it nowhere near his face.

Jack walked around the back of the chair and moved the pain stick closer to Pete's neck. Pete struggled to break his restraints. He knew he was in trouble, big trouble, and he had to get out of here soon. Jack continued to walk around until he was behind Pete. Jack touched Pete's lower arm with the torture device, holding it there a bit longer than on his leg.

Pete screamed and thrashed around in his restraints.

'If he thinks he's in pain now what til later,' Jack thought smugly.

Bra'tac waited at the 'gate for the final person Jack had asked to be there. When Jacob stepped through the gate, his eyes held a murderous glare. Jack had only briefly filled him in as to what had happened and assured him that Sam was okay.

"Master Bra'tac," Jacob acknowledged. "Where are they?"

"They are…" Another scream resonated from the building they were in, cutting off Bra'tac.

Selmak tried desperately to keep Jacob's anger in check, but she didn't let her host know that she had far worse things planned for the lowlife currently in the shed. Jacob opened the box he carried, removed the hand device and slid it onto his hand, feeling the naquadah pulse through his veins in reaction to the device. "Jacob you will need to keep your anger under control while using the device," Selmak reminded him.

When Jacob/Selmak walked into the shed, Teal'c nodded and quietly slipped out. Jack was still prowling around the shaking man on the chair. Jack greeted Jacob with his eyes. The look in Jack's eyes had startled Jacob, but only slightly. He had never seen Jack like this. This was the look of an assassin, someone who would have no problem killing the man in front of him with his bare hands.

Sensing that someone had entered the room, Pete looked up. "Let me guess you're screwing that little whore as well!" Pete spat, not having ever met Jacob.

Jack moved about from behind the chair as he heard the remark. Jack also saw the look on Jacob's face and saw Selmak take control. Jack made a mental note to never, ever to cross Jacob when it came to Sam.

Raising the hand device, Selmak spoke and flashed Jacob's eyes. "You are talking about our only daughter." Selmak activated the hand device and a ribbon of energy shot out, catching Pete's forehead. Selmak kept it active just short of killing him.

"No one will ever disrespect my daughter like that." Jacob had been urging Selmak to finish the job and kill him where he sat, but Selmak had other ideas.

Pete's head was lolling from side to side. He felt as though his brain was going to explode. He needed to think straight; he needed to make these guys make a mistake. One thing he hadn't been counting on was that both these men where Air Force generals, one of whom had spent many years in Special Forces.

Jack reached for the pain stick again, but Jacob shook his head. Jacob placed the small case he had carried the hand device in on the table and lifted the false bottom of the case to reveal a small velvet pouch and two small bottles that sent a shudder down Jack's spine. It was the same type of acid that Ba'al had used on him not all that long ago. In this instance, it was perfect. Unfortunately, there wasn't a sarcophagus handy. Both Jack and Jacob would have liked to have killed him over and over again. but they didn't have that luxury. Jack looked at Jacob, raising his eyebrow Teal'c-style. Jacob ignored him and looked at Pete.

Jacob spoke again. "If you think what Jack has done to you is painful, just wait until I'm through with you. Then I might just let him," gesturing to Jack, "finish you off, you piece of worthless rubbish."

Meanwhile back at the SGC.

Some of the senior officers on base had known what was going on. Col. Dixon was under orders that, if Jack hadn't returned after twelve hours, they were to contact General Hammond and apprise him of the situation.

Everyone had returned from their "ask no questions break." Walter Harriman looked like he was going to ask what was going on, but decided not to ask.

Walter just hoped that whatever General O'Neill was doing, the General didn't do anything that he would regret.

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