Daniel pulled his car into his assigned space in the parking lot next to his apartment building. He grabbed the duffel back full of clothes and papers from the passenger seat and lifted it across the steering wheel as he got out of the car. It was close to midnight, and he was more than ready to fall into his bed for the six hours of sleep he'd promised himself before returning to base in the morning. He was trying to catch up on some of the translations that he'd fallen behind on while saving the planet. Again. Unwilling to wait for the slow and notoriously unreliable elevator, Daniel trudged up the stairs to his third floor apartment. He noticed the light was out in the hallway as he left the stairwell and made a mental note to call the management company in the morning to complain. The dark hall made it difficult for Daniel to fit the key first to the deadbolt and then to the lock in the door handle itself, but finally he managed to get the door open.

He flipped the light switch as he stepped into his apartment, but the light didn't come on. It was then that the alarm bells in his mind went off because he remembered replacing that light bulb just a week ago. 'Should have gotten that carry permit like Jack suggested,' Daniel thought with the portion of his mind not occupied with the current situation. Knowing it would take an incredible amount of luck to reach the only weapons readily available to him, Daniel nevertheless dropped keys and bag to the floor as he surged into the apartment and towards the display of weapons hanging on the wall opposite his door. His hands closed around the hilt of one of his swords a split second before he felt someone grab him from behind. Daniel whirled around managing to throw his attacker off his back. Immediately he found both arms restrained, but Daniel still held the sword. He swung wildly towards the attacker holding his right arm and managed to connect with the flat of the blade. His right arm suddenly free, Daniel swung the heavy sword back on a return trajectory towards the man still attempting to hold onto his left arm. Just as the blade touched flesh, the man jumped back making what would have been a disabling blow into little more than a bloody gash.

"Get out!" Daniel screamed as he swung once again with the sword only then realizing his mistake in grabbing the sword in the first place. Had he stepped back out of the apartment and back to the stairwell, he might well have gotten away. Now though, his three attackers were between him and the door. The sword drooped towards the ground as Daniel found it more and more difficult to hold the blade up. In fact, it was becoming increasingly difficult just to remain standing. Only then did his mind register the syringe in one of the men's hand. "What did you give me?" he demanded staggering towards them. "What was in that?"

"Merely a sedative, Dr. Jackson" the man in the middle told him.

"What do you want with me?" Daniel asked.

"You're going on a little trip," the same man informed him.

"Where?"

"England," Daniel was told. "The Council feels you have some explaining to do."

"Explain what?"

"Why you disappeared to start," his kidnapper said. "How you came to work for the Air Force as well."

"There will be some questions about these weapons as well, I'm sure" one of the other men said as he grabbed the sword from Daniel's nerveless fingers.

Daniel felt the men catch him as, without the support of the sword as a crutch, he slumped towards the floor. It all finally clicked into place as they roughly hauled him up onto the couch just before the world went dark. It wasn't the NID or the Russians or anything to do with the Stargate program at all that had brought these men here.

The sedative they gave Daniel must have been a strong one because he remained completely unaware as they carried him down the stairs of his apartment building to a large white rental van. The two who carried him threw him in the back then climbed in as well while the other man went forward to the driver's seat. He remained unconscious throughout the drive to the small airfield outside Colorado Springs where a small private jet waited for them. He didn't wake as they carried him onto the aircraft and strapped him to the gurney waiting on-board.

They kept him sedated through the shorter leg of their journey to the East Coast where they were landed at Reagan National to take on fuel and pass through international customs. The false papers they had prepared in advance listed Daniel as one Nigel Lynch who had been seriously injured in a car accident while on vacation. The now "comatose" patient was being brought home to England where his family could be near the injured man, and Daniel was indeed an injured man. To make their masquerade more believable, and perhaps as a bit of revenge for the trouble he'd given them, they'd managed to give him a few more bruises during the drive in the van or so the three men would assure their superiors when they arrived at their final destination. They and their unconscious charge were driven to the large estate that served as headquarters for the Council in a rented ambulance in keeping with their fictitious story. Once inside the large stone manor the fiction ended though as Daniel was transferred from the gurney to a locked room in the cellar which is where he awoke hours later.