The other three members of the search team followed Colonel O'Neill down the ramp of the C-130 they had hastily bummed a ride aboard from Andrews Air Force Base after their brief discussion with the customs agents in D.C. On the flight, they had each read over the information they had gathered so far hoping to see something the others had missed...some clue to what had happened to Daniel. Each had failed. O'Neill had then taken a seat at the rear of the jet as far from the others as possible and begun making phone calls. Carter had taken the opportunity to call Agent Barrett. The questions she asked of Barrett were mostly the same as the ones her CO was asking. The results were disappointingly similar as well. No one knew anything much about this group Daniel had somehow become involved in except rumors. SG-1 were desperate enough to listen to those rumors. They were some sort of lunatic fringe group though no one could say exactly what crazy ideas put them into that category. They had money, lots of it, and the political connections to go along with it. No one knew where the money came from though.

The four SGC members watched as a non-descript black SUV they assumed was their transport off-base rapidly approached the C-130. As it rolled to a stop beside the ramp darkened glass of the driver's side window lowered and a face familiar to O'Neill appeared in the open window.

"Hey, Jack" Burke greeted his former teammate as he draped an arm out the window. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Burke? What are you doing here?" Jack demanded as he hefted his duffel over his shoulder and walked toward the other man.

"You said you'd get me a better assignment," Burke reminded him.

"Yeah, but..." Jack protested with dumbfounded amazement that his small request had gotten Burke transferred from that dead end in South America to one of the premiere postings in the world.

"Relax, Jack" Burke ordered his former colleague rightly guessing the direction Jack's thoughts had taken. "You're not that well connected. They transferred me to the Ukraine, but when whatever this is came up they put me on a flight and transferred me here. So this is more weird shit like last time, right?"

"Daniel's been kidnapped," Jack explained as he hefted his duffel bag onto his shoulder.

"Does Jackson make a habit of getting himself kidnapped or what?" Burke asked as an amused grin played across his face.

"You have no idea," Jack muttered as he rounded the hood of the vehicle to climb into the passenger seat.

"We've traced the kidnappers to a private medivac flight into Heathrow," Carter explained as she opened the door behind Burke and threw her own duffel into the back before climbing into the SUV and scooting over to sit behind O'Neill.

"Yeah, I know," Burke interjected before she could continue. "I spoke with your General Hammond a few hours ago. He gave me the 411. I did a little snooping while I was waiting for you to land." He waited as Frasier slung her own bag into the rear then climbed into the center seat to be followed by Teal'c.

"And?" Jack demanded impatiently as soon as the door shut behind Teal'c.

"Their security is tight," Burke said. "They're set up in, get this, a frickin' castle. Walls are stone at least two feet thick. So the usual toys aren't going to be much help."

"Damn it!" Jack swore.

"Oh I ain't even gotten to the best part yet, Jack" Burke said. "Seems your Dr. Jackson may have already escaped."

"What!" Janet gasped from her position in the back seat. "That's very unlikely, Mr. Burke" she said. "Daniel had extensive injuries."

"Yeah, so I heard," Burke agreed pulling a small digital recorder out of his pocket. He plugged it into the auxiliary input in the SUV stereo then hit the button marked play on the small device. "Listen to this. I caught it off a couple sentries with the parabolic mic while I was scoping out that castle."

"I can't believe they got through our security so easily," a young male voice grumbled.

"Dawson didn't come alone," a second voice responded. "He brought MacCleod and those others with him. Just be glad no one is dead."

"MacCleod's a friggin' choir boy," the first voice protested angrily. "Of course no one was hurt. What I don't understand is why Pierson was with them."

"Pierson's not a Watcher anymore, and he and Jackson were roommates at university," the second voice explained. "Don't worry so. We'll find them. They can't hide forever. Jackson will need medical attention if they want to keep him alive. It's only a matter of time before we have Jackson back, and this time Dawson and Pierson have gone too far. They'll share Jackson's punishment."

"What about MacCleod and the others?" the young voice asked.

"Their interference can't be allowed to continue," the guard's voice suggested. "Horton would have approved of what's in store for them."

Burke clicked the recording off with one hand. "So what now?" he asked.

"Carter," Jack called over his shoulder as he flipped open his cell phone.

"Already on it, sir" she assured him listening to the ring of her own phone where it was pressed against her ear.