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"Uh, Jack, I don't think we should have came here." Daniel whispered behind Jack as they emerged through the gate.
"What gave you that idea Danny?" Jack asked, his weapon aimed at one of the three men surrounding them.
"Want me to try to talk to them?" Daniel asked, ignoring Jack's sarcasm.
"I do not think that would help." Teal'c said, his weapon also aimed.
Daniel studied the men's faces. They were painted red and green, each having a different symbol on their left cheek, and the same symbol on their right cheek. They hadn't spoken yet, but Daniel figured they were waiting for someone to arrive. "I bet the symbol on the right cheek is their tribe symbol, the one on the left their name." Daniel whispered.
Jack looked at the guy closest to him. "Hey…uh…hippo…are you going invite us to a tea party, take us hostage, or what?"
The man grunted and his very sharp spear edged closer to Jack's forehead. Jack gripped his rifle tighter, prepared to pull the trigger.
Behind the tribesmen they heard someone yelling. The twelve men backed off a little, allowing a tall man, with blue paint oh his chest, walk up to the trio. He shouted a few things, and when Jack looked at Daniel his heart sank when Daniel shrugged. He had no idea what the man was saying, or what language it was.
Jack, Teal'c, and Daniel were led to a tent where their hands were bound and their feet were tied together. There was a guard at the entrance, but other then that, they were alone.
"Daniel, what's going on?" Jack asked, trying to wriggle his hands free.
"I don't know. The guy with the blue on his chest seemed to be the leader. We should try to talk to him."
"I don't think talking will help." Jack said, quoting Teal'c.
"I concur." Teal'c said with a nod.
"Then we do this your way." Daniel conceded. He hated doing things Jack's way, but sometimes, talking did not help. This did seem to be one of those cases.
The guard moved out of the doorway when they heard footsteps coming their way. Jack began to wriggle even harder. The curtain flung open and Blue walked into the tent, carrying what looked like a long knife. He shouted something, then looked menacingly at the knife. He paused a few moments, looking at each member of SG-1. Blue handed the knife to his guard, then pointed at Daniel.
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Daniel showed Sam the scar on his left shoulder. "Sam, it got worse." He said, looking tired. Sam tried to get him to stop, but he refused. He had to tell her everything, now.
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They didn't know how much time had passed. After the first night, there was always one of them passed out. They usually made the conscious one watch, not allowing them to turn their heads from the torture of their friend. One time Jack was able to fight back, biting the guard as he bent down to Jack's stomach, ready to put a hot poker on his tender skin. For that Jack's reward was to be taken from the tent for days. Teal'c could hear Jack's screams throughout the day and into the nights. Teal'c was thankful that Daniel was unconscious. These men were ruthless, unlike any Teal'c had ever come across. Instead of killing their enemies, they tortured them.
Three days after he'd been taken, Jack cam back into the tent, bleeding and barely conscious. Daniel was awake by then, and the site of his best friend so near death gave him courage. He was going to learn their language and get them out of here.
He had already figured out that Blue wanted information every time he came in shouting at them. If he could figure out what he wanted, maybe they could talk their way out of this.