Jack O'Neil looked at his people. First, he addressed Major Carter and Captain Killian.
"I think you need to get your folks topside and set up the radar."

To the combat team, "Teal'c, Deveraux, start setting up the sensors."

To Daniel Jackson and the Archaeology team, "Go find what you are looking for. Tanith is going to be looking for the same thing. Let's get it first. We'll be in control, and it'll piss him off."

Carter, Killian and two of the people from Killian's section retrieved equipment backpacks and began looking for roof access. After some careful searching in the dim building, they found a set of stairs, and headed up. They found a door at the top. It was locked. Killian looked at one of her people, a thin, ferret faced man with facial stubble. He lit on the door with intense, careful actions that matched his eyes. After a moment, the door popped open. They looked thru the doorway. They saw a wide, flat roof with spires at the octagonal corners. And a sky full of stars looked down on them.

They silently filed out onto the roof. They looked around. The stars and two of the three moons on this world shone down, dimly lighting up the city around them. They could make out the silhouettes of distant buildings, hunched down, as if under a blanket. A sleeping community. In suspension. Dormant.

They quietly dropped their packs to the roof, and began setting up the radar. This would hopefully give them local air/space traffic control, and would tell them when Tanith's ship arrived. Darla Kincaide, one of the other civilians on Killian's team, wondered out loud, "Would this have been easier if we just located the air traffic control system and activated that? I'm just askin'...", she said defensively, as the ferret faced man gave her a look.

Killian smiled at Darla. The young woman was brilliant, and skilled in so many areas. At the same time, her street sense could use a little work. "What did they use for air traffic control? Where would it be? How would we activate and operate it, assuming it could be?"

Darla thought, then said, "There's power in the city, or at least in this building. The machines in this museum are getting power from somewhere. Y'know?"

"I think each of the buildings in this city have independent power sources," Carter said, thinking out loud. "The Stargate activates the power reserves in this building, it seems. And maybe if we could answer those questions about this city's air control systems, that might actually work. But we don't have the time."

She plugged in some wires, closed a panel, and said, "This will have to do."

Killian shrugged and said, "Well, Colonel O'Neil would probably agree, one building and the group centered there, is an easier situation to secure, anyway. So even if we knew where that facility was, and how to activate it, I don't think it would be the best idea for us to do that. Though wandering around the dark in an alien city isn't utterly lacking in appeal. Right?"

Darla agreed vigorously, and Carter smiled.

Killian continued, "Of course, the thing that would make it perfect would be wandering hand in hand with some eligible bachelor. I mean, why waste such a romantic setting?"

Seeing the look 'Give me a break' look on Samantha Carter's face, and hearing a giggle from Darla, Killian smiled and said, "Oh, come on, when under this kind of sky, how can one help but turn one's thoughts to such things? I wonder of Colonel O'Neil is up for a wander in the night?"

Carter sighed and rolled her eyes, shutting her panel after plugging in some remaining jacks.

After a systems check, once the transmitter was set up, they gathered up the leftovers, put on their pack, and headed downstairs to check the system....

Jack, Teal'c and the Rangers were setting up remote monitor sensors. These sensors would make it easier to keep an eye on the building's interiors, without requiring constant physical patrol. Which is good. They simply didn't have the people to adequately patrol it. And it didn't help they didn't know the interior layout thoroughly. As it was, setting up these sensors was requiring some guesswork. And Jack didn't like that. At all. But what were you gonna do?

Deveraux checked the work of his men as they went about business, "Yah, Sergeant. Lobby. Obvious entry point, fer shoah. Not likely, as this Tanith character ain't gonna come in thru da front doah. But we got da sensoahs foah that kinda coverage. So better safe, eh?"

Devereux continued, beginning to place the Claymores, "Course, nothing ensures a warm welcome, like a few party favors, right, mon ami?"

Teal'c was listening to Deveraux as he set up packages himself. He seemed to be bouncing between fascination and annoyance. Jack noticed this.

"You ask him, he would show you what the shrimp gumbo is all about," Jack said.

Teal'c nodded to Jack.

"Hm. This Tanith thing bother you?", Jack asked.

"Yes, O'Neil. It does. I should have aimed better. I didn't. And now..."

"And now, we are on a scavenger hunt. That's it. No gumbo. You are on bread and water when we get back."

Teal'c almost smiled.

"We've had our past come back to haunt us on a fairly regular basis. This is just another ghost saying boo, Teal'c. No one is blaming you for this."

"I know this, O'Neal."

"Well...good. So don't complain about the bread and water."

"I won't, O'Neal."

Meanwhile, Daniel Jackson entered a room next to the one which held the Quantum Mirror, warning Rhonda Moorehouse, the redhead from the exploration team, to stay clear of it. This was the record room, he was pretty certain.

In here, SHOULD be their quarry. So much information, so little time. So little...