Author's note: Another Chapter. Thanks for all the great reviews folks.
Previously:
LOCAL BOY, MISSING
Surry Police yesterday announced that local hooligan Harry Potter had gone missing. The adoptive parents, Vernon and Petunia Dursley state Harry had a series of mental problems, and if found, can be dangerous.
After being involved in a car accident Friday night, in which Harry stole a car, he was taken from the Little Whinging hospital by two men posing as military officers.
"We miss Harry very much." Vernon Dursley stated, "But although we all love Harry, we are at the end of out rope. We have tried for so long to raise Harry, but his rage blackouts and problems hurt us everyday. Emotionally. Should we find a nice rehabilitating clinic, we would send him there immediately."
Harry's parents were murdered when he was a baby, Lily and James Potter were found dead in their home with Harry in his crib.
Jack O'Neill impatiently watched his team unpack their suitcases. Drawing strength from the gun in his pocket, he set his mind with the comforting thought of catching those who kidnapped Harry.
With no leads and hardly any resources, Sam was slightly skeptic at their chances of finding Harry. But she kept her mouth shut and continued unpacking her laptop, setting it up and leaving her unpacked suitcase on her bed, deciding to do a little web searching for a large alien ship, or a man named 'Voldemort'. Shaking her head slightly from the cobwebs of disbelief, she began her search.
Teal'c stared disapprovingly at O'Neill, who was pacing impatiently, Teal'c knew he was close to snapping, deciding to take matters into his own hand. Walking into the kitchen, he decided to clam O'Neill down and ease the tension, he would make hot chocolate.
What were they expected to do? Use their telepathic minds and just find Harry? What did Jack expect? Daniel pouted as he watched the empty street though the window, wincing every time Jack stormed past. Teal'c silently left the room and Daniel considered doing the same. It's not like Harry and his captors were just going to walk past the window, and lead them their secret hideout.
Movement caught his eye. Turning to Daniel, Jack noticed he was leaning into the glass, watching something on the outside.
"What is it Daniel?" Jack asked, walking up beside him.
"I don't know…just a bunch of people walking by."
Jack watched them, five people, carrying between them a large metal sheet, metallic green-black.
Stopping, they shifted positions. Jack's mouth fell open as he recognized the writing on the side.
"The Asgard." Daniel whispered.
Sam came to window and joined them as Jack picked up his vest and threw it on, not bothering to change out of his BDU's, taking out his handgun and opening the door to follow them. Daniel and Sam quickly joined him, and Teal'c a second later, leaving several steaming mugs on the coffee table.
Walking into the quiet of the street, Daniel, Sam, Teal'c and Jack quietly kept to the shadows, following their quarry down the street and into a small construction site that had long been abandoned. Rotting wood planks and rusty tools littered the ground as SG-1 followed the four men up stairs, up to the top floor with finished floors.
They stopped on the last set of the stairs and watched the four thieves stop a few meters from the stair well, suddenly engulfed in light, as transporter ring came from the ground and took them below.
"Well," Said Jack, frowning "That can't be good."
Pulling out their handguns, the rest of SG-1 followed him to the rings, stopping in the middle as Sam carefully examined the area, stopping when she noticed a floor tile and the ground jutted slight from the other, well placed ones. Pushing down on it with her foot, she jumped back into the rings, as they rose and took SG-1 in white light.
The area where they landed was meek. A stone tunnel. The walls were slimy and rail tracks led the way across the floor. They made their way across, to a small stairwell. Egyptian markings had been engraved onto the cement wall, including a small caption of English.
Go Back or Die
Wincing, SG-1 walked past it stealthily, stopping as the cement slimy walls were replaced by shining white marble, and the small stair well was replaced with a large entrance hall.
"Stop right there." The sound of Gou'ald weapons lighting up stopped SG-1 in their tracks and they looked around, raising their hands as a large group of men in black hoods surrounded them.
Now they were in trouble.
TBC…