The doctors reports were not good. We'd lost one team member, Frankie the Lycan. If Kathy had been human, she'd be dead, but because she was the Slayer she should survive. The same could be said for Pete, although he had broken almost every bone in his body, but in a day he would be fine and weak for a couple of days later. At this minute in time the surgeons were operating on Mary, putting plates and screws in both her arms. Very doubtful she'd get any real use ever again. I was felt guilty, or negligent, or both.
I had known it would have been better for me to go alone, but not decision. We also had one prisoner from the Goa'uld that came through the Witchgate, the one I had shot.
The medical investigation was turning out to be a real doozy. Not only are Goa'uld's parasites compared to the Tok'ra symbiote. Where the Goa'uld only wraps around the top of the spine and enters the brain, there appeared to be another symbiote or parasite. This was not only wrapped around the whole spine, but was connected to the Goa'uld parasite and the human brain. It also had some kind of body within the thorax which was almost 6 inches in diameter. Further DNA testing revealed that the genetic code had been changed, and the person was actually no longer human. They had become a mutant.
This new parasite was extremely allergic to pure silver, particularly the kind used in anti-Lycan ammunition; silver nitrate. Upon finding this out, Sam was busy trying to find a way to adapt my ammunition to their guns, but as usual a problem arose. The SGC use Teflon coated bullets, which by definition cannot be hollow point. The are former are piercing the Jaffa armour , the latter are designed to make a big hole in the body. It was beginning to look like the SGC would need to carry both types of guns.
Another little tidbit was that because the parasite altered the DNA, it became highly susceptible to fire, so another angle that Sam was also working on were small incendiary grenades the size of a cigarette lighter. That was the smallest size, up to large hand grenade.
The Generals' tirade was quite short, but his bad mood quite long lasting. I had been very impetuous and acted stupidly. My team had stuck by me despite my request that they retreat. I was at fault, no one not even me denied that one. What was obvious was that I wandered around like a 'dead man walking' due to my guilt.
The next time would be different, we were almost prepared now and any confrontations would end in our favour. At least that was the plan.
Next follow on story --- The Vampire Goa'uld.