"MMMMRRP! MMMRRRPPP MREEE!"

The bad guys came running to the cell. They had the place on tape so they heard the adamant cries of the youngest. The young man was duct taped to a chair and had a large piece of tape over his mouth. They ripped it off fast and hard.

"Ooowwww! That freaking hurt!"

"Enough! Where'd they go?"

"How the hell should I know? They duct taped me to a chair and left." The oldest man in the group grunted. They didn't really believe him, well… maybe.

"Search the room," the old man (who was only 60ish) said to his men. One of them gave Hawke a nasty look. He recognized him from the ride – it was the sharp voice man.

Bastard, Hawke sneered. He turned his head and briefly eyed the place where Jack and Mac were hiding. He smiled to himself as two of the four 'agents' got closer to the spot, completely unaware of their well-being.

He heard two grunts, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and a combined "Ow" as the two held their hands in a bit of pain. Hawke knew that when they all punched, if this MacGyver was their twin, that they followed it through with their whole body. They weren't the greatest boxers, but they tried. Hawke smiled sweetly at the old guy and kicked him back. He went to join his original and their twin in action. The last guy looked afraid and went to scamper out of there.

"Oh no you don't…" Hawke muttered as he grabbed the man near the door. He tripped, fell, and banged his head on the door of the cell. He wasn't unconscious, yet.

"Where's our stuff bub?" O'Neill asked.

He pointed and stammered. "O…over there…. Thru door, down hall, take left – 1st door on your…… left." He passed out.

"Good. Let's go." The triplets marched out through the door and followed the man's instructions and they found an arsenal with the military men's stuff in it. Mac waited patiently as they got geared up. Once out in the hall again, the Jacks raised their guns to a point where they could fire easily. Mac looked nervous.

"What?"

"Are you actually going to use those?"

"If need be, yes."

"Ya know, you don't have to solve things with guns."

"I… we don't shoot to kill, just disable. Besides, it's only for defense," Jack countered. "The things we usually see shoot first, talk later."

Mac looked like he understood, but hated the idea. "Okay, but only if there's not another way out."

"Agreed. Hawke?"

"Yeah sure."

"I should really smack you one of these days, you know that?"

"You'd do that?"

"In an instant."

Hawke refused to answer this round for fear of what his elder might do to him. Mac smiled, it was back to the easy banter of before.

"Let's go," he smiled calmly. The Jacks scowled at each other for good measure and walked off. Carter, Daniel, and Teal'c had to be worried about them… right?

Sorry about taking so long... life has a very annoying tendency of getting in the way, don't you agree?