"Adams."

"Here."

"1. Johnson."

"Here."

"2. O'Neill."

"Here."

"3. Yakavasi."

"Here."

"4. You guys are group one. The Colonel will know you only by your numbers. Teal'c is assigning group 2 their numbers now."

Daniel stood in front of what would now be known as Group One. He could understand the reasoning behind Jack's use of the numbers. Over the next three weeks they'd work the groups so the eight recruits would all get a chance to work together.

At that moment Jack walked in the dark warehouse, carefully approaching the two groups. He eyeballed them carefully, summing them up as best he could. He could already spot three of the eight that wouldn't make it past the initial training.

"All right, campers! Let's get started." He watched them as closely as he could as they lined up waiting for their orders. Number three. He knew number three. It was Karol's son, Sean. He'd assumed he'd been transferred somewhere in the mountain, but hadn't quite expected him to be the recruit they'd been holding off the training for.

The first day was always mostly figuring out who worked best in what position and who was the best leader. He'd run them through building sweeps, first for people, then technology. He'd change who took point, who'd flank left, stuff like that.

At the end of the day, he'd already decided 2, 6, and 7 were going to be stuck most likely base security. They weren't going to be assigned to an SG team.

"#3, can I talk to you a moment?" Jack called out as the recruits were leaving at the end of the day.

"What can I do for you, Sir?" Sean came to a halt in front of Jack and stood at attention. Of course, he didn't know about how lax the SGC was when it came to things like that.

"At ease, Lt." Jack laughed to himself, showing just barely a smirk on the outside. "I just wanted to see how you were doing with everything, Sean; how your brothers are, your dad?"

"He's, uh, not my dad, but we're all doing great. Thanks for asking."

"Oh, sorry. Well, anyway, Rick said he was going to send you to see me once I got back into town, but since I didn't get home until late last night, I figured I'd track you down. Guess I didn't have far to go, eh?"

Jack gave the young man a crooked smile and patted his shoulder. There was something familiar about Sean that tilted Jack off kilter just slightly, but he figured it had something to do with Karol.

The two headed out of the warehouse side by side, following the rest of the groups.

"Why don't you and your wife come over for dinner tonight and we'll talk? Say, 1900?"

Sean's face turned apprehensive at the thought. He wasn't sure this was a conversation he wanted to have with his wife right there, but he didn't really have any reason to say no.

"That'd be great. We'll see you then." Sean jogged off to catch up with the rest of his group, leaving Jack walking by himself in the rear.

Daniel dropped back to talk to him.

"I didn't know you had a nephew in the Air Force," he said leading into a conversation Jack wasn't sure he wanted.

"You know I don't have any siblings. What are you talking about?" Jack scowled.

"#3, he looks just like you."

Jack threw a sideways glance his way and returned to his ponderings. This conversation with Daniel was getting a little weird for him.