Jacob walked into George Hammond's office. "Well, it looks like we might be getting that alkesh back."
"Hopefully all of the allies will get each piece of technology back in the same condition that Maybourne's people found it in."
Jacob nodded, sitting down.
"So, does this mean that you're going to go home by way of alkesh, swing by Edora on the way home, and be back before dinner?" George asked, unveiling the more relaxed part of his personality.
"If only. The Tok'ra have some operatives that they need to place in strategic lines across the galaxy. I hate to say it, but it will most likely be another six months before any of the Tok'ra are able to help them out."
"Jacob, we don't even know if they're still alive now. Let alone whether or not they'll be alive six months from now."
"I know that, George, but what do you want me to do? Steal the alkesh and show up on Edora just to launch another investigation? It's gonna have to be good enough to know that we have a timeline."
Hammond sighed. "I know, Jacob. And I'm sorry. I keep forgetting how much you have at stake with this. After this is your daughter whose life is on the line."
Jacob nodded. "Thank you."
"They've been in worse situations before. I'm sure they'll pull through. They do that pretty regularly."
Jacob nodded, thoughtfully.
"At least they're together."
Jacob gave a grin that only George could read as truth-laced teasing. "That's what I'm afraid of."