"Your story checks out." Carter said, standing across from the prisoner. "Master Bra'tac corroborates what you've said of your rank as Hathor's First Prime. And your blood work matches the analysis we have on file for Colonel O'Neill."

"Thank you!" He said, lifting his hands in the air. "NOW can I have a cup of coffee?"

Sam shrugged and turned to the airman outside the holding cell. "Some coffee for…Jack."

The airman nodded and Jack looked at Carter. "So…you broke the 'sir' habit."

"We're the same rank now." She said with one eyebrow raised.

"Yes. I suppose we are." He said, placing his hands behind his head and reclining in the chair. "Well…Sam, what's up with the holding cell? I'm me, aren't I?"

Her gaze hardened as she leaned over the table, her dog tags hanging. "I won't even consider recommending a transfer until you answer some questions for me."

He met her steely gaze as he moved his hands forward in front of him, leaning in just as she had done. "Like what?"

"Well, first of all, we killed Hathor almost four years ago. Where've you been all that time?"

"Serving Apophis, Heru'ur, and Anubis. Those were the three fastest transfers I think I've ever had. Only took six months."

"You've spent the last three and a half years serving Anubis?" She asked.

"First prime."

She turned her head to hide the stinging tears that had reached her eyes. "Do you realize you almost killed Thor?"

"That wasn't me."

"Oh, that was…your alter-ego?"

"Carter, I have been ordered to do some damned distasteful things for THIS country. Do you really think I didn't have to get my hands dirty for Anubis?"

"You didn't have to serve him." She replied, hotly.

"No, I didn't have to serve him, but I DID have to serve Hathor. I never really recovered from that...thing she used on the base. Then, I was kinda worried about staying alive. Of course, once each of the system lords realized that the great Jack O'Neill was in their ranks as a Jaffa, they all made me first prime. By the time I reached Anubis, I didn't care about living, but...then I heard about his plan for YOU."

"Me?" She asked. "Or the SGC."

"Oh, this is on a personal level." He replied coolly. "I thought it would be rude if I didn't take the chance to handle your execution." He said, giving her a steely gaze that she wasn't able to interpret.