Chapter 4
Walter Harriman stalked down the corridor of Daniel's office muttering to himself.
"So this is how I start the first day of my down time in six months; going on a man hunt for a lost archaeologist."
The door was shut. He knocked quietly; then a little louder.
And with no answer.
"Dr Jackson?" He said leaning close to the door.
And although it did move slightly there was not enough room to get in but just barely enough to of a gap to allow 'Ancient Symbols and their Meanings" by Gimel Etruscan
"Dr Jackson!"
He pushed harder and was soon able to put his head round the door in front of him was a sea of books up to his waist with the top ends of several bookcases, three blackboards, a single desk light, a coffee maker and a number of rocks floating on the surface.
"Dr Jackson!" he shouted.
There was no reply but the fact that the light was on and the still fresh smell of coffee told him that the single on-world member of SG-1 was trapped beneath the entire contents of the office.
Running to the nearest phone he dialled Hammond to relay the news then called Siler for reinforcements, no doubt bringing his team of following technicians armed with big spanners and clipboards.
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"What!" shouted Hammond down his end of the receiver. "I'll be right down … and sergeant, start clearing that room."
The now awake and coffee filled archaeologists looked to the leader of the base curious as to what could have happened to make him react like that.
"General," said one of the men of the SG-13, "what's going on?"
"It seems that there has been a little miss-hap upstairs" his expression was forlorn as he continued with his tale, "Dr Jackson it seems is in his office however all the bookcases have fallen over and he's trapped beneath it all."
SG-13 stared at him in open-mouthed shock, their eyes wide and unbelieving at the strange fate that had come upon their bespectacled friends.
"You've got to be kidding."