He wished Carter were here – and he wasn't talking about his wife, Carter, but the brilliant, figure anything out scientist Carter. Even with his Ancient knowledge and abilities he was pretty sure there were still things that Sam could figure out more quickly than he ever could. And even if she couldn't, she made himthink better. Hell, she made him better, period!

"What is it O'Neill?" Burke was looking at him strangely.

"Huh?"

"You zoned out for a second. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, just wishing Carter was here."

"Carter? You mean your wife Carter?"

"Yes."

"You call her by her last name? That's – romantic."

Jack rolled his eyes. "I was thinking that we could use her expertise about now, not that I wanted to be off playing nookie with her!"

"Nookie?" Burke grinned.

Jack waggled his eyebrows. "Yup!"

Burke made a pretend gagging motion at which Jack grinned all the harder. Eventually however, Burke grew more serious and gazed around the room. "Uh – what are these things?" Burke was looking at the weapons, an expression of awe on his face."

"Big honkin' space guns," Jack said shortly, also doing his own recon of the room. "Some of them I recognize, like this one!" Jack walked over and laid his hand on a large cylindrical weapon. "Oh yeah!" he said, "This is a sweet baby. I'd love to try her out!" He patted it and then looked around again. "But there are quite a few I've never seen before."

"Yeah, well there's no way we're gonna carry all this stuff out of here, so what do you want to do with it?"

"They had to have brought it down here somehow," Jack said, speaking mainly to himself. "So how did they do that?" He did a slow circle of the room finally looking down at the floor. "Ah ha!"

"Ah ha?"

"Yup – ah ha! I think I've found it Geeves!" O'Neill said in a phony British accent.

Burke sighed a long-suffering sigh. "What?"

"Rings!"

"Rings? That's – special."

"Yes it is – very special!"

"Okay – but what's so special about – uh - rings?"

"Look at the floor. See those markings? Those are transporter rings." At Burke's confused look Jack rolled his eyes. "Transporter rings – they transport things!"

"How?"

"Uh – they act kind of like the Stargate. They demolecularize whatever is inside the rings and transport them to – wherever they go. They don't have the same distance as the Gate – they're not interplanetary but are often used to move people and supplies between airships and the ground. So these ones must connect with the Goa'uld ship. They must have brought this stuff down directly from there," he lifted his head and grinned. "And we can send them back the same way!"

"To the Goold's ship?"

"Mmm hmm."

"But – uh – won't that be a problem? Do you really want your alien guy to get a hold of all these weapons?"

"Oh crap!" Jack grimaced, looking up. "I forgot all about him!"

"About the Goold?"

"That's Goa'uld and yes – about good old Says Who – ur – Shesmu. I locked him up. And his ship is orbiting Earth, but I have the key!" He pulled out a small crystal from his pocket. "Or not a key but I have this – thingy."

"And that – thingy – means you control the ship."

"It does indeed. Or at least I think it does," he said, looking at it again, with a perplexed frown. "Yeah, I'm sure it does," he smiled, and put it back in his pocket.

"What are you doing now O'Neill?" Burke watched as Jack walked over to the far wall, opened a panel and stared inside.

"I'm going to send the weapons back to the ship – they should be safe there for now. I'd like to be able to take a zat – uh, it's a handy little weapon - it uh – zats people - but I don't know if we can trust them. Shesmu indicated the weapons were booby trapped."

"Crap," Burke stepped back a couple of feet. "Now you tell me!"

"They'll be fine as long as we don't use them - I think."

"You think! O'Neill, you are into some crazy shit!"

Jack swiveled his gaze onto the other man. "Nope – all in a days work!" He fiddled with the controls for a moment. "Yes!" he hissed with a fist pump. "Come on – give me a hand."

For the next few minutes the two men pulled various weapons and containers into the space on the floor. When the space was as full as they could get it, Jack activated the rings and instantly the weapons were gone.

"Whoa!" Burke declared as he looked at the now empty floor. "That's handy."

"Mmm," agreed Jack. "Now help me get the rest of the stuff over here." The two men spent another half hour moving boxes until all the weapons were gone.

"You sure no one else can get them?" Burke looked concerned and he regarded the now empty room.

"Yup. I put an extremely tight security protocol into the ships computers. Any attempt to board her – or to remove anything from her – without the proper codes will cause the ship to blow!"

"O- kay! So now what?"

"Now we find us a good computer. First, though, I think we should check on our prisoners." They verified that Hubbard and General Caine were still firmly tied up and followed that with a visit to the Goa'uld – who was spitting mad and immediately demanded that they let him go and then worship him.

"Uh – yeah," Jack shook his head. "I make it a habit not to worship anyone with such bad taste in clothes," he told the Goa'uld. "You might as well just relax cause you're not going anywhere for a while."

"Impudence!" shouted Shesmu.

"Who me?" Jack asked, turning his head as if someone else could possibly be the impudent one. "Whoa there fellow – I am not impudent! I am perfectly capable – just ask my wife if you don't believe me!"

"He said impudent not impotent O'Neill!" Burke pointed out.

"Oh?" He turned to Shesmu and smiled. "Glad to know you weren't questioning my cajones there!"

"You are an idiot O'Neill," one of Jack's least favorite people - or aliens - in South Dakota told him.

"Yeah, well you ain't my favorite either!"

"I think he may be right O'Neill," Burke broke in. "I think you could be called impudent."

"Hey, whose side are you on! And I'm not impudent. I'm daring!"

"Mmm? How about impertinent."

Jack though for a moment. "I might give you impertinent – although I think audacious is definitely better."

"Will you two be quiet," Shesmu yelled. "What kind of fools are you?"

Jack frowned. "Are there different kinds?" When it appeared as if the Goa'uld was ready to blow, he turned to Burke. "Okay, let's get out of here." He turned back to Shesmu. "We're going to destroy your weapons now, and then we're giving the Asgard a call. They'll come and remove you – the snake you – and then I'll get to stomp you under my foot." He walked to the door, followed by Burke. "See ya!"

As the door closed behind the two men, they could hear the Goa'uld yell in frustration.

"Wow – so he's really an alien?" Burke asked.

"Yup. Slimy, lyin' snakehead!"

"And you've gotten rid of most of em?"

"Yup," he repeated. "All of the biggies are gone – there are just a few minor system lords like this guy," he pointed back with his thumb. "Come one – I think we need to get moving." Jack was walking quickly through the corridor, his expression totally serious for once. "I want to get this finished and get out of here." He stopped and looked at his companion. "I'm sick of this and want to get back to my wife!"

"Then let's go catch us some traitors!"

With a look of agreement, the two men turned, determined to finish what they had started.