Daniel, Teal'c, Agnes and Jack stand in front of the cliff fall on the beach, their boots encased in mud and pebbles. It had taken half an hour of walking and wading through streams of mud and sand to reach the spot on the beach where the silver disk protrudes from the cliff. The sound of water pouring from the land above, loud over the soft swell of the calm sea behind them, the fierce sunlight shining off the metallic disc and the eerie cry of a passing seagull make this empty stretch of coastline feel strange and alien.

'Weird.' Jack remarks, pulling his jacket tighter despite the sunshine. 'So what do we know about this...thing?'

'Only that it appears to be inert, our initial scans have shown no radiation, no movement and no noise.' From a small field tent nearby, carefully camouflaged to resemble the cliff, a voice emerges followed by its owner, a tall, striking woman, with a clipboard and a handful of badges. 'My name is Gail Overton, from the.. well, from a government department and I shall need you all to wear one of these.' She hands each of them a film badge. 'It will monitor any radioactivity exposure while you are on site.'

'I thought you said it wasn't radioactive?' Daniel questions, pinning the badge to his lapel.

'At the moment, no but often things can change rapidly Dr. Jackson. Just a precaution.'

'Which department did you say?' Jack asks, intrigued by her evasiveness and the fact she knows who they are.

'She didn't.' Peter intervenes, 'A pleasure to see you again Professor Overton, how is the General?'

'Fine, well, getting a on a bit really, but still soldiering on. Now, these are the dimensions and guestimate of weight. The metal is similar to silver...'

'Similar? But not silver?' Daniel takes the piece of paper Gail hands him and gazes up at the disc, trying to find any markings or engravings on it.

'No, not silver or any metal or alloy we can find.'

'How about age? Is it alright if I touch it?' Daniel reaches out a hand and pauses.

'Go ahead. As far as I can tell, ageless, that is to mean of uncertain age and therefore could be extremely ancient, or modern or..' Before she can finish her sentence.

'Or alien?' Jack has a hunch about who Gail works for. She smiles at him, 'Yes, or alien.' She sighs and shakes her head. 'I can see you won't let this go, I work for the Defence Department, in alien encounters.'

'Like the X-Files?' Jack grins.

'Pretty much, yes. But obviously not Stargate Command, that's all your bag. More UFO sightings and strange phenomena. Usually it turns out to be a scientific explanation, St. Elmo's Fire, sunspot activity, earthquakes...'

Agnes joins Daniel as he slowly runs a hand across the smooth, polished surface of the disc. 'Anything? Any markings at all? What an extraordinary object!'

'Nothing I can see.'

Above them the sound of a Chinook helicopter draws closer. The unstable cliff slipping more at the vibrations from it. 'That's to hoist it out of the cliff. We are taking it back to SGC, too hard to shut this site down from the public for long. A satellite will be in range soon and I don't want the whole world to know we have a possible UFO.' Peter shouts as the helicopter gets nearer. 'I want you, Teal'c and Agnes to supervise the harnessing of the object, so as not to damage it. We want to pull it gently from the cliff but have no idea if it will hold together.'

From overhead, four soldiers rappel down ropes and then lower a cradle large enough to hold the disc. Leaving them to supervise the removal from the cliff, Peter follows Jack and Gail into the small field tent.

'I've searched my database. Nothing like this has been found on our shores since the Department started keeping records but your team may have better resources for finding historical data than I have.' Gail stops to pat the head of an elderly bloodhound, patiently sitting near her desk inside the tent. 'Hello Gen.'

'The General?' Jack asks, giving the dog a scratch behind the ears.

'Yes. He likes you... So I asked Peter if SGC could take over. I'm pretty much a one woman band, and this... object is way beyond anything I've come across before.'

Jack can sense this is going to be a goodbye as she hands Peter a set of files.'This is all the data so far, we keep it all old-school. People are always trying to hack in to our computer systems to search for conspiracy theories so we keep non-digital records. I'd appreciate a report at the end of your investigation.'

'Well, couldn't Professor Overton work with us on this one. You know, on secondment, since it's basically a UCO, her input would be invaluable, I'm sure.'

'A UCO?' Gail asks, baffled by the abbreviation.

'Unidentified Cliff Object.' Peter shrugs apologetically, 'I know, sorry. Not a good joke. We could use your input, perhaps for an extra couple of days?'

'The General's welcome to tag along too!' Jack gives the dog a hug.

'Well. I'd love to see the inside of SGC...'

'That's settled then, I'll help you pack up your little tent here.' Jack starts to dismantle the tent before either Gail or Peter can refuse.

'I'll get your clearance organised. You can travel with us in the helicopter back to base.' Peter hands her back her files and retrieves his phone to call the Defence Department.

Outside the big silver disc rests in the cradle, one half still caked in a layer of mud and rock. The four soldiers and Teal'c take up positions on the cradle around the disc, harnessing themselves in place while Agnes and Daniel look on. A large tarpaulin is secured over the disc and the Chinook departs, swinging slowly out over the sea in a slow wide turn before heading back up over the cliff and away. Daniel and Agnes join the others and they head back to where their helicopter is waiting on the tarmac of the local beach car park. By the time they reach it, the Chinook with the UCO has already arrived back at Stargate Command.