Stepping through the gate, Mitchell noticed nothing unusual about the planet. He hoped for his sake, as well as everyone else's, that this would be an informative and uneventful mission. Like the others, he was dressed as a peasant. What minimal information they had about the planet indicated that the majority of inhabitants were fairly simple farmers.
Cam watched as the rest of the team came through the gate behind him. "We'd be less conspicuous if we split up. Jackson, you're with me. Vala and Sam are together. Teal'c, we're not sure how these people will respond to a Jaffa, so I think it would be best if you stayed by the gate. Stay out of site and try to keep an eye on who goes through." Teal'c nodded. The last thing Mitchell wanted to do was put Teal'c in danger or draw any undue attention to themselves. He took a second to scan the horizon, " looks like the village is only half mile away, so we should have no problem staying in radio contact. Be back here in two hours and call if you see anything unusual."
Cameron and Daniel had been wandering around the village for the better part of an hour when they spotted Sam and Vala. Both appeared nonchalant as they listened to the conversations around them. From what they heard a Prior had visited the planet a number of days before. The general consensus seemed to be that the Ori could take their message of enlightenment and stick it where the sun don't shine. Apparently these people were more than content with their rustic, religion-free lives. Mitchell made a mental note to tell Dr. Lam they would most likely be need more vaccine for the Prior Plague.
They headed over toward the market place to kill some time before heading back to the gate. As they checked out the various stands of jewelry, fabrics and produce, they continued to listen to the conversations around them. It occurred to Daniel that he hadn't seen Cameron this silent and subdued since Furgeson had died. "Hey, Mitchell, you ok?"
Cam grinned slightly, "Not used to me being this quiet are you? I'm just doing my best to stay out of trouble and under the radar." A local standing next to Cameron shot him a look at the last word. Cam ducked his head and grinned sheepishly at Daniel.
Jackson chuckled. "Don't worry Mitchell. It looks like this mission might actually go as planned." As soon as the words were out of his mouth Daniel regretted saying it.
Cameron smacked his forehead with his hand. "Jackson!! You just had to go and jinx it didn't you?" He quickly walked over to the nearest stand in search of some wood to knock on. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the wares of that particular stall. "Please tell me that's not what I think it is."
Daniel wandered over to the stand. "Kassa", he confirmed with a grim shake of his head. Why shouldn't the Lucian Alliance control this planet. He and Mitchell took a few steps off to the side so they could use the radio without drawing attention. "Hey Sam."
A few hundred yards down the village, Carter and Vala also stepped into a quiet alcove. "What's up Daniel?" Vala stood on her tip toes trying to catch a glimpse of the handsome duo.
Cameron listened as Jackson brought Sam and Vala up to speed. He stepped back towards the stand to double check the quantity of the Kassa and was promptly knocked to the ground as someone collided with him. He looked up at the man and immeadiately wished he hadn't. "Oh boy."
"You!" Worrel quickly swung his gun in Cam's direction.
Swearing under his breath, Mitchell swung his leg, knocking Worrel's feet out from underneath him. He scrambled to his own feet and made a bee line for Jackson. Cam grabbed his arm and spun him around as he ran past. "Jackson! Time to go!" Daniel didn't stop to argue as shots ripped up the ground just behind Mitchell's feet.
Carter and Vala looked at each other in shock, was that weapons fire? "Cameron, Daniel?"
It was Mitchell that answered her, "Little busy Sam," his voice was slightly breathless. "Grab Teal'c and get through the gate. Jackson and I will be right behind you. And keep your face covered, Worrel is here."
Sam and Vala shared another look, "Wait, Worrel was the…"
"Yeah." Sam's reply cam out muffled as she quickly covered the majority of her face with a scarf. They hurried toward the gate as quickly as they could without drawing extra attention to themselves.
"You just had to say it, didn't you", Mitchell muttered accusingly as they rounded a corner.
"I promise, I'll take full responsibility when we get back. Satisfied?" Daniel put on the breaks and grabbed Cam when he spotted a likely looking escape route. They took cover and watched Worrel run past with three men.
"Ok, that was just a bit too B-western for me."
Daniel grinned at Mitchell's remark, "Just a bit." Both men looked around carefully before standing up. Unfortunately for them, Worrel and his men chose the two seconds before that to turn back in their direction.
Cameron and Daniel turned to run again; they weren't about to start shooting in a market place full of innocent people even if Worrel was. Mitchell only managed to take one step before he crashed to the ground feeling like half his leg had been blown off. He looked up to see Jackson stop and turn back towards him. Cam tried to wave him on, but he was ignored as Daniel rushed back to his side. Both reluctantly raised their hands as they eyed the weapons aimed at them. Mitchell quickly realized he was leaking blood all over the ground and brought his hands down to cover the holes in either side of his thigh. Damn it, he'd already been shot once this month.
"Looks like it's my lucky day." Worrel walked over and knelt in front of Cameron. "You and I will finish what we started Col, or do you prefer Mr. Shaft?" He sneered as he delivered a right hook to Mitchell's jaw.
Jackson watched with concern as Cam tried to shake off the blow. "Seems to me that you tried that last time and it didn't work out too well for you." Daniel eyed the men surrounding them, but switched his gaze to Worrel as the man stood up in front of him.
"True", Worrel nodded to the man behind Jackson. Daniel fell to the ground unconscious courtesy of a crushing blow to the back of his skull.
"Jackson!" Mitchell reached for his weapon only to be rendered unconscious by a rifle butt to the temple from Worrel.