"According to SG-3, Col. Mitchell and Dr. Jackson were taken aboard Natan's ship shortly before you three came back through the gate." Landry sighed in frustration. He loved this team like a family, but was one mission without any trouble so much to ask? Granted, it wasn't anything they had done wrong this time.
"Are they unharmed?" Teal'c's voice echoed the concern etched in his eyebrow. He had been Natan's prisoner before and knew it was not a pleasant experience. It would be much worse for Mitchell considering his recent interactions with both Natan and Worrel.
"Reports from the towns people indicated that both men were unconscious and one was bleeding heavily from the leg."
Carter dropped he head to the briefing room table, "what's the plan for getting them home, sir?"
"That's the good news. Natan's ship hasn't left the planet yet. The three of you, SG-3, and SG12 will ring up to the ship and bring them home. Dr. Lee has developed a hand-held device that will allow you to lock onto their locators once onboard Natan's ship. Any questions?" He received a negative shake of the head from all. "Good, you leave in 30."
It had been agony waiting the hour it had taken for his opportunity to come. For once Jackson wasn't insulted that they hadn't considered him a threat and had only posted one guard. And a lazy one at that, if the soft snores were any indication. It was a fairly simple matter to unlock the door to his cell, sneak over, and snag the guard's gun from its holster. He shook his head in disgust, that man hadn't even stirred. He shoved the gun up underneath the guard's chin with enough force to wake him. "Where'd they take my friend?" The guard was staring at him in fear, but remained silent. Daniel pushed the gun further up into the soft flesh under the man's chin.
"Down the hall, second right, probably third or fourth room on the left." His thank you was not quite what he expected.
Jackson lowered the unconscious man to the floor, "Payback's a bitch." He considered that it had been a little too easy to get the answer he was looking for, but then remembered that the Lucian Alliance was made up of former smugglers and thieves. Apparently, no honor among thieves wasn't just a cliché.
Now to find Cam and get the hell off this tug. Daniel kept his eyes and ears open as he followed the guard's directions down the hall. He was passing the second doorway when he heard Mitchell's cry of pain. Determining it had come from the fourth room he wasted no time using the stolen key card to open the door. Jackson quickly dispatched Worrel with the Zat when he turned to face the door.
Showing he wasn't completely incapacitated, Cam bent at the waist, grabbed the gun of the guard behind him and used his leverage to flip the man over his shoulder. The move didn't go quite as planned, however, and both men ended up on the floor, Mitchell pointing the gun at the stunned guard.
Natan was smart enough to know the odds of his situation. He raised his hands and stood still while Jackson relieved him of his weapons. "It appears SG-1 has made a fool of me yet again." His sarcasm wasn't lost on Cameron and Daniel.
Still lying in the middle of the floor, Mitchell grinned up at him. "It sure does. Hey Jackson, I'm feeling a bit of a draft, how bout we lock that door."
Keeping his gun on Natan, Daniel reached over and activated the door. 'Feeling a daft', Jackson shook his head slightly, if Mitchell's bare torso was any indication, he was feeling a lot more than a draft. From the cuts, bruises, and burns Jackson would hazard to guess that they had alternated using their fists and the pain stick developed by the Gou'old.