Chapter 1
… Back to the Grind …
That Monday, Daniel was back to 'normal' and back to work bright and early.
He had several projects that he wanted to get a handle on, and as he worked on those projects he remembered some good friends that he had met through the years. He promised himself that he would touch base with some of those OLD friends.
Using the now hated computer, Daniel touched base with one contact and asked for help in locating the one who could find any Immortal, anywhere. He received the e-mail address to Benny Crimins and sent him a request for contact information on a few of the old crew.
He looked over at the wall near the door to his office and noticed the coffee pot and frowned. Grabbing the trash can, he moved over to that small table and threw the coffee pot, coffee bags, and filters into the trash.
Then, he turned and noticed one of the projects on a side table. The side table was set up for things that he had been unable to translate previously. The project had familiar, ancient writing on it.
Eyebrows lifted, Daniel moved to the table and looked at the slab of stone, staring at the carvings on it.
"Wow!" he said to himself as he read the writing. It was the writing of his people, his tribe, and he knew exactly what it said.
He lifted the slab from the side table and brought it over to the central table. Gently setting the small slab down, he grabbed a pen and paper to begin working.
Daniel began translating the Celtiberian cuneiform into English with a fond smile on his face.
As he was trying to concentrate, he was distracted by two Airmen loitering outside his normally open door.
"Did you hear about the security breach?" that was Airman Bosworth's voice.
"Yeah, what's going on?" and that was Airman Wells.
"I heard it was a kid claimin' that he was Colonel O'Neill," Bosworth again. His voice was full of humor as he relayed gossip from the base.
"No, really?" Wells snorted.
"Dale said he asked him to get him some coffee," Bosworth laughed.
"That is crazy," Wells scoffed then continued, "Do ya know where they're holding him?"
"On 16, I know that's for sure," Bosworth said as he began to move further down the hall.
"To be a fly on that wall," Wells laughed once more as the pair disappeared down the corridor.
As the pair left his doorway, Daniel tried to continue working. But, the idea of someone pretending to be Jack O'Neill distracted him enough that he knew he would get no more work done as long as his curiosity continued to bug him.