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icarusThe Walls of Jericho - 11 (from part 1 here)
by Icarus
Colonel O'Neill strode through the elegantly shadowed halls in full military gear, weapon slung over his shoulder, and face like a thundercloud. Sam, done up in local costume, looked him up and down.
"Where's the tour guide?" Jack said, forestalling any comment.
"Sir. We're supposed to wear the ceremonial…"
"Forget it, Carter."
Her eyebrows raised, and she shot a quick glance at Teal'c. Which Jack ignored.
"Where's Igor?" Jack continued. "We have a dinner to get to, and I for one would like to know where it is." Then he spun around a little, checking up and down the hall. "And what happened to Daniel?" he snapped.
"He told me you gave the go ahead to hunt for artifacts," Sam said.
"Oh he did, did he?" Jack scowled at her; then nodded. "Right now he's better off out of my sight anyway. Let's get this over with, have a look at their damned caverns, and get outta here."
"Um. Sir, the briefing said we can't attend any diplomatic event armed."
Jack spread his hands. "Well, I'm sick and tired of going into every potentially hostile situation helpless and unarmed. The answer is no."
"These aliens are not hazardous," Teal'c said.
"Right. The residents have give us no reason to suspect --" Sam began.
"That's what Daniel would say," Jack snarled.
"Daniel would be right, sir." She was starting to look cross, and verging as close to insubordinate as she got.
"No, Daniel is not right." Jack glowered. "Daniel is wrong a hell of the lot of the time, and those few times he's right do not outweigh the times he's dramatically, spectacularly wrong."
"But sir --"
"Enough!" Jack put his hand up.
"Yes sir."
An alien guy arrived and looked a little taken aback by Jack's attire. But he was gonna have to get used to it, because Jack was not playing their game. Not today.
"Hi. Nice to meet you," Jack growled at the 'friendly native' with a forced smile and as much warmth as he could manage at the moment. Guaranteed, peaceful natives; they all were according to Daniel. Until SG teams were getting their asses blown off.
part 12 is here. Oh yes, I have more written after this, too.
by Icarus
Colonel O'Neill strode through the elegantly shadowed halls in full military gear, weapon slung over his shoulder, and face like a thundercloud. Sam, done up in local costume, looked him up and down.
"Where's the tour guide?" Jack said, forestalling any comment.
"Sir. We're supposed to wear the ceremonial…"
"Forget it, Carter."
Her eyebrows raised, and she shot a quick glance at Teal'c. Which Jack ignored.
"Where's Igor?" Jack continued. "We have a dinner to get to, and I for one would like to know where it is." Then he spun around a little, checking up and down the hall. "And what happened to Daniel?" he snapped.
"He told me you gave the go ahead to hunt for artifacts," Sam said.
"Oh he did, did he?" Jack scowled at her; then nodded. "Right now he's better off out of my sight anyway. Let's get this over with, have a look at their damned caverns, and get outta here."
"Um. Sir, the briefing said we can't attend any diplomatic event armed."
Jack spread his hands. "Well, I'm sick and tired of going into every potentially hostile situation helpless and unarmed. The answer is no."
"These aliens are not hazardous," Teal'c said.
"Right. The residents have give us no reason to suspect --" Sam began.
"That's what Daniel would say," Jack snarled.
"Daniel would be right, sir." She was starting to look cross, and verging as close to insubordinate as she got.
"No, Daniel is not right." Jack glowered. "Daniel is wrong a hell of the lot of the time, and those few times he's right do not outweigh the times he's dramatically, spectacularly wrong."
"But sir --"
"Enough!" Jack put his hand up.
"Yes sir."
An alien guy arrived and looked a little taken aback by Jack's attire. But he was gonna have to get used to it, because Jack was not playing their game. Not today.
"Hi. Nice to meet you," Jack growled at the 'friendly native' with a forced smile and as much warmth as he could manage at the moment. Guaranteed, peaceful natives; they all were according to Daniel. Until SG teams were getting their asses blown off.
part 12 is here. Oh yes, I have more written after this, too.