Jack wasn’t watching Carter’s six so much as his own. She could dispatch anything that threatened from her direction. And Jack would make sure no one could creep up on them from behind.
Her sudden, silent return startled him.
I’ve been up too long, damn it. That kind of inattention could get us killed.
"Well?" he asked softly.
She looked at him grimly, and shifted her staff weapon in her hand. Then she stepped past him, and lead on.
I hope you didn’t just buy yourself a new nightmare, Major. Jack had seen what crocodiles could do to an animal carcass; he didn’t want to imagine what they had done to his friend.
And so quite naturally, he did.
Damned imagination.
Carter raised her hand in a sign to stop, then waved for him to creep closer. They peered around a corner.
A pair of Jaffa flanked a door.
"Is that it?" Jack mouthed.
Carter nodded.
"Any more?" he signaled.
Carter peeked again, then shook her head.
Jack indicated she should take the far one, and he would take the nearer of the two.
In unison, they sprang from cover, and with a sound like a single staff-blast, Klorel lost two more of his loyal Jaffa.
They dragged the warm, dead bodies into the storage hold, and closed the door.
More good men, dead for a mistaken cause, thought Jack, then turned his mind back to business; the place would be swarming with soldiers as soon as the guards missed a report.
Jack didn’t need to voice his concern; he knew Carter was on the same page. The leaves of the doorway had barely contacted each other, before Jack and the Major were rooting into Klorel’s cache of arms and technical supplies.
I just wish one of these contained food, thought Jack.
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