Jack began to wish something would happen. He had been in the cell for something over eighteen hours. There was a faucet and a basic facility. He had escaped his shackles and had slept. There had been no food, no questions, nothing except for the occasional nauseating shift as the ship's drive changed setting, to connect him with his companions or anything happening outside the cell.
He had been over every crack and grain of his prison, and found nothing he could exploit for escape. He could only hope that at least one of the others had had more luck.
He tried to figure what went wrong. Obviously the Goa'uld had infected Margaret before they left, but when? Had it been just before meeting with General Hammond, or had it been earlier? If earlier, had she modified the MALP to call the Goa'uld to them--or was the device simply recognized for what it was, appearing at a well-traveled gate--a calling card for the impending arrival of the Tau'Ri?
Then there was the Goa'uld captain's reaction to Nameless. Jack had learned to associate the glow of a Goa'uld's eyes with an active emotional state, but he didn't think he had ever seen one's face glow. Whatever it meant, Nameless had certainly had a heavy emotional impact of some kind. He wondered if its resemblance to Ra was as disturbing to other Goa'uld as it was to Daniel and himself.
The door to the cell abruptly slid open.
"You!" The Jaffa at the door motioned him to come out. Seeing as the soldier was accompanied by four buddies, all with staff-weapons, Jack was inclined to obey.
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