The deranged Major Morley kept the grenade by Kinsey's ear. Kinsey, who normally considered himself a journalist to the bone, began to wonder if he had made the right career choice.Morley backed away from O'Neill and yelled, "I'm gonna show him. He's a hotshot combat reporter, and he's going to tell the whole world!"
Kinsey swallowed. "What are we going to tell the world, Major?"
"Come and see." Morley giggled.
"Morley!" O'Neill was making one last try. "Stop! That's an order!"
"Wormhole activated!" a speaker blared. "SG-3 returning!"
And then a thunderous roar jerked Kinsey's attention around.
His mind grasped for words, for some way to describe what he was seeing. If you took a giant wave off Maui, funning it into a cylinder, and whooshed it out with a straw...maybe you would have an image. But it wasn't water. It was light, or plasma, or something, and it vomited forth from the stone ring at the top of the ramp. Then swooshed back into itself, but Kinsey couldn't see the back of the room anymore. The plasma settled within the ring like quicksilver covering a mirror. A single thought finally broke through his amazement...
"What the hell is that?"