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Three sets of eyes, one order. “Run!” 9. Lungs heaving in the crisp, cold air. 8. Feet crunching, crushing delicate snowflakes in every panicked step. 7. It had to happen, this goa’uld had to go. He prayed he wouldn’t take them with him. 6. His breath fogged, his lungs fighting the cold.. 5. Skirting around a boulder he stumbled in the soft snow, seconds from falling on his face. 4. O’Neill get your ass in gear and run! 3. Check position of others, okay, safe. 2. Prep for explosion. Jump, roll, attempt to hide. 1. Oh, god, missed. 0. **********
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