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Instinct kept him alive. From those first seconds through the event horizon, to the death he dished out to those guarding it, instinct kept him taut, tense, and tactile. He was defending his planet, and nothing was more deadly than Jack O’Neill on the defense. None of his victims knew the manner of their death. They died silently in his hands, their eyes not even registering his existence. This was not a time to deny the truth. And the truth was that he was a killer. X-file he was not, but there was still something out there, and he wanted it. **********
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