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Injured but whole, SG-1 rose from the dirt. Jack handed Carter a zat gun, and she took it firmly, defiance burning in every movement, and Teal’c grasped the stolen staff weapon, his expression ice in the humid air. Now there was only one thing left to do. Take out this enemy force. A force preparing an onslaught on Earth. The Asgard had discovered it, and passed on the intel. Earth had chosen to ignore it. Jack O’Neill had not. SG-1 moved silently into the brush preparing for all hell to break loose. Xena could never have kicked as much butt as Jack O’Neill intended to kick today. **********
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